<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791</id><updated>2011-10-11T19:36:43.913-05:00</updated><category term='Running Away'/><category term='cathartic'/><category term='vows'/><category term='Experts'/><category term='celebrate'/><category term='Fuzz Babies'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='crying'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Why I ♥ my husband'/><category term='Breakfast'/><category term='Disappointment'/><category term='Friday Treat'/><category term='Etsy'/><category term='Gratitude'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Food in Review'/><category term='planning'/><category term='Dinner'/><category term='Open-Mind'/><category term='Our Marriage Celebration'/><category term='countdown'/><category term='Happy Things'/><category term='Us'/><category term='football'/><category term='The Dress'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='ceremony'/><title type='text'>Second Chance Happiness</title><subtitle type='html'>Creating my own path to happiness through food and love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>437</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-5250656818492909122</id><published>2011-01-29T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T06:30:01.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day!</title><content type='html'>My amazing, flower-giving, wine bottle-opening, take-the-dog-out-of-my-space-so-mama-can-breath-for-a-minute man did something even more thoughtful than all of that this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I know.&amp;nbsp; How can that be possible?!&amp;nbsp; Well, I assure you, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wonderful thing did he do?&amp;nbsp; He bought me a website!&amp;nbsp; He paid for a full year of registration and web hosting out of his own fun money; just because he thought I’d like it.&amp;nbsp; I woke up last Sunday to find that I had my very own URL.&amp;nbsp; Now, go ahead.&amp;nbsp; Gush.&amp;nbsp; I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d been talking about doing this, but we hadn’t really moved forward on it.&amp;nbsp; Blogger likes to keep from actually publishing my morning posts about once a week.&amp;nbsp; It’s terribly frustrating.&amp;nbsp; I really like my little blog here, and I’d like to see it grow.&amp;nbsp; That just doesn’t seem entirely likely here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with my husband’s mad computer skills (cuz Lord knows mine are extremely limited) and a year’s worth of paid-for service, Second Chance Happiness is moving.&amp;nbsp; Stop by and visit me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.secondchancehappiness.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-5250656818492909122?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5250656818492909122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/moving-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5250656818492909122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5250656818492909122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day!'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-4036077270655578266</id><published>2011-01-28T06:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T06:30:00.798-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Food in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I may have played it a bit safe this week, considering last week’s epic failure.&amp;nbsp; I still think we had some nice dinners though.&amp;nbsp; I did one thing different this week.&amp;nbsp; I went to Sprouts.&amp;nbsp; I hardly EVER go there.&amp;nbsp; My first experience was…..off putting.&amp;nbsp; Now that I know what to expect, my second trip was fantastic.&amp;nbsp; I actually plan to go back this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&amp;nbsp; I like to make meals that my husband would consider a treat when I feel like maybe I haven’t been the best at being a wife.&amp;nbsp; Enter burgers.&amp;nbsp; Real beef burgers.&amp;nbsp; Wait, correction, real ORGANIC beef STUFFED burgers!&amp;nbsp; (Organic ground beef was on special at Sprouts.)&amp;nbsp; Stuffed with what?&amp;nbsp; Oh, just local, organic white cheddar!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I mixed the beef with half a can of diced green chili peppers then made four very thin patties.&amp;nbsp; Shredded cheese topped two of the patties.&amp;nbsp; Then the remaining patties topped the cheese.&amp;nbsp; I pressed the edges to seal the burgers, but they managed to ooze nonetheless.&amp;nbsp; Who cares?!&amp;nbsp; It’s a cheese-filled burger?!&amp;nbsp; Topped with avocado and served with sweet potato fries.&amp;nbsp; He was in burger heaven.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcZnj8jzI/AAAAAAAADM4/AbD4oMZaiZg/s1600/DSC03418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcZnj8jzI/AAAAAAAADM4/AbD4oMZaiZg/s400/DSC03418.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunday:&amp;nbsp; I wanted chicken and dumplings again before the weather grew too warm to eat it!