A little recap of the dogs’ winter vacation

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Steffi napping in her nest of solitude

Steffi has always liked to get on my pillow at home when she naps. I usually cover them up, but sometimes forget. She is in pillow heaven here as each bed in the 2 queen bed room has 4 pillows. I gave her a pillow to start with because Randy does not use as many as I do and he gave me one of his extra pillows. Somehow, she has managed to coordinate them all around her. Although she is still scared of new things, she has really done much better than we anticipated for her first time in a hotel, going up and down stairs to get outside to the doggie area. She has become quite the agility dog on the stairs after her first tentative couple of days. She has learned commands such as “slow” and “wait for me” because she wants to go faster than I can. While anything out of the ordinary in the hall or outside (door opening, people walking in the hall, loud truck driving by) would startle her into “back up mode”, she is even improving in that. In that regard, it has helped her learn to better manage her fear, and hopefully build her confidence.

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Steffi and Reggie napping

Reggie has always been outgoing and easy going and friendly. He loves investigating things he has not seen before. He wants to run down the stairs and up the stairs, which of course, Randy does not, nor can he, unless perhaps the building was on fire. He goes down the stairs with Reggie and Steffi and me, but he and Reggie return in the elevator. Randy also took a fall while he and J were at the house yesterday when he slipped on ice stepping off the deck into the back yard, and landed on his arm and hip with one leg still on the deck. Fortunately, no serious injury, but he is rather sore today. They have even had fun leaping from one bed to the other when they want to change spots, or both decide to hang out on the same bed. They have been perfect hotel guests.

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How Steffi spent her winter vacation

I had to go get more water this afternoon, another longer dog leash, socks, candles, a new journal, and laundry soap. When I got back, Randy showed me this picture he had named “How Steffi spent her winter vacation.” He said she had indeed built herself a little nest with all the pillows.

We are planning to wash dirty clothes from this week tomorrow before we return home, as we do not know what the water/power situation is yet in Oxford. Some has been restored, perhaps even most of it, but we have no way of knowing the laundromat situation. I have not used a laundromat since the first 3 months I was here when Randy still had the washer and dryer in the house in Abilene. Going to Water Valley to the laundromat was my regular Sunday afternoon outing. It was always interesting, and talking to people while I waited, or observing interactions from the others who came in. When I would get back to the rented house, our ritual was for me, Randy, and 3 of our friends in Texas to email in a continuous conversation (since we were still using flip phones and texting was cumbersome and not done in groups), usually based on my experiences of the week or the latest trip to the laundromat. I was not yet acclimated to Mississippi, not understanding the local dialect, the culture and totally feeling like a fish out of water.

Besides dog training, it has been a week of basically doing nothing but relaxing, reading, napping, talking. Our son has eaten dinner with us every night and stayed to visit a while. That alone has been worth all the hardship to me. Randy is back with dinner, so I will sign off for now and simply say it has been a good day, and thanks to all the kind and supportive comments on yesterday’s post.

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Suzassippi is on extended leave: My great big wilderness adventure

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That stick between the V of downed power lines is our electric pole and transformer remains

Fern came to visit, and we will never invite her back again…but she or Frank or some other relative will show up again somewhere, uninvited. We lost power Saturday evening. Even under several quilts and comforters, it was not a pleasant experience trying to stay warm, and with layered clothing at that.

I am writing the planned extended leave from a hotel in Tupelo, where after 3 nights of freezing temperature and 2 days and nights without power, thus without heat and water, we secured 2 rooms at the Hampton Inn in Tupelo, accompanied with our two dogs and son. Beyoncé and Scruffy, being descended from feral cats and semi-domesticated, willingly come in on the porch and laundry room when temperatures get below freezing. They have a little house in the laundry room attached to the porch. I put out enough food and water to last them for the 4 days we would be gone. By Monday, people had driven on the road into Oxford enough that we thought we could get to town, since others were coming and going, and that 6 to Tupelo would probably be passable. We loaded and though J had cleared as much of the brush and smaller trees and limbs off the drive, there were large ones at the bottom he could not move. We maneuvered past them by driving partially in the yard.

