Sunday, September 30, 2012

One of Life's Little Inequities


I don't say "it's not fair" very often. Hardly ever. Really not since I was just a wee one growing up on the rough (now hipster) streets of East Austin. My grandma told me that life wasn't fair and nobody ever said it would be. 

So as I was saying, I get it, life ain't fair. Still it's hard to get over how all of the pets over here at DBCC seem to have been given a bigger piece of the fair pie. 


It's been raining off and on for two days in Texas, not that I'm complaining; we need the rain, and the slug in everyone is coming out. I guess that includes the cat. There is thunder clapping outside of the window and Mimi is sleeping through it all.

It's not fair.

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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Even A Frog Wants to Feel Pretty

I love thrift stores. If this is news to you it shouldn't be to my husband of twenty years. Lately he's been telling me, nay warning me when I head out to the Treasure Stores that I am not to bring home any more chairs or tables. I'll admit I have brought home more than my fair share of chairs lately. I have a plan for each of them. Sort of. I know I want to paint and reupholster the chairs with fun fabric, but I'm a busy, busy girl and sometimes projects get pushed to the wayside.

Or the garage in this case.

Which is why I was told NOT to bring home another project to sit in the garage that I'm supposed to be cleaning out because we're having some major work done to the house after the first of the year. 

But I digress.

So I hit my very-favorite-thrift-store and saw a gorgeous rocking chair that would look great on my front porch once it had been painted. Still heeding my honey's parting words (and the fact the chair had a crack in one of the arms) I passed on the $14 deal. When I was walking away my eyes settled on this work of art.


Really there's no other way to describe him but to say he's lovely. Admittedly that's not what my husband said when he finally met Croqui, but no matter. Croqui and I had plans. 

A bit of cleaning and coat of primer then it was Go Time. The boys and I debated what color makeover our little frog friend should enjoy. I thought a watermelon pink would be fun, but neither boy was digging that color. Green it is, but they did agree that it would be a BRIGHT green. Not neon, bright.  


Tah-dah! Croqui is loving his new look! Hubby still wants to know why the hell we need a giant green wicker frog in our entry hallway.


For shoes of course. Duh. When we come in the front door we kick out shoes into Croqui's mouth and either sing the "Croqui" song from Dora the Explorer or call out "Frrrrooooooggggggyyyyy" from the Froggy books. 

And I will remind my husband that I brought home neither a table no a chair just as he requested. 

This time.

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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Searching for the Perfect Brownie Mix

I'm currently on the hunt for a brownie mix. Not from a box off the shelf, but the kind I mix here at home and then use as the craving dictates. Which is frequently.

I was inspired by Pinterest to make master mixes. I though I'd start off using a master mix to make a brownie mix. I started with Pioneer Biscuit & Baking Mix and the recipe on the side of their box.


The boys weighed in after the taste test and decided they were just fine. I planned to share a just-out-of-the-oven shot with y'all, but it's hit or miss around here getting to food before they do.



I'm not sure it's exactly what I was looking for since it was a bit more cakey than I was looking for, but if that's what does it for you then give this one a try. I'll keep looking and let you know what I find. In the mean time this will work nicely as a chocolate fix until we meet again.

2 1/2 C. mix
2 C. sugar
4 large eggs
1 C. pecans
4 oz unsweetened chocolate
1/2 C. butter (they say or margarine, but I don't think so)

Preheat oven to 350.
Grease 9x13 pan
Combine mix, sugar, eggs and pecans.
Melt together chocolate and butter.
Add to mix.
Stir until blended.
Pour into prepared pan.
Bake 30-35 minutes or until a knife comes out clean.

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