Wow...the cookie business has been busy lately! I haven't posted pictures on facebook lately because....well...I'm just as annoyed as everyone else with the new facebook changes. I tried to upload pictures for 2 hours one night and they just wouldn't load. I guess I'll try again soon and maybe facebook will be nicer to me. In the meantime...here's a riveting blog post about a classic game that I happen to love....BINGO!
Stell and my mom loved to go to play Bingo at the local firehalls and churches...it was sort of their mother-daughter time together. Can you imagine...time with your mom where you were never interrupted by cell-phone calls or emails or text messages? Those were the days.... I was so thrilled to tag along when I was 12 or 13...the thought of winnning $ at that age was like a dream. Stell had the embroidered Bingo bag full of Werthers Original candy, cans of Coca-Cola that she would sneak in(oh wait, that was the movie theater where she used to sneak in soda. I think it's totally legal at Bingo), a good-luck slot machine keychain, and of course the many many colors of Bingo dobbers (is dobber a real word?). My grandma and my mom taught me all about the different Bingo pattern games...postage stamp, X, small frame, DOUBLE postage stamp, etc. lol. And let's not forget the elusive COVER-ALL game at the end where you're heart is pounding when you're waiting on one number for 4 calls...and then the lady at the end of the table with 76 bingo cards in front of her wins. Damn. Sooooo close!
I haven't been to Bingo in awhile....but I bet if I call my mom right now...she'd know exactly what firehall is having the early-birds and big jackpots tonight :) She would pack up her slightly more fashionable Bingo bag that just doesn't get used enough these days and she would meet me in a heartbeat. She is so much like her mother...and I love her for it.
These cookies are dedicated to Stell...who never saw her 80th birthday...I love and miss ya!
By the way...I-19 was always my lucky Bingo number....what is yours?
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Last year I tried to embrace the fall and even the acorns, too. I collected a couple hundred of them that had their cute little hats still attached and filled large vases to display on my mantle. They really were beautiful and a gorgeous fall decoration I must say. Until a week later when I was showing them off to my mom and dad and noticed tiny little worms crawling all through the vases! Gross!!! The attacking acorns had infiltrated my house!!! So I gave up...and we went back to really hating that tree.
Just this month the acorns have begun to fall again in full force since it's been so dry here in PA. We had to hang Mia's new swing in the front yard to keep her fragile little head safe from the acorns, Layla has completely surrendered and the deer have taken ownership of the yard, and the squirrels sit on our patio table and eat the acorns ... so not to make the mess of the fallen shells in their own home...but to drive Layla crazy at the sliding glass door and so I can clean up after them at each meal and snacktime.
This week I got a little bit sad. I really don't want to hate this tree anymore. I want to get back to that place where I think it's a strong and beautiful fixture of this home. I want Mia to have good memories of it, too. I sorted through the huge lawn bags of acorns before garbage night this week (I probably looked like a total lunatic) and collected a couple hundred acorns and "hats". I did a little research and learned how to dry the acorns and kill all of the bugs and germs...and then I went to work. I had these mirrors that I bought at Ikea years ago just lying around...so I got out the hot glue gun and got a little crafty. After finishing two mirrors I even have enough acorns leftover to fill some vases for the mantle :)