We thought this was bad. All night Saturday, we had listed to the crack of limbs falling, sounding like gunshots. Trees were down everywhere we could see. We were not prepared for how devastating it would look as we headed into town. It was like a scene from a sci-fi end of the world movie, with every electric pole on the road from our house into town snapped in half or laying on the ground, transformers either burned up, like ours did, or laying broken on the ground, and power lines down everywhere. In some cases, the lines were hanging at an angle, and the cars could go under them on one side of the road. Logs and trees were blocking lanes. Some residents had begun to move them off the road, and large trees had been sawed into smaller sections so that they could be rolled out of the road. Within 15 miles of leaving Oxford, the 4 lane to Tupelo was clear and dry. There was less ice on the trees, and far less damage. We drove to Tupelo with no issues, got to the hotel and unloaded. After Randy checked us in, we moved the truck to the side entrance and took the dogs up the stairs to our room. Neither has been in a hotel, nor anywhere other than a house or the vet, and Reggie has been boarded one time.

Yesterday, I drove back to Oxford to check that the cats still had enough food and water, and to pick up a few more items Randy needed as we had decided to extend the stay here until Sunday. Our generator will be delivered by Wednesday which will enable us to have a heater, and heat water in the kettle for washing up. It will be warmer during the day, and not as cold at night. We have a plan for cooking, heating, and will continue using bottled water for now. Until power is restored, there is nothing else to be done. There is nowhere else for us to go; there is no timeline for when power in the county might be restored. I was dismayed that as I drove to the house, not a single thing had yet been done to remove trees or poles from the road. We understand the process of how power is restored, having been through this before, but not this bad. We understand the county will come after the city is restored completely. Meanwhile, power lines we have been told are to be assumed to be live are still all over the road, ditches, hanging across the road and on houses, and no one in our part of the county has power, nor water since most rely on wells. With animals that rely on us, there is nowhere to go temporarily.

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Bottom of the drive

Our friend will help us cut and clear the trees still blocking the drive once we begin clean up. I have a plan for preparing food, managing sanitation needs, and staying alive, and my intention and commitment is to do it with joy and gratefulness. I will be journaling every day of the experience, and when I am done, I will have done my first memoir. I will be joining my friends in helping our neighbors who need it. There is no self pity on my part. I will simply draw on the experiences of my family and how I was raised by parents and grandparents who survived the Great Depression–“making do.” I will do what needs to be done as best I can, and be grateful I still have a house that is not damaged, and the ability and resources to do some things if not all things.

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Already by yesterday, the ice was melting from the branches still attached to trees, and the slush was melting. The sun was shining and the cats were sitting in the window sills on the porch, basking in the sun. I am ready to put on my “Bring on the Matriarchy” working pants and get it done. I will be here in Tupelo until Sunday morning, and will do a few more posts and photos the next day or so. We know it will be weeks, maybe more, before power is back. We are going to be okay. Not everyone in my neighborhood will be, and more so, not those beyond my neighborhood.

I will sign off for now, and get back when I can. Steffi and Reggie say it is supper time.

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Zenning Out: Today is a good day to do it!

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Zenning Out

The past couple of weeks have been rather trying, which is exactly the time it is helpful to focus on the big picture, not the clumps of dog hair in the corners. The weather has taken a roller coaster ride, flipping from cold and below freezing to warm and in the 60s-70s, then back to rain and wind, and as we all know, the weekend will (if it has not already, depending on where you are) bring snow and ice.

We have prepped as well as we can for the unknown of the next 2-3 days. After almost 23 years here, we have learned a lot about winter in North Central Mississippi. Our biggest risk factor is power failure. This house is total electric, so without power, we have no water (after the pressure tank and lines runs out), no heat or cooling, or ability to cook, keep food cold or warm it up, and of course, no TV, Internet, or computer. We prepare for the potential of no water by getting extra water for the cooler for drinking, and I fill jugs in order to ensure we can wash hands and brush teeth. Another large 5 gallon bottle is set aside to be able to flush toilets in the event of power and water loss. We do have the charcoal grill, and the propane griddle if worse comes to worse, and the propane heater for the deck so Randy might not freeze if we need to cook something.