&amp;nbsp; I made it exactly the same as last time, except I had 2% milk instead of whole.&amp;nbsp; It was sort of a fail.&amp;nbsp; The difference in milk made the texture and consistency of this pot less appealing than my chicken and dumplings of last month.&amp;nbsp; Still, it was totally edible and we went through two bowlfuls each.&amp;nbsp; I believe that’s where the issue in texture comes in.&amp;nbsp; Last time we each only ate one bowl.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcdJaI0gI/AAAAAAAADM8/uM9UFS9CAK4/s1600/DSC03449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcdJaI0gI/AAAAAAAADM8/uM9UFS9CAK4/s400/DSC03449.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&amp;nbsp; I found chicken bratwurst and Sprouts, and I had to try them!&amp;nbsp; I love brats.&amp;nbsp; The traditional pork ones are great.&amp;nbsp; And I’ve had turkeys, which are an okay, healthier substitute.&amp;nbsp; So, I was intrigued by the chicken ones, and from a real meat counter no less.&amp;nbsp; Per the butcher’s suggestion, I broiled them in the over on a rack for 30 minutes at 350.&amp;nbsp; To finish them, I simply seared the skins in a very hot skillet.&amp;nbsp; While the brats were in the oven, I glazed baby organic carrots in butter and brown sugar and simmered sauerkraut until nearly dry.&amp;nbsp; The mustard was a bit odd.&amp;nbsp; I had a waning container of Dijon and brown mustards.&amp;nbsp; Not enough in either, and both were entirely stuck to the sides of the jars!&amp;nbsp; Enter a little water and a sauce pan!&amp;nbsp; I rinsed and shook each container into the pan, set it to simmer, and added brown mustard seeds, pepper, and a little extra horseradish to the mix.&amp;nbsp; Then I just whisked it occasionally until it thickened back up.&amp;nbsp; It made and excellent dipper.&amp;nbsp; And the chicken brats?&amp;nbsp; They were perfection!&amp;nbsp; Juicy and bursting with flavor.&amp;nbsp; Delish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcgMFOgBI/AAAAAAAADNA/Z5qkNdeW9jY/s1600/DSC03452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcgMFOgBI/AAAAAAAADNA/Z5qkNdeW9jY/s400/DSC03452.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&amp;nbsp; I had about 1/3 pound of ground beef left from the burgers that I’d reserved for taco night!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I browned the beef, drained it, and added all the usual “taco” spices: garlic powder, onion powder, cayenne, chili powder, cumin, and salt.&amp;nbsp; I don’t like seasoning packets for this.&amp;nbsp; I want to control the level of each spice.&amp;nbsp; Just add water and let it simmer till thickened.&amp;nbsp; I added the same spices to a jar of refried black beans and nuked them till warm.&amp;nbsp; The refried beans and seasoned ground beef were stuffed inside La Tortilla Factory wheat corn tortillas topped with a pinch of shredded jack and sliced avocado.&amp;nbsp; One the side, I pan-fried some sweet potatoes that I’d diced and roasted when the brats were in the oven the day before.&amp;nbsp; Might as well multi-task right??&amp;nbsp; I’d coated the potatoes with sunflower oil when roasting them, and since the pan was non-stick, they didn’t require any additional oil to pan-fry.&amp;nbsp; Tacos are comfort food for me!&amp;nbsp; I just loved the combo on these.&amp;nbsp; I sprinkled chili powder and cayenne on the pan-fried sweet potatoes.&amp;nbsp; They were sweet and spicy, crispy and gooey all at once.&amp;nbsp; Perfection.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcjI5TB1I/AAAAAAAADNE/S9Gb1nynj68/s1600/DSC03454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcjI5TB1I/AAAAAAAADNE/S9Gb1nynj68/s400/DSC03454.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&amp;nbsp; Dinner started with a gigantic glass of wine.&amp;nbsp; For me, not for the dinner.&amp;nbsp; To say I had a hard day wouldn’t cover it.&amp;nbsp; So, dinner was desperately simple: jarred sauce, frozen ravioli, garlic bread.&amp;nbsp; The jarred sauce was left over from last week’s eggplant pizza: Mezzetta’s Artichoke Parmesan Marinara.&amp;nbsp; This sauce is fantastic.&amp;nbsp; So thick, more the consistency of a pesto than a marinara.&amp;nbsp; The frozen ravis were my favorite: Central Market’s organic ricotta and goat cheese.&amp;nbsp; I boiled the ravioli, laid them on a bed of spinach, heated the sauce in the pasta pot, and spooned it on top.&amp;nbsp; Totally lazy right?&amp;nbsp; Yes, but also totally delicious.&amp;nbsp; I made garlic bread on the side out of Nature’s Pride potato bread.&amp;nbsp; Num.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcmBE0ynI/AAAAAAAADNI/hmWnRnAkPxE/s1600/DSC03459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcmBE0ynI/AAAAAAAADNI/hmWnRnAkPxE/s400/DSC03459.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&amp;nbsp; This is a "clean out the fridge" meal.&amp;nbsp; I soaked wheat berries over night then cooked in broth.&amp;nbsp; To the side, I sauteed onion, red bell pepper, garlic, and quartered frozen sprouts.&amp;nbsp; Once things looked lovely and caramelized, I added pinches of flour until the veggies were lightly coated. Then I poured the wheat berries into the veggies, broth and all.