Week 13 Sunday (4/6/14)

Recipe Review       

Today’s Recipe and Location:  Olive Cheese Bread

         Found in: The Pioneer Woman Cooks: Recipes from an Accidental Country Girl

                  Pages  206-207     Copyright:  2009  Harper Collins

I figured out that there are 701 calories per serving, if 8 servings are made. (Please note that the calorie counts vary depending on the specific brands of ingredients that you choose to use.)

Here is the topping before it is spread on the bread

I love this bread.  It looks and tastes amazing!

         Since I was a little girl I have loved black olives.  I think this love for olives came from my Dad.  If we opened a can of black olives, Dad was the one who ate the majority of them.  He also loved a green olive in a drink now and then.

         This is a wonderful pizza-like recipe. The olive spread on the top is so wonderful. It doesn’t just have black olives but green ones, too. The bread is baked in a slow oven until all of the spread is hot, melted, and bubbly.  I have now taken it to two events and it was a huge hit both times.  This is a party staple for me from this point on.

           

      

Trivial Triffles      

         The other day I was driving up Butterfield Road going east just past Rt. 25 when I saw two mini mountains. I knew from past experience that this is where the city of North Aurora sets out the free mulch they have shredded.  These mountains came from the Christmas Trees this year. 

         I personally do not use this type of mulch because it contains twigs and leaves. I call this “garbage mulch” because it can be dangerous to your yard and home. Mulch becomes VERY hot when it sits in a pile. Garbage mulch will ignite because of the make-up of the mulch. I am not willing to take a risk with my home just to save a few dollars.

Memory Musings

         A beer commercial triggered an embarrassing moment in my high school career.  When I was a senior, my friends and I were going to the STC Basketball game. I was in charge of delivering the beer after the game. I don’t know where I got the beer, but I had it on the floor of the front seat of my beautiful blue station wagon with the wood trim (sarcasm).

         At the time we didn’t think it would be a problem because the parking lot was full and surely the cops wouldn’t check every car in the lot. Unfortunately, we didn’t think about the fact that mine would be the only car in the lot after we waited for the guys to get out after the game.

         As I opened the door to my car, I was surrounded by the police. In those days, STC was a small town. I told the police that the beer wasn’t mine, which was true to a point, and that I wanted him to just “TAKE THE BEER.” Fortunately, the officer let me off and took the beer.  Wow!  That was a close call. 

         My friends and I were relieved. Unfortunately, one of my sister Kim’s friends heard the plate being run and laughed at her. She thought it was Dad and told him. So he was waiting for me when I arrived home.  He asked me if I had a little trouble that night.  I just knew that he knew. Fortunately, my Dad was great and nothing came of it. I think he realized that it was a traumatic experience for me, so he let it go.