I have to admit, growing up in north central Texas in a rural area taught me the necessity of preparation. Water would freeze in the pipes. Rural farm houses then had no insulation, and most pipes were exposed. Our fuel for cooking and heating was butane, so we at least had warmth and could prepare food, and I don’t ever recall losing electric power, thanks to President Franklin D. Roosevelt, the New Deal, and rural electrification as part of the New Deal Administration. My maternal and paternal grandparents had electricity and heat, even if they did not have indoor plumbing at the time. Their water came from a cistern that held rainwater collected through a gutter system on the edge of the roof and funneled into the cistern. The space heaters were turned off at night, to save fuel, and we slept warmly under quilts, made by hand from aunties, grandmothers, mothers, and neighbors at the quilting bee. Dad would get up early in the morning to light them again before it was time for us to get up and catch the school bus. In winter, we closed off all other rooms except the dining room and kitchen, and used the dining room as a “living room.” Heating only one room, open to the kitchen which also had the oven and burners lit for cooking was practical and saved fuel.

The bathtub was filled in order to have water to flush the toilet, at least as long as the septic tank did not freeze. A “bath” was done by scooping water out of the tub, heated on the stove, and poured into a basin to be used with soap and a wash cloth. Anyone my age or older knew the story of how to take a basin bath.

I have my online class in the morning, assuming we still have power; if not, I can just sit here and Zen out, meditating on my latest creation. I have said before that I am drawn to color, texture, shape and pattern. I have never been inclined to learn to crochet or knit, though I think they make beautiful textiles and enjoy using them in various ways. I watched my Grandma tatting when I was young, just amazed at how she could flick her tools and turn that white thread into something so beautiful.

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I have been collecting examples of what I want to do on the screen porch interior, and found the paint colors I want in a magazine ad. I love nature colors, especially greens, and blues and the colors of sand, dirt, tree bark, pink and red flowers, and the light–that glorious light that beams down from the sun and the moon. That inspired my latest piece. I hung it today, over my desk so I can glance up and see it any time I need a short break, or inspiration, or cherish that I can do something just because I want to. It is like saying yes to myself, opening doors and windows and opening experiences.

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Wordless Wednesday

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The Power of Gregorian Chant: And why I am writing about it

My blogging friend Anne introduced me to Gregorian Chant this week when she posted about listening to Christmas music. I asked a question and she answered it with some examples and suggestions. Today, I looked it up and learned the history and then listened to several selections on YouTube music.

I started my workshop on writing a memoir Saturday and we have daily writing assignments this week, and then we select one to read aloud at the next class. Because my primary purpose in taking the class is that I want to write a memoir related to a specific life event, I am focusing homework on writing about personal experiences as they occur throughout the week. A memoir is different from a biography or autobiography. In a sense, I have done a lot of memoir writing throughout my life: diaries, journals, blogging.

How what I experience influences how I “be” in the world

In union, almost monotone? perfectly synchronized, the rising and falling of the breaths and extensions of spirit
I feel at peace, transitioned and transported to a realm of calm and stillness

The softly pounding background of the music, the lilting soprano voices of Ave Maria bending near, stars raining past and reigning above calling me to focus on the drifting sounds of wispy clouds

feeling at peace

as the melodic sound of voices rise and fall soft as a shrouded bell and regulating my breathing
in and out in and out

Even Steffi is still and calm behind me on the bed her eyes closed, heart calm feeling the celestial reach of the heavenly voices.  We close our eyes together, noses near each other breathing in and out the same air and levitating us into the calm tranquil domain of floating in the space of just being.

© 2026 SCWAllen

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News from the New Year…

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I can hardly believe we are nearly halfway through January. I finally framed and hung the first attempt at gelli printing art in the same diorama as family, friends, and important events. I like to create little still life scenes that tell a story for me.