&amp;nbsp; The two cooked together until a nice, thick sauce formed.&amp;nbsp; Finally, I added a can of Starkist Roasted Garlic marinated yellowfin tuna.&amp;nbsp; The tuna was too strong for me.&amp;nbsp; Don't think I'll be using it again....but we ate it for dinner anyhow.&amp;nbsp; Live and learn?&amp;nbsp; Everything else was so good together.&amp;nbsp; So, either leave out the tuna and have a veggie meal or perhaps chicken would be better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcpI2mfnI/AAAAAAAADNM/_N0uB_Llts8/s1600/DSC03473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcpI2mfnI/AAAAAAAADNM/_N0uB_Llts8/s400/DSC03473.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley has been a BEAST this week.&amp;nbsp; She's decided I don't matter, so she's not minding me.&amp;nbsp; I certainly hope that she's better next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzK0sB35I/AAAAAAAADIU/RlVBTfR6hjI/s1600/DSC03401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzK0sB35I/AAAAAAAADIU/RlVBTfR6hjI/s400/DSC03401.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, you puppy!&amp;nbsp; Cuteness does not make up for being bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope you have a great weekend!&amp;nbsp; I have exciting news tomorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-4036077270655578266?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4036077270655578266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-in-review_28.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4036077270655578266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4036077270655578266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-in-review_28.html' title='Food in Review'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIcZnj8jzI/AAAAAAAADM4/AbD4oMZaiZg/s72-c/DSC03418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-258403350163002981</id><published>2011-01-27T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:43:04.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I ♥ my husband'/><title type='text'>The good stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIba6O6P8I/AAAAAAAADMw/h7BX5R8yfIY/s1600/DSC03462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIba6O6P8I/AAAAAAAADMw/h7BX5R8yfIY/s400/DSC03462.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My husband came home with flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He told me to draw a bath and pour a glass of wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He put Pandora on the Maroon 5 channel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he took the dog for a long walk.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how I deserve him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-258403350163002981?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/258403350163002981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/258403350163002981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/258403350163002981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-stuff.html' title='The good stuff'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUIba6O6P8I/AAAAAAAADMw/h7BX5R8yfIY/s72-c/DSC03462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-5806394844722525823</id><published>2011-01-27T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T06:30:01.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prescription for a daydream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What would change about my life if I didn’t have to go to work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’d workout.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;No, not more.&amp;nbsp; Just workout.&amp;nbsp; I pretty much never do anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUC5IIL4VsI/AAAAAAAADMY/OsizIXYnLjo/s1600/DSC01943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUC5IIL4VsI/AAAAAAAADMY/OsizIXYnLjo/s400/DSC01943.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’d play with the dog WAY more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;As it stands, she gets about 10-20 minutes out of me in the morning and again in the evening, then I have more pressing things to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TEjovNxXCFI/AAAAAAAABfM/wc5kCPaFChM/s1600/DSC02116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TEjovNxXCFI/AAAAAAAABfM/wc5kCPaFChM/s400/DSC02116.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’d cook more thoughtful meals for us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Instead of simply QUICK meals with very little variety or creativity….because those things take time and are reserved for the weekend!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUC8RJUALrI/AAAAAAAADMc/O4xfMog04vw/s1600/DSC02160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUC8RJUALrI/AAAAAAAADMc/O4xfMog04vw/s400/DSC02160.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This blog would be WAY better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;More content, more photos, more life.