Picture of the Day: My Guest Room

Oh dear, another day with nothing to say.  Okay, here's a picture the north end of my Guest Room.  I had a lot of fun collecting everything you see here, and most of it came from yard sales.  (I got the chair and dresser from an antique shop.)





The mirror was a $5 splurge from Salvation Army.  I stripped layers of paint and voila!  A lovely oak frame was underneath.  The bowl and ewer cost me $4 at a yard sale in Oswego. The colonial pictures were $5 at Goodwill and the other two (on the right) were $2 each at a yard sale.  The EXTREMELY heavy waste basket is from the 1950s and I got that at an estate sale for 50 cents.  We saw the same wallpaper at a darling B&B we stayed in in Vermont and were lucky to find it in a discount bin at Sherwin Williams.  The other frames (on the wall and dresser) are counted cross stitch that I did.

What's your guest room look like?  Do you have treasures from yard sales in it?

If it's Friday--it must mean fish!

During lent, we always have fish for dinner on Fridays.  Now this isn't a bad thing unless you're going to be evil and have a delicious fish fry.  Fried fish, french fries, and something green to (pretend) to balance everything out.

We usually have fish on Fridays anyway, so lent isn't a big deal.  And we're usually good.  Broiled cod with a mixture of mayo and dill weed is nice.  Or recently we saw a recipe on the Internet (I think on the Rochester TV station) where they wrapped cod in Prosciutto.  (The prosciutto gets nice and crispy under the broiler for a minute or two.)  Sometimes Mr. Ivy will make scallops, too.

But mostly I want my fish fried.  And I want it to be haddock.  A nice, thick fillet.  Fried with beer batter. (Add a martini to that and you've got heaven on a place mat.)

Getting primed for a Royal Wedding

I collect stuff.  Lots of stuff.  And one of the things I collect is Royal Family memorabilia. 

This is the latest addition to my collection.




Are you looking forward to the royal wedding?

Picture of the Day

Sometimes I sit down to write a blog entry and say to myself -- what the heck can I write about today.

I know -- I'll fudge it with a picture.  And that's what I've done today.




This is the top of my 7-day dresser (a tall narrow dresser with 7 drawers, supposedly for 7 days worth of underwear.  Wow--women in the olden days wore a LOT of underwear!)  My Mom made the quilted wall hanging in the background.  Pretty, huh?  That's a fake wedding picture Mr. Ivy and I had made at the State Fair some years ago. (Before the real wedding.) What fun!

What's on the top of your dresser?

An everyday celebration

I admit it, I'm an anglophile and I love all things English. Especially an English tea. I love to get out the good dishes and make egg salad, cucumber, and salmon finger sandwiches.

And what else do you need for a nice English tea?

Scones!

Here's a really easy recipe I use when I want to whip up a batch in a hurry.

2 cups Original Bisquick® mix
1/3 cup finely chopped dried apricots (or sultanas, raisins, currents)
3 tablespoons sugar
1/3 cup whipping (heavy) cream
1 egg
2 tablespoons milk
2 tablespoons sugar


Heat oven to 425ºF. Grease cookie sheet. Mix Bisquick, apricots, 3 tablespoons sugar, the whipping cream and egg until soft dough forms. Turn dough onto surface dusted with Bisquick; roll in Bisquick to coat. Shape into ball; knead 10 times.

Pat dough into 8-inch circle on cookie sheet (if dough is sticky, dip fingers into Bisquick). Brush dough with milk; sprinkle with 2 tablespoons sugar. Cut into 8 wedges but do not separate.

Bake about 12 minutes or until golden brown; carefully separate wedges. Serve warm.

Be my friend on Facebook

I have become a /Facebook-aholic.  I check it on a daily basis -- and sometimes more than once.

This is not good.  This is a terrible time sink. I have to admit, I still like some things about MySpace better than Facebook.  I mean, you can see your potential friend's profile BEFORE you invite them to be your newest chum.  (This weeds out the and pedophiles and other sex offenders.)

I've found some wonderful new friends and readers on MySpace, but it's just too much trouble compared to the ease of using Facebook.

I don't have many friends on Facebook, but I'd love to meet more women who are interested in the same kinds of things I am.  You can find me at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000845902464

Will you be my Facebook friend?

Up To My Ears In Cords

Yesterday, I pulled all the entertainment centers apart and hooked them all up again.

What's with that?

Well, our CD player died about two weeks ago.  We've been listening to Happy Hour music on a baby boom box I got for 75 cents at a church sale.  A great deal, huh?  Well, someone blew the speakers out (no doubt blaring the bass at maximum decibels), so it wasn't a treat to hear our favorite music.  So, off we went in search of a new CD player.