The weather has been “wild and wooly” of late; warm, warmer, cool, cooler, cold, colder, rainy, rainier, and then warm again. It has been pleasant enough to work in the yard, enjoy a few fires in the firepit, sit on the screened porch with the cats, and also enjoy hunkering down in the warmth of the house. I am always mesmerized by how the sky changes so quickly, from light to dark and darker.

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Aaaaahfter Christmas…

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My present to myself…

Randy and I don’t routinely exchange presents anymore, given that we pretty much have what we want. I have been thinking about getting a sewing machine so I could do some overdue mending that is too much for hand sewing. A few weeks ago, I looked in Walmart and found a reasonably priced model that I thought would fit the bill. It was similar to the one I brought with me to Mississippi…which unbeknownst to me at the time, would not survive in the laundry room off the screened porch. I finally got around to setting it up yesterday, with plans to patch the holes in the quilt that I use for a protector on my bed to keep dog hair off the comforter. On occasion when Steffi is stressed, like with strangers in the house, she has been known to chew a hole in her bedding, or the protective throws on the sofa or bed.

Guess how long it took me to figure out how, and then to accomplish, threading a bobbin? There were no instructions in the box, just a 2-sided piece of paper with photographs and arrows showing how to thread the bobbin and then thread the machine. Yes, I know it is not rocket science; I have threaded many a bobbin over my lifetime…on machines I had learned to sew on, but it is all different now. I tried to follow the pictured instructions, but it wasn’t working. It seems more and more, manufacturers opt for online manuals (in case showing you a graphic sketch that may or may not be big enough to see, let alone read the tiny print that accompanies it).

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I left the room where I had set up the machine and came to the computer, only to discover I did not have the model number. I downloaded the pdf, and after carefully reviewing the instructions and the larger more explanatory information in the manual, returned and successfully began threading the bobbin. All was going swimmingly until I noticed the thread had begun to wrap around the bobbin holder, not the bobbin. That was a mess to untangle, remove bobbin, and painstakingly remove all the thread on the bobbin as it had become knotted. I was already at the “What was I thinking?” stage when I finally was able to thread and fill the bobbin…2 hours later than the time I had completed setting up the machine and plugging it in.

Randy:  Did you get it this time?
Susan: Yes. I will be on the porch taking a break now.
Randy: Okay. Reggie and I are going to take a nap.
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Last fire for a few days…cold weather is on the way

I decided I needed a fire outside, since the last of the nice weather would end last night. It was pleasant, and Beyoncé was happy to sit on my lap as it began to near dark…you know, at 5 p.m. I had earlier made chocolate bread pudding and Randy was making smashburgers for dinner. I gathered up the trash and wheeled the bin down before it got totally dark and the rain started.

It was still quite pleasant out and I sat on the deck while Randy worked, and then carried the food in while he cleaned up the griddle and took his trash down to the bin…otherwise, the raccoons will make a mess on the deck.

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Randomatic Smash Burger!

Now, I am ready to tackle figuring out how to thread the machine, and get the bobbin in place. I may or may not get a patch on the quilt today.

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Boxing Day: Time for the leftovers

What we will be eating today:

The last two days were quite beautiful weather wise, with sunshine, occasional cloudiness, and temperatures in the 60s and 70s. We had brisket for Christmas dinner last night, and chopped brisket sandwiches for Christmas Eve. Randy made his now famous roasted red potato salad. It is not traditional at Christmas, but we have it often when he has grilled, smoked, or griddled. While I did pop the zucchini and broccoli into the oven to roast, and whipped up an apple skillet cake (more like a Dutch baby pancake than cake), it was so nice to sit on the porch waiting for dinner to be ready. I have another couple of days of nice weather before cold sets in again, and I have relished it, sweeping leaves off the driveway yesterday.