&amp;nbsp; I don’t think any of you really want to hear about my day-to-day as an accountant, right? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prophix.com/humor/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Source)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prophix.com/common/images/humor/cfo-jokes8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://www.prophix.com/common/images/humor/cfo-jokes8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’d have a clean house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;It’s currently covered in dog hair and puppy footprints.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSpspfHY0SI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/CL1awa-mfhc/s1600/DSC03273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSpspfHY0SI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/CL1awa-mfhc/s400/DSC03273.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wouldn’t stress as much about work environment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;No, instead I’d stress about lack of funds….because apparently I require X amount of stress in my life in order to function.&amp;nbsp; I’m kind of ridiculous like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emailgoodies.faketrix.com/content/pix/office/Original-Files/stress-reduction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.emailgoodies.faketrix.com/content/pix/office/Original-Files/stress-reduction.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emailgoodies.faketrix.com/pics-office-humor-work-comedy-funny-jobs-picture-5-stress-reduction-kit.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Source) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We’d be on a MUCH tighter budget.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;I’m already a cheapskate, so you can imagine!&amp;nbsp; Organic what?!&amp;nbsp; No, no, no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’d never be considering buying a new car while the Element was still running.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;I’m kind of amazed I’m considering it anyhow!&amp;nbsp; It’s so not like my cheap self.&amp;nbsp; But there is a plan and sound reasoning in place.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Etsy shop would likely have merchandise in it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Whoopsie!&amp;nbsp; Totally let that one fall by the wayside, didn’t I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk9b3_0sxI/AAAAAAAACv0/-WxVbb7YMsM/s1600/DSC03013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk9b3_0sxI/AAAAAAAACv0/-WxVbb7YMsM/s400/DSC03013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don’t worry.&amp;nbsp; Nothing is changing.&amp;nbsp; I’m still going to work every day.&amp;nbsp; This was just a little exercise in daydreaming.&amp;nbsp; It was prescribed to me by my optometrist.&amp;nbsp; She told me that the best thing for my eye strain issues was simply to stop staring at the computer screen and let my eyes go out of focus a couple times a day.&amp;nbsp; This is the result of one of those unfocused moments.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would change about your life if you didn’t have to work?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-5806394844722525823?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5806394844722525823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/prescription-for-daydream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5806394844722525823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5806394844722525823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/prescription-for-daydream.html' title='Prescription for a daydream'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TUC5IIL4VsI/AAAAAAAADMY/OsizIXYnLjo/s72-c/DSC01943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-5704336392717716500</id><published>2011-01-26T06:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T06:30:01.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouraging news</title><content type='html'>For the first time, I think there might be progress on the &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-ring.html"&gt;ring&lt;/a&gt; front.&amp;nbsp; I went to the jewelry store today, expecting the same blaize brush off I've been getting from the jeweler.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, he was actually pleasant.&amp;nbsp; He realized he didn't have any info on me in his customer files (after having my ring for five month, I never made it into the system, huh?) and added me.&amp;nbsp; He even took an email address and promised photos of the mock-up next week for my approval.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was floored.&amp;nbsp; Had I received this sort of reception the other times I'd gone in instead of having him call my husband a smartass, I think I would have been far less frustrated during this whole process!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I hope this time it's genuine.&amp;nbsp; It's been five months.&amp;nbsp; My wedding anniversary is in less than a month.&amp;nbsp; I would absolutely love having my replacement by then.