We already knew that CD players are hard to come by.  (Heck, boom boxes are hard to come by, too--why do you think I bought one at a church sale?)  As it happens, PLACES to buy CD players are just as rare.

Now that Circuit City is gone, the only "chain" appliance store in the area is Best Buys.  Only, when we got there, the shelves were strangely empty.  They had floor models of two Sony CD players, but a check with the computer told us they had none in stock and didn't plan to stock them, even though both models won't be discontinued until 2010.  "Wanna buy the floor model?"  No.  "Okay, you can order it online."  And pay for shipping.  Hmm.

Then we remembered The Stereo Shop.  As it happens, we both bought our very first CD players from the Stereo Shop.  They had one of the same Sony CD players in stock -- didn't plan to order any more.  ("Not a hot item.  Most people use their DVD players.") What the heck, we took it.  (And $2 cheaper than Best Buy with no shipping charges.)  We bought locally, left a smaller carbon footprint, and had a good product by a good company.  (Did I mention my 30 year-old Sony Trititron TV still has a great picture?)

We also had a bad (naughty) DVD player.  It doesn't like us.  You can fart around for five or more minutes just trying to convince the thing to play a DVD.  The only reason to keep it is because it also has a VHS player in it, which plays beautifully.  Too bad we play more DVDs than tapes, eh?  As it happens, Aldi had a little DVD player on sale for $25.  Aha!  The answer to all our DVD problems.  And, as it's soooooo tiny, I could put it on top of the CD player in my office (the one I bought from The Stereo Shop over 20 years ago and is still going strong).  So I unhooked the JVC DVD in my office, opened the box to the new one (I asked the girl at Aldi, "Is this a good brand?"  She shrugged and said, "Ya got me, but it's flying outta here like crazy") and hooked it up.  (BTW, I never read directions.  Why bother?)  The thing worked like a charm.

Next up, the new CD Player and moving the JVC DVD player to the living room.  But first, I had to unhook the old CD player (which was actually a DVD player--and one we hated from day one), and rescue the five CDs it had been holding hostage since it died two weeks before. Next, plug in the wires to the amplifier.  Couldn't be easier.  Next, hook up the DVD player.  Only the cord was too short.  Down to the basement to search for a strip plug.  Back to the living room.  The plug won't stay in the wall.  Back to the basement to find another strip plug.  Back up to the living room.  Unplug the TV and lamp and plug into the strip cord.  Back to the DVD Player.  Find Harry Potter DVD in back of TV, which has been missing for two years.  Hook up yellow, white, and red wires to back of TV (also a Sony).  Loop DVD cord out the back.  Too short.  Back to the basement for an extension cord.  Only it's a fire hazard to "daisy chain" an extension cord to a strip plug.  Unplug the strip plug, plug the TV and lamp back into the wall.  Move to the other side of the wall-length entertainment center; unplug the CD and tape players, plug into the strip plug, plug strip plug into the wall.  Can't reach the extension cord.  Haul out step ladder, climb onto top of Entertainment Center, using husband's cane (from newly installed full knee replacement) to hook the extension cord, haul it over to the side and plug into wall.  Turn on all appliances:  Yea -- they work.

Put Harry Potter DVD in DVD player, hit play.  Nothing happens.  Pull TV back out, make sure cords are in all the way; put TV back.  Hit play.  Nothing happens.  Walk to office, call brother on phone.  He's not home.  He will call back in five minutes.  He calls back.  He's now at Sam's Club.  Too noisy to talk.  Will call back.  Five minutes later, he calls back.  Explain situation.  He gives advice and says call back if it doesn't work.  Go back to TV.  Check wires again.  Flip channels looking for an AUX channel around 90.  No AUX channel, but discover we have the Hallmark Channel on our basic cable.  (Do we NEED the Hallmark Channel?  Will we ever watch it?)

Sit in front of TV pondering problem while listening to Dr. Oz explain how to grow a new bladder.  Punch all buttons on remote.  Suddenly, Harry Potter appears!  Oh-oh!  Forgot, when plugging directly into TV with DVR, must turn off TV button--switching to video!

Yea!  Back in business.

And that's why I didn't get anything else done yesterday afternoon.

A feline hunger strike

When mealtime comes for our cats, they eagerly mill around the kitchen, waiting for the sound of the lid being ripped from the can.  Two, if not three of them show up, wanting to lick the lid.  Three of the four eagerly sit up.  (Buster looks like a little prairie dog when he sits up.)

But then three of the four cats sniff their food, glare at me, and walk away.
Grrrrrr.