How Boxing Day got its name:

Back in 2012 on the old Suzassippi blog, I posted for the first time about Boxing Day. It had popped up on my calendar, and though I had heard of it, I never knew its origins. The tradition originated in the UK, and was celebrated throughout the Commonwealth countries: England, Scotland, Canada and New Zealand, and still is in many places. It involved boxing gifts, food, and/or money to be given to “the poor and needy.” It seemed ironic to me that the giving to those in need occurred after the gifts, food, and celebrations of the “givers.” Because wealth enabled some people to have servants that waited on their employers on Christmas, the servants were given the day off following Christmas so they could be with their families–a belated Christmas. Gifts, including leftover food, was provided as a thank you for a year of service, and thus, the boxing up of Boxing Day. Other interpretations include the opening of the alms boxes at church parishes when the money was distributed or used for the poor. Ever since I learned that, I think about it each day following Christmas. There are no longer any celebrations in our 3-person, 2-dog family, but we do generally prefer to eat each day and some of them happen to be on holidays. While I miss my extended family, and likely always will, I confess to not missing the stress and work involved with preparing a large meal for a lot of people.

The sunsets in the past week of warmer weather have been stunning. Christmas Eve, I had to run up to Dollar General to pick up something, and was so amazed at the view of the sunset toward Thacker Mountain that I took the time to take a photograph, just standing there staring in wonderment at the beauty, the quiet, the sense of peace and calm that overtook me.

I have actually accomplished quite a bit this week, managing to clean off the screened porch and finish cleaning my closet, mop the floor and return the recently cleaned shoe bins and put the shoes back in. That closet has been a nightmare for more years than I am willing to admit, but I am making progress with saying goodbye to what needs to go and organizing what needs to stay.

I just finished the last of my Dragon Fire (Sri Lankan tea that is a spiced chai–a strong black tea, with the addition of hot chili peppers from Sri Lanka, cinnamon and nutmeg, imported by my favorite Rakkasan Tea Company. I do not drink it often, but it is perfect in winter, with the addition of hot milk and a small spoon of brown sugar making it a wonderful treat… especially with the last slice of apple skillet cake.

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Happy Boxing Day and nap taking!

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You’re still in this old trucker’s prayers: My brother the trucker

From the moment that we draw our first breath
We are thrust into a world that's unfamiliar and unrelenting.
Until our breath of life ends at death
Is a balance of joy, sorrow, and repenting.
From the first warmth of Mother's arms wrapped around us
And the strength of Daddy's hands as he tried to ground us,
The road is full of twists and bends,
Some beginnings and some ends.
Until the day we are lowered into earth
You're still in this old trucker's prayers for what its worth.

Though this life has its share of gloom and doom
That's made up for by the morning sun and the mesquite trees when they bloom.
It's true there's nothing but barbed wire between the plains of Texas and the North Pole;
There ain't nothing in the winters but wind and blowing cold.
Out on the plains and still in growing pains,
A young farmer took his wife and baby girl to live a life tilling earth
And you're still in this old trucker's prayers for what it's worth.

He worked from dawn to dark in those fields
Watching those dust devils dance and whirl.
Work released its grip once the sunlight yields
And he headed home to his pretty wife and two baby girls.
The sight of them had thrilled him from the moment of their birth,
Still, they are in this old trucker's prayers for what it's worth.

Time moved on filled with work and joy
And in another year when day was done
He would hurry home to that baby boy.
Hold his wife and children close until the morning sun,
Then rise again like that sun to work the earth
And from that tractor seat his prayers, too, went up to meet the sky, for what that's worth.

The day came when those babies grew up,
Left his home and made their own,
Walked their paths and sowed their fields,
Knew love and loss and love again,
Felt joy and hope and sometimes pain.
But through it all they knew the worth of that old farmer's prayers
And how much he loved his wife and children and all his young heirs.

And to this day they are all still in this old trucker's prayers,
For what it's worth.

©️ SCWALLEN, 12/24/2025.

This time of the year is hard for me now, but it helps me to have empathy with others, whose lives are hard all the time. I associate Christmas for the most part with family, and extended family and the memories I have of those times, from my earliest memories as a child until the last Christmas with Mother, after Daddy died. It has never been the same for me since. I am grateful for still having Randy and J in my daily life. I am grateful to still have my sister and brother and nieces and their families in my life. I am grateful to still have my cousins in my life even if all these are long distance relationships. The loss of Aunt Ginger, and the mother of a long-time friend, and a young colleague from my time at the University, all in the past few months, were reminders that we should not take anything for granted.