&amp;nbsp; I'm not holding my breath, but I am far more hopeful that I've allowed myself to be in quite some time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TT9vTKweyfI/AAAAAAAADMU/nUdYYYGx6AE/s1600/DSC_7750-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TT9vTKweyfI/AAAAAAAADMU/nUdYYYGx6AE/s640/DSC_7750-2.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you hopeful about right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-5704336392717716500?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5704336392717716500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/encouraging-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5704336392717716500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5704336392717716500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/encouraging-news.html' title='Encouraging news'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TT9vTKweyfI/AAAAAAAADMU/nUdYYYGx6AE/s72-c/DSC_7750-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-2734149659202810808</id><published>2011-01-25T06:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:30:03.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Granola - Attempt #7</title><content type='html'>I asked my hubby what kind of granola he wanted this week.&amp;nbsp; He said something with a berry.&amp;nbsp; Okay, that's doable, but I don't really like dried fruit in my granola.&amp;nbsp; A little is okay, but I'm not a fan of heavily fruited granolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solution?&amp;nbsp; Leave the dried fruit out!&amp;nbsp; There are other ways to incorporate fruit if you don't mind purple-tinged granola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry granola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c brown rice syrup&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c unsweetened applesauce&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c blackberry jam&lt;br /&gt;3 c rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c milled flax&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c almonds&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c pepitas&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c sunflower seeds&lt;br /&gt;1/4 t salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out by toasting my nuts and seeds because they are all raw.&amp;nbsp; 10 minutes at 325 was plenty to get just a little color and aroma out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyvKqymARI/AAAAAAAADJc/VaYEwoRM_v8/s1600/DSC03421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyvKqymARI/AAAAAAAADJc/VaYEwoRM_v8/s400/DSC03421.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the first three ingredients were heated slowly over a low heat until well incorporated and very pourable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyvNWQIBtI/AAAAAAAADJg/muivgFEMlx0/s1600/DSC03422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyvNWQIBtI/AAAAAAAADJg/muivgFEMlx0/s400/DSC03422.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining ingredients including the pre-toasted nuts and seeds were combined and the syrup pour over.&amp;nbsp; Fold until everything is a lovely purple color and evenly coated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyvQQp4nlI/AAAAAAAADJk/6HFj6L7zvpM/s1600/DSC03423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyvQQp4nlI/AAAAAAAADJk/6HFj6L7zvpM/s400/DSC03423.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked the granola at 325, stirring every 10 minutes till dry.&amp;nbsp; This batch took 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyvT1gd_8I/AAAAAAAADJo/fEVPzqU1EwI/s1600/DSC03424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyvT1gd_8I/AAAAAAAADJo/fEVPzqU1EwI/s400/DSC03424.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the granola isn't nearly as purple as I'd hoped, but the berry taste is still there.&amp;nbsp; I think next time I'll up the jam a bit but leave everything else the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyvWuvp9zI/AAAAAAAADJs/8fB-fXSXa8Y/s1600/DSC03442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyvWuvp9zI/AAAAAAAADJs/8fB-fXSXa8Y/s400/DSC03442.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What crazy flavors would you like to see worked into a granola recipe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-2734149659202810808?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2734149659202810808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/granola-attempt-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2734149659202810808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2734149659202810808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/granola-attempt-7.html' title='Granola - Attempt #7'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyvKqymARI/AAAAAAAADJc/VaYEwoRM_v8/s72-c/DSC03421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-7875275522974080332</id><published>2011-01-24T06:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T09:12:13.297-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast'/><title type='text'>First scones</title><content type='html'>I happen to be head over heels with scones.