Hey, this is Friskies.  And it's not like we feed 'em the same gunk every day.  Supposedly, we're giving them 10-15 different flavors.  We buy it in case lots -- usually 15-20 cases at a time.  Then I painstakingly separate them so that they get a different flavor for every meal.  They don't seem to like the "classic pate."

It used to be that none of our cats liked any form of tuna/fish.  But suddenly, it's only the tuna that immediately gets scarfed down.  And oddly enough, some times the food that was so repugnant in the morning, is totally gone in the evening.

Lately, I've tossed out more food than they've eaten.  In fact, I've come to ask them, "Should I save time and just throw this away now?"

They glare at me.

The problem is, you never know what flavor of food will be available when you hit the store.  We usually buy the food at PetSmart.  Sometimes they have LOTS of variations of tuna -- last time we only managed to find one kind.   Foolishly, we only bought one case.  The cats have let us know their disapproval.

I had a couple of coupons for Friskees Select cat food, and boy did they like it.  It disappeared in minutes.  The only problem is, that cat food is double the price of the regular Friskees.

I know, I know--we really shouldn't be feeding our cats commercial cat food, especially after what happened with tainted pet food.  But our cats don't like "real" food.  Okay, two of them will eat a piece of cheese here and a piece of ham there, but offer them chicken or any other kind of meat, and they act as if they're being offered poison.

Anybody else bugged by your pet's eating habits?

The Great Sushi Experiment

Here at Ivy Bend, we like to think we're pretty daring.  (We're not, but we like to think it.) And so we went to the grocery store and bought some sushi.  After all, isn't it lovely?



Our verdict?  Eh ... kind of bland.  This was the crab/avacado sushi.  I just wasn't that exciting, and since we're not wasabi or ginger fans, we didn't dip it in a lot of sauce.

So, I guess we'll just have to stick with Indian, Chinese, and Mexican food.  Food with heat.  Food with LOTS of flavor. 

Are you a sushi lover?

New to my cupboard

I don't get to the antiques co-op (where I used to have a booth) too often these days, but every time I do I find some little treasure for a bargain.  Okay, the bargains there aren't as good as they are at yard sales, but one must make due until Spring returns and so do the tag sales.



Look at this little beauty.  Isn't it cute?  It's heavy restaurant China and says:

Inca
Ware
Shanango China
New Castle, Pa.
U.S.A.

I must have a thing for chocolate mugs for I now seem to have three of them that are in regular use.



Do you have any kind of a theme going in your cupboard?

Girly Update

For Valentine's Day, Mr. Ivy gave me a little package with four different nail polishes.  (Okay, I bought it and said, "You can give this to me in my Christmas stocking," but he forgot and found it in February and gave it to me for Valentine's Day.)

So, I finally broke out a bottle and for the past week I've been wearing nail polish.  Mind you, I haven't worn nail polish on my fingers for quite a while.  For one thing, I keep my nails short.  I can't type if they get long.  (Or it seems to me I make a LOT of mistakes if I wear them longer then my fingertips.)

I like to see my fingers with nail polish on them, but I tried the red and thought--ick, that looks awful.  I think if you have short nails you really need to wear light colors.  So I've got on light pink with sparkles and it's quite lovely, I must say.

I keep looking at my fingers as I do stuff and for days I thought...that looks very familiar.  Why is that, and then I Saturday I knew.  Nail polished fingers remind me of my Aunt.  Lots of times she wears nail polish (or she did--I know her toenails are polished, because she showed me.  (Great color, too.))

So when I'm looking at my fingers I'm thinking of her and what a wonderful cook she is.  I've actually had to do some cooking this weekend (okay, mostly reheating but that's cooking to me) and I find myself watching my fingers.  And I'm thinking, you know, I've got the Auntie cooking genius when I wear this silly polish.  I swear the food has tasted twice as good.

Bottom line:  from now on, I'm wearing nail polish when I cook.

How about you?  Do you wear nail polish?

Eating Healthy

A member of my family was recently diagnosed with "pre-diabetes" and told to lose weight and eat healthy.  That got me thinking about how we eat, which isn't healthy enough.

For the past year, I've been trying to make changes.  First up, I've pitched several of our non-stick pans.  I'll be looking to replace them with Revereware or Farberware.  (I've already replaced the pots--now to get another skillet or two.)

But what about food?

We eat far too much processed food.  I've been switching over to lower fat and lower sodium soups, etc., and when I went to look for a can of black beans yesterday morning, I realized I'd used the last one up. It was time to break out the bag of real, dried beans.

