Comfort Food

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Every so often, we splurge. We dive into our sacred stash of Wolf Brand Chili.

It can't be found in the local markets in California and it is crying shame. We general either have it smuggled in by whomever is traveling west or we hand carry it ourselves when we travel back to Texas.

It makes the best Frito Pie.

Lost Time

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So I was up until midnight last night in my "room". Is it a home office, a sanctuary, a crafting space or is it my cave?

I find that the egg timer I bought to keep me from loosing days in there isn't helping. All I do is reset it or just turn it off. So much for discipline.

Am I the only one that experiences this?

Traveling and Making Things

I have a new hobby that I only do when I travel. Needlepoint. It serves many purposes. First, I have something to do as I don't sleep well on planes. Second, I have something to show after wards for my time spent. Third, people don't talk to you when you have a needle flying.


Last September when were visiting Bowen Island, Dorothy our good friend, helped me learn how to needlepoint. There is a great needlepoint shop just behind Doc Morgans where I bought my first kit. While out touring on the Moxie, Dorothy gave me pointers and showed me how to do the basics.

After that trip, I tried to work on it all the time, but realized that time would just slip away. So then I tried doing it while I was traveling. It was perfect - compact, easy and mindless.

So here it is on my last flight, I was sitting in the Munich, Germany airport doing the last few stitches to complete the piece.

Jet Lag and Swiss Chocoloate

I am have been in Switzerland since Sunday night for a business trip. I spent all day Monday and Tuesday in a conference room doing a workshop on a new CRM tool the company is implementing.

Now it's Wednesday morning - and bloody early swiss time of 4:00 am drive from the hotel to the Geneve Airport.

I got stuck in swiss never-neverland between the first security check point and the scanner check point waiting on the gate assignment for my flight. Note by this time it is only 5:30 am. Nothing is open. So I wait...and wait. Finally duty free opens and I proceed to buy my husband every piece of dark swiss chocolate I can find. I had wanted to replace the swiss army knife that security took from him, but there was no time or opportunity so chocolates will have to suffice.

Meanwhile I got the info for my apron partner and I am most excited. I am already thinking of which fabrics I will use and little bitty ideas to go along with the Garden Apron Swap. I hope that my partner will like what I do. It's all so exciting.

Chick Food

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On the rare occasion that I get to cook for just myself, the fare tends to be much liter than that of what my husband wants to eat.

I am a believer in "chick" food. Things like a steamed artichoke and piece of baked salmon. A lite dipping sauce of MW, lemon juice, Parmesan and loads of black pepper.

Other nights I may just have a cheese plate and some crackers. I do love a nice baked potato too.

Why do men feel the need to have 4 squares every night? Does it make them more manly? Especially during the summer heat, a heavy meal just seems to linger too long.

What other chick food dinners are out there that I do no know?