&amp;nbsp; I live the biscuit quality they have while incorporating more intriguing flavors like a muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I knew I wanted something with blueberries and the two over-ripe bananas on my cabinet.&amp;nbsp; I set out in search of a muffin recipe.&amp;nbsp; Then I was tempted by a scone recipe.&amp;nbsp; Torn and too tired to make a decision between the two, I went with both, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry banana scone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Inspired by &lt;a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/2010/10/14/pumpkintervention/" mce_href="http://peasandthankyou.com/2010/10/14/pumpkintervention/"&gt;Mama Pea&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 beyond-ripe bananas&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c plus 1 T milk (I used Good Karma's Whole Grain Unsweetened Rice Milk)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 t vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;2 c whole wheat pastry flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 t baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 t cream of tartar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t fine sea salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c vegan shortening (I used Earth Balance Shortening Sticks)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c blueberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with Mama Pea's pumpkin version, combine the first 5 ingredients and set aside.&amp;nbsp; I added the vanilla since I left out all of the pumpkin pie-type spices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrK1cV4CI/AAAAAAAADIo/og3TkUYJ-3k/s1600/DSC03425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrK1cV4CI/AAAAAAAADIo/og3TkUYJ-3k/s400/DSC03425.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a larger bowl, add flour through sea salt and stir well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrUxLdt8I/AAAAAAAADI0/pcPXSw0KJPc/s1600/DSC03428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrUxLdt8I/AAAAAAAADI0/pcPXSw0KJPc/s400/DSC03428.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then add shortening, cut into small bits.&amp;nbsp; I used a cheese grater.&amp;nbsp; WAY easier than trying to cut that slick stuff with a knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrOeEd_lI/AAAAAAAADIs/-7f82hW6PoY/s1600/DSC03426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrOeEd_lI/AAAAAAAADIs/-7f82hW6PoY/s400/DSC03426.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrROpI4CI/AAAAAAAADIw/TGeR3Uzhh1g/s1600/DSC03427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrROpI4CI/AAAAAAAADIw/TGeR3Uzhh1g/s400/DSC03427.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the shortening to the flour mixture and cut it in with two forks (I have a pastry cutter coming in my next&lt;br /&gt;Pampered Chef order!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrYGn1uyI/AAAAAAAADI4/LHP6cFHl2AM/s1600/DSC03429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrYGn1uyI/AAAAAAAADI4/LHP6cFHl2AM/s400/DSC03429.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once crumbly, I added the banana and milk mixture to the flour and folded it in.&amp;nbsp; This is where I discovered that a half cup of milk is just a tad shy.&amp;nbsp; I needed an extra tablespoon for the mixture to form a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrbQZcCzI/AAAAAAAADI8/WgUtWuImHB4/s1600/DSC03430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrbQZcCzI/AAAAAAAADI8/WgUtWuImHB4/s400/DSC03430.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I added my blueberries and folded them in by hand.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to crush the little blue beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyre7Mt2DI/AAAAAAAADJA/gXpqrMkIYNs/s1600/DSC03432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyre7Mt2DI/AAAAAAAADJA/gXpqrMkIYNs/s400/DSC03432.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meant I couldn't roll my dough out.&amp;nbsp; I'd have squashed every single berry.&amp;nbsp; So, instead, I scooped them out like cookies.&amp;nbsp; What....you've seen round scones before, right?&amp;nbsp; Okay....so the shape is less than typical, but I will say that it made getting them out of the bowl and into the oven way faster and easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrh0lFimI/AAAAAAAADJE/F5RVBuWxd8o/s1600/DSC03433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrh0lFimI/AAAAAAAADJE/F5RVBuWxd8o/s400/DSC03433.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later.....golden tops and soft insides.&amp;nbsp; The blueberries burst with every bite.&amp;nbsp; Tender and delicious.&amp;nbsp; Quite the winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrkqj-7HI/AAAAAAAADJI/5t9Dlhmbp6Q/s1600/DSC03438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrkqj-7HI/AAAAAAAADJI/5t9Dlhmbp6Q/s400/DSC03438.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite scone?