According to the Idaho Bean Commission:

• Each half-cup serving of dry beans provides six to seven grams of protein, meets at least 10% of the Recommended Dietary Allowance (RDA) for protein, yet costs about 20 cents per serving.  
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  A single half-cup serving of cooked dry beans counts as one, one-ounce serving of lean meat in the USDA Food Pyramid Meat and Beans group, and as a full serving of vegetables in the Vegetables group.  (And there are LOTS of other fascinating facts up there, too.)

I've never cooked dried beans before.  Who has time to watch a pot on the stove?  Instead, I rinsed and picked through the beans, like the package said, and tossed them into a girl's best friend:  my crockpot.

Once the beans were cooked (on high for about three hours), I figured I was ready to go.  Now to make them palatable--and that means curry paste.  Okay, that's processed, too, but there's no added sodium, and I know exactly what's in today's lunch.

We need to eat more real fruits and vegetables.  That would be easy for me -- not so easy for my husband.  But he's agreed to try.

It's a start.

P.S. Anybody got a good black bean recipe?

Spider-mania

It's no secret that I don't like bugs.  Of any kind, but the bug that strikes to most terror in my heart is spiders.  I hate them.

Spiders LOVE to live near water.  My friend Brenda, who lives on a big pond, told me that they spray a couple of times a year to keep the spiders at bay.  I worked with MSDS (Material Safety Data Sheets) for years, so I'm not fond of poisonous chemicals and what they do to people -- so spraying isn't an option in my book.  I'm very grateful for Mr. Fly Swat, and I use him often.

It really annoys me to walk into a room in my home and see a web hanging from one of the track lights and attached to the armoire/entertainment center.  Grrrrr.  I hate looking at my collection of knick-knacks and seeing cobwebs attached to them.  Didn't I just dust them a week ago and now they're back???

Before I go to sleep, I do my nightly bug watch.  Check the corners of the ceiling and work my way to the middle.  Any spider up there had better be prepared for death, because I'm not going to sleep with one in my bedroom.

I remember one morning waking up and reaching for a tissue and there, sitting on my nightstand was a spider.  AHHHHHHHRRRRRGGGGG!!!

Last night, I couldn't sleep, so I got up to check my e-mail.  (Doesn't everyone?)  And there, smack-dab in the middle of the screen, was a SPIDER.  Usually I'd let out a little scream -- but as everyone was sleeping (husband and cats) I had to stifle my scream and just squish Mr. Spider.

My aunt wouldn't approve of this wanton killing spree.  I know spiders are good.  They eat other bugs.  But they could live Long and Happy Lives if they didn't enter my living space.  It's that simple.

Are you afraid of spiders?

Wanted: One Shopping Pal

Years ago, I had a friend and we did lots of cool stuff together.  This friend--oh, let's for the heck of it just call her Judy--and I used to go to the movies, attend local meetings, and SHOP.

Then she moved away.  Although I've made other friends, none of them have been shopping buddies.  I miss that.  I miss going to look at dishes, and furniture, and BOOKS, and office supplies, and music and stuff.  And the thing is, while I still love to window shop for these things, I hate doing it alone.

Lots of times I'll think about going to mall to look at china (not to buy, I already have a beautiful set of "good" china) and glassware.  I love walking through Macy's Home Center and seeing all the pretty patterns and baubles.  I love looking at the Egyptian Cotton sheets, and all the wonderful small appliances that I don't need or have room for in my tiny kitchen.  But I don't have anyone to share that with.

I love to go in Michael's or Joann's and look at the material, the crafts, the pictures frames, the stickers, and the candles, but usually I'm with Mr. Ivy who can't get in and out of those places fast enough.  (He can't stand the ever-present scent of potpourri.)

The only thing I don't like to shop for is clothes -- or shoes.  That's just painful.

Sometimes when my friend Nancy comes home to visit, we go to bookstores, but often we just sit in a restaurant and gab for hours.  We need to so some serious shopping when she comes back in April.

Until then, I'll just think about shopping.  If nothing else, it saves money.
Do you have a shopping pal?

I dot a code in da doze . . .

I haven't had a cold in several years--but I've got one now.  As colds go, this one isn't too bad.  On the misery scale of 1 to 10, I'd say I'm only at about 6.5.  But I'm sure it would be much higher if it wasn't for my neti pot.

If you've never used one, it can be . . . kind of disgusting.  Like when you were a kid and went swimming and water got up your nose when they made you dive into the deep end.  Ick!  Only this is kinda worse. You're actually rinsing your sinuses and cleaning them of germs and other crud.  Click on the video below if you want to learn a lot more about it.



One of the worst things about having a cold is waking up in the middle of the night and NOT being able to breathe.  I got through the night just fine.

Have you ever used a neti pot?  What's your best home remedy for the common cold?