It was a bit of a late evening tonight with the boys, but after a quick dinner of leftovers and a couple of appointments I wanted to do something special for them. So we worked together and chopped up some apples. First I was going to make a pie out of them, then I thought about apple crisp, then I decided to dispense with the bread part altogether and we ate it like fresh applesauce. It was yummy!
Here's how it goes down:
3 cups apples, cored, peeled, and thinly sliced
3 tbsp lemon juice (balsamic vinegar is also amazing)
1/4 c sugar
pinch nutmeg
1/2 tsp cinammon
2 tbsp butter
1/2 c raisins (1 c blueberries if you've got 'em)
1 tsp flour
Heat up a big saucepan over medium heat for 2 minutes. Pour in the apples and cook, stirring frequently, for 2 minutes. Add lemon juice and cook another 30 sec. Add sugar and cook until apples are clear and soft. Sprinkle nutmeg and cinammon. Fold on the raisins, then place the butter on top and let it melt slowly. Remove from heat, sprinkle flour on top and continue folding until the apples start to stick together.
Equally good in a pie shell, under a crumb topping, or on a plate by itself.
Now I need more apples.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
One WEIRD Monday
I'm not sure if I want to relive this Monday again or not. It actually was a good day, though it sure did its darnedest to make a mess out of itself.
As is my normal routine, I woke up at 6AM to get the two younger boys up, dressed, fed, and ready for school. With Jordan awake, bed made and in the shower, I normally go downstairs and take a gander at the e-mail. So I come downstairs and shake the mouse to wake up the PC. Except it doesn't wake up. I hit a few keys on the keyboard, still no response. Power off and on the monitor, still nothing.
After sending Jordan out the door and getting Josh in the shower, I go downstairs and resume testing. The monitor's fine, as I plug it into my laptop and it responds. So I figure that it must be a fried video card. I try a couple of older AGP cards I have laying around, but no go. Now frustration is starting to set in. Then it hits me that it doesn't even sound like the PC is going through POST, which makes me immediately think of power supply issues. The family went through a rash of power supply issues recently, so the symptoms looked familiar.
So, I busted into our old PC that died on us last year, and pulled out the power supply. While in there, I also grabbed the 2 256MB memory sticks. I swapped out the power supply, and sure enough the computer booted happily. I then added the memory and it ran a bit happier. Anyway, I managed to get it up and running before 9AM today, which made me feel a lot better.
After all that, I needed to burn out some frustration, so I put on my workout clothes and headed over to the Y. That went well as I lifted weights and such. Then I was sitting on a mat stretching and doing ab exercises with the MP3 player blaring. Now, as some of you may already know, I am pretty well oblivious of the rest of the world when a good song's playing, so I'll happily mouth along or play some air drums or whatever. So I'm having a great time, then "Death" by White Lies comes on. Um, if you haven't heard, I'm totally smitten with this album. Anyway, I'm listening to it from the MP3 player for the first time while stretching, and I'm paying close attention to the lyrics ... and they hit me hard. I don't know why, maybe it's all the uncertainty about my job search or something else, but I actually had to choke back tears so I could continue with the workout. I know, I'm a big softie.
After a good workout, I arrived home, and one of the first things Melissa said to me was, "You can go to Coachella, silly." I had completely forgotten that she is on Facebook and can read my notes. Well, that's out of the way. Now I just have to figure out where the boys will stay, since we'll both be out of town that weekend.
Then tonight, I got to play with my two nephews. Conor, who's only three months, got to hang out on Uncle Dale's lap until he spit up some formula, and I jerked him away a bit too hard, making him cry. Bad Uncle Dale. Then his big brother Brodie climbs up on my lap, which is crazy given that he usually wealks away from me, and gives me high fives and all sorts of loves.
Now, I'm thinking that if I hadn't eaten that last brownie, I would have had a pretty darn good day. :)
As is my normal routine, I woke up at 6AM to get the two younger boys up, dressed, fed, and ready for school. With Jordan awake, bed made and in the shower, I normally go downstairs and take a gander at the e-mail. So I come downstairs and shake the mouse to wake up the PC. Except it doesn't wake up. I hit a few keys on the keyboard, still no response. Power off and on the monitor, still nothing.
After sending Jordan out the door and getting Josh in the shower, I go downstairs and resume testing. The monitor's fine, as I plug it into my laptop and it responds. So I figure that it must be a fried video card. I try a couple of older AGP cards I have laying around, but no go. Now frustration is starting to set in. Then it hits me that it doesn't even sound like the PC is going through POST, which makes me immediately think of power supply issues. The family went through a rash of power supply issues recently, so the symptoms looked familiar.
So, I busted into our old PC that died on us last year, and pulled out the power supply. While in there, I also grabbed the 2 256MB memory sticks. I swapped out the power supply, and sure enough the computer booted happily. I then added the memory and it ran a bit happier. Anyway, I managed to get it up and running before 9AM today, which made me feel a lot better.
After all that, I needed to burn out some frustration, so I put on my workout clothes and headed over to the Y. That went well as I lifted weights and such. Then I was sitting on a mat stretching and doing ab exercises with the MP3 player blaring. Now, as some of you may already know, I am pretty well oblivious of the rest of the world when a good song's playing, so I'll happily mouth along or play some air drums or whatever. So I'm having a great time, then "Death" by White Lies comes on. Um, if you haven't heard, I'm totally smitten with this album. Anyway, I'm listening to it from the MP3 player for the first time while stretching, and I'm paying close attention to the lyrics ... and they hit me hard. I don't know why, maybe it's all the uncertainty about my job search or something else, but I actually had to choke back tears so I could continue with the workout. I know, I'm a big softie.
After a good workout, I arrived home, and one of the first things Melissa said to me was, "You can go to Coachella, silly." I had completely forgotten that she is on Facebook and can read my notes. Well, that's out of the way. Now I just have to figure out where the boys will stay, since we'll both be out of town that weekend.
Then tonight, I got to play with my two nephews. Conor, who's only three months, got to hang out on Uncle Dale's lap until he spit up some formula, and I jerked him away a bit too hard, making him cry. Bad Uncle Dale. Then his big brother Brodie climbs up on my lap, which is crazy given that he usually wealks away from me, and gives me high fives and all sorts of loves.
Now, I'm thinking that if I hadn't eaten that last brownie, I would have had a pretty darn good day. :)
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