Week 51 Sunday (1/4/15)

Recipe Review              

Today’s Recipe and Location:         Sweet and Savory Bacon Crackers                   

Found in: The Pioneer Woman Cooks: A Year of Holidays

                  Pages:  364 - 365     Copyright:  2013  Harper Collins

I figured out that there are 131 calories per serving, if 36 servings are made. (Please note that the calorie counts vary depending on the specific brands of ingredients that you choose to use.)

This platter was gone quickly

         I must confess that I didn’t create this recipe. My fabulous niece, Alaina, created this one for Christmas. She called to ask what I was making, and I let her pick first. These crackers lasted about 10 minutes, and then they were all gone. I absolutely loved the flavor of these savory crackers. What isn’t wonderful when bacon is involved? Alaina is quite the cook, herself. I love that we share a love for making Ree’s recipes. 

                       

Trivial Triffles

         I watched a Christmas movie the other day named Call Me Mrs. Miracle. For some reason, this movie just made me happy. It was a fanciful tale of a magical woman who works at Finley’s Department Store and helps people find their Christmas Spirit. The store is in financial trouble, and Mrs. Miracle begins working in the toy department. Jewel Straite played Holly and Eric Johnson was Jake. If you get a chance to catch this one before all of the Christmas movies disappear – try it. This one just made me smile.

Memory Musings

         Have you ever had a parakeet?  My sister, Susan, had a white parakeet when we were kids. I can’t remember the bird’s name. It was extremely smart and learned to talk. The cage was tall and round and allowed the bird to fly up and down.

         Our dog, Libby, was oblivious to the bird in the beginning. Libby loved to play in the backyard. When it was time to come, we would open the sliding door and yell, “Libby, Libby.” Unfortunately, that blasted bird learned the dog’s name. Thereafter, the bird would fly to the bottom of the cage and call, “Libby, Libby.” Of course the dog would run to the cage. The bird, being no fool, called out and then flew to the top of the cage. Libby began running around the cage, around the table, over and over again. This bird was making our dog psychotic.

         Life is funny, but we often reap what we sow. Apparently, the bird went too far one Sunday morning. When we arrived home from church, Susan found the bird on the kitchen floor. There were no puncture wounds or obvious marks. I personally think Libby scared or gummed it to death.

         It is a shame because it was a pretty bird.