It's cold enough that I've got two fires going -- one here and one out on the porch. See our herd of reindeer?
Here's our decorated tree...
Our Santas...
About Me
- KathyA
- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three grand mother of four, and have been married to the same man for 53 years, two years after we met at college. I taught in both middle and high schools as I really love teens and in-betweens. I was also a certified Lamaze instructor, and for a short time a volunteer chaplain at Howard County General Hospital. I am a two-time cancer survivor, ovarian (2003), and breast (2019) I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs with great parents, in a bilingual household. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, the Orioles, and sometimes the Ravens. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy (Kath), and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader, cook, photographer, lover of languages, music, and four-footed furries.
Showing posts with label pizzelles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pizzelles. Show all posts
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Foot's Forecast Was Right!
Foot's Forecast predicted we'd get snow in this area around 10:00 AM this morning and they were right. We've had enough to make the roads slick, people panic, and have my dear husband stuck on Eastern Shore for the night. This is what it looked like about a half hour after it started snowing...
So what did I do today? I baked pizzelles to send to my brother in Atlanta. It's a surprise, but he never reads my blog so I can mention it freely.
I'll bake some other things so the pizzelles won't be lonely on their trip South.
Here's our decorated tree...
Our Santas...
Our creche -- which a friend of ours purchased from a craftsman in Peru.
And the house at night...
Here's our decorated tree...
Our Santas...
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Christmas Eve Eve
Feeling a little glum today and not quite sure why. This is unusual for me and I'm trying just to work through or around my 'glumness'. I went to the gym this morning -- really didn't feel like it. All the way over I kept saying to myself, "If there are no parking spaces, I'm turning around and coming right home!" Wouldn't you know I got a space right in front. Figures. So I completed my workout and returned home. It was destiny.
I made a chocolate cake our youngest will take to her in-laws tomorrow. It's filled with cream cheese, chocolate bits, and coconut. (And comes with a side of insulin.) The batter is made with cocoa and a cup of espresso. I thought the glaze would be easy, but it turned into a real pain in the ass, and I'm actually sitting here wearing some of it. What a mess! I melted semisweet chocolate and poured it over -- this wasn't a problem. The white chocolate seized, so I threw that out and started all over again. I think I used the wrong kind of white chocolate as the second attempt didn't cool correctly. It doesn't look real pretty but hopefully the cake will be tasty, dense, and moist.
I also made a batch of pizzelles. (This is the second batch. When I went into the tin to grab some to wrap up, there were three left!) I like them with a lot of anise seeds and extract. I used to make these with my Mom Mom when I was a little girl. She used a REAL pizzelle iron (see photo below) over the gas flame of our range, no electric pizzelle iron for her! Well, actually, they didn't make them, yet. I miss her -- all 4' 10" of her. She lived to 93; used to walk about five miles a day until she reached about 87. She was a dynamo in the kitchen. My pizzelles are good, but hers were great.
Here is the cake with the infamous "glaze" -- see the white chocolate pooled at the bottom?
The second batch of pizzelles.
This is Mom Mom's pizzelle iron. It hangs in my kitchen.
Post Script: I'm feeling better. After dinner I went downstairs and did a half hour on the treadmill. An endorphin rush is good for the soul.
I made a chocolate cake our youngest will take to her in-laws tomorrow. It's filled with cream cheese, chocolate bits, and coconut. (And comes with a side of insulin.) The batter is made with cocoa and a cup of espresso. I thought the glaze would be easy, but it turned into a real pain in the ass, and I'm actually sitting here wearing some of it. What a mess! I melted semisweet chocolate and poured it over -- this wasn't a problem. The white chocolate seized, so I threw that out and started all over again. I think I used the wrong kind of white chocolate as the second attempt didn't cool correctly. It doesn't look real pretty but hopefully the cake will be tasty, dense, and moist.
I also made a batch of pizzelles. (This is the second batch. When I went into the tin to grab some to wrap up, there were three left!) I like them with a lot of anise seeds and extract. I used to make these with my Mom Mom when I was a little girl. She used a REAL pizzelle iron (see photo below) over the gas flame of our range, no electric pizzelle iron for her! Well, actually, they didn't make them, yet. I miss her -- all 4' 10" of her. She lived to 93; used to walk about five miles a day until she reached about 87. She was a dynamo in the kitchen. My pizzelles are good, but hers were great.
Here is the cake with the infamous "glaze" -- see the white chocolate pooled at the bottom?
The second batch of pizzelles.
This is Mom Mom's pizzelle iron. It hangs in my kitchen.
Post Script: I'm feeling better. After dinner I went downstairs and did a half hour on the treadmill. An endorphin rush is good for the soul.
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