As I often do, I reflect over the past year and its happenings when we near the ending of one and the beginning of a new one ahead. I put it in the category of “country philosophy” because so many of the important lessons I learned was living a relatively simple life in the rural spaces of north central Texas. While I do not remember what we were discussing when my brother sent his message “you are still in this old trucker’s prayers, for what it’s worth,” it resonated deeply with me.

This has been a difficult year for us in so many ways, but I cannot really complain. We have everything we need and a good deal of what we want. I have done my best to quit obsessing over things I cannot control and just do each day what I am able to do or want to do.

For all of you and your families, I wish you the very best the new year can bring. Not all change is good, nor is all change bad. It is just change and we figure out how to cope with it or change it in a different direction or at least, do the best we can. A little humility can go a long way to helping us manage. We should never take ourselves too seriously to have fun.

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Sometimes, younger Suzassippi comes back to remind me of that.

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I may have created a new cookie monster: Sylvia’s (and Dorothy-tweaked) oatmeal rum raisin with chocolate chips cookies

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The remaining 11 of the first 12 cookies to be done.

Of course, the baker had to taste! Last week, Dorothy of the New Vintage Kitchen, posted about her mother “Sylvia’s oatmeal apple rum cookies and the silly saga of how they grew up.” You just have to read the story to get the most important details of this magnificent cookie that was surprisingly (to me) easy to prep and bake. https://vintagekitchen.org/2025/12/11/sylvias-oatmeal-apple-rum-cookies-and-the-silly-saga-of-how-they-grew-up/. To learn how they transitioned from Sylvia’s to Dorothy’s version, partly due to a misunderstanding, just click the link for the recipe and instructions! Dorothy provided a step by step recipe, with plenty of anecdotes of how they became such a wonderful cookie. As always, she adds information about alternate ingredients, and other hints.

Randy loves oatmeal raisin cookies. As far as I can recall, I have never made oatmeal raisin cookies prior to today. I thought the recipe sounded intriguing and decided to try making them. First, I had to go buy some dark rum. You would think that would not be all that complicated, but Mississippi can sometimes complicate the most simple tasks.

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Dorothy’s method includes placing the pan of cookies in the refrigerator to chill prior to baking. After allowing a pan to slightly cool while the next pan was in the oven, I transferred them to a rack as instructed to complete the cooling process. A second cookie may have been sampled during that step. The cookies were moist, slightly chewy due to the oatmeal, and the raisins were delectably delicious. I am not really a raisin fan, but the plumping in the dark rum really enhanced the flavor of the cookies. I added mini semi-sweet chocolate chips. I omitted the apple and the 1/2 tsp of nutmeg called for since I did not have either, but otherwise followed the recipe.

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Randy was suitably impressed with the outcome.

As the recipe yielded enough dough to make 40 cookies (I used a tablespoon to drop them on the cookie sheet), I had used 3 large cookie sheets and 2 smaller ones by the time I was finished. To complicate the kitchen mess, I also prepared dinner last night and after all that cooking and baking, the kitchen was a mess and I gave myself a present: not cleaning the kitchen until this morning. Unfortunately, I could not make breakfast since all the cookie sheets and cooking pans were dirty. I opted for a fresh pear, paired with two oatmeal, raisin, chocolate chip cookies. It seemed like a good compromise. Randy said he would eat the rest of the cookies for me. “Nothin’ says lovin’ like something from the oven” and Dorothy’s recipe said it best…and Randy thanks her!

And in yet another thank you to Dorothy, she recently posted about a side dish of green beans with tomatoes. I had planned to make it when I was prepping supper, but the chicken breasts had not quite thawed so I sliced them into medallions and popped those cherry tomatoes in with the chicken instead and served it over bowtie pasta–Randy’s favorite pasta. I think after I finally get that kitchen cleaned, I will not need to cook or bake for several days now.

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