&amp;nbsp; Mine is this one the bakery at Scarborough Faire makes with candied ginger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-7875275522974080332?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7875275522974080332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-scones.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/7875275522974080332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/7875275522974080332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-scones.html' title='First scones'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTyrK1cV4CI/AAAAAAAADIo/og3TkUYJ-3k/s72-c/DSC03425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-5897381890826638670</id><published>2011-01-23T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T08:12:53.015-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuzz Babies'/><title type='text'>Day of firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwy1irw2jI/AAAAAAAADHA/pakLRjZx4KE/s1600/Photo0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwy1irw2jI/AAAAAAAADHA/pakLRjZx4KE/s400/Photo0004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today, I bought my very first LaraBar.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I realize I am WAY behind the times.&amp;nbsp; I also realized I started making something similar at home before I tried the real thing.&amp;nbsp; And let me say that I am very glad about that last fact, because I never would have started to make them at home if I'd tried this first.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping I just selected a bad flavor, because I did not care for this at all.&amp;nbsp; I ate enough bites to steady my blood sugar and discarded the rest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzMDNmrKI/AAAAAAAADHM/XBEiUBqYGgM/s1600/Photo0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzMDNmrKI/AAAAAAAADHM/XBEiUBqYGgM/s400/Photo0007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was also Riley's very first day at Doggy Daycare!&amp;nbsp; I took her &lt;a href="http://www.caninecourtyard.com/"&gt;Canine Courtyard&lt;/a&gt; in Flower Mound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzM9vmRaI/AAAAAAAADHQ/gnTEutmnD5M/s1600/Photo0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzM9vmRaI/AAAAAAAADHQ/gnTEutmnD5M/s400/Photo0008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is how she looked when I got her back. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzMDNmrKI/AAAAAAAADHM/XBEiUBqYGgM/s1600/Photo0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzMDNmrKI/AAAAAAAADHM/XBEiUBqYGgM/s400/Photo0007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;She was struggling so hard to keep her eyes open on the way home!&amp;nbsp; She finally gave in and collapsed on my hand, half falling off the front seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzHX0o9CI/AAAAAAAADHE/FZ5Q0v6ZhPA/s1600/DSC03398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzHX0o9CI/AAAAAAAADHE/FZ5Q0v6ZhPA/s400/DSC03398.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Immediately upon coming home, she did this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzK0sB35I/AAAAAAAADHI/Y9OgqUIOpPE/s1600/DSC03401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzK0sB35I/AAAAAAAADHI/Y9OgqUIOpPE/s400/DSC03401.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then relocated for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzltSZ-VI/AAAAAAAADHc/J1tprs2foBU/s1600/DSC03402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzltSZ-VI/AAAAAAAADHc/J1tprs2foBU/s400/DSC03402.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Which resulted in lots of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwza6yBkOI/AAAAAAAADHU/M4s0wqiV5_Y/s1600/DSC03420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwza6yBkOI/AAAAAAAADHU/M4s0wqiV5_Y/s400/DSC03420.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She perked up for about an hour in the evening while I was cooking, but then she curled into so tight a little ball that I decided to cover her up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzeCnzSLI/AAAAAAAADHY/guu-3JTkZMs/s1600/DSC03419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwzeCnzSLI/AAAAAAAADHY/guu-3JTkZMs/s400/DSC03419.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this was the result after she's realized it was cozy and warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm very pleased with the daycare!&amp;nbsp; She never exhibited any fear while I was there.&amp;nbsp; The lady at the counters said that she and her husband run it together, and you can tell she loves dogs and knows how to handle them.&amp;nbsp; They put Riley in a separate run where she could "sniff out" the doggy she'd be playing with later and acclimatize herself to the area.&amp;nbsp; They match the dogs by size first.&amp;nbsp; So, she told me Riley was paired with a pit bull.&amp;nbsp; Hey, she's THAT big now.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, the pit proved to be a bit too aggressive.&amp;nbsp; She said that as soon as Riley showed that she was scared (usually it's her tail that will let us know), she was put with a group of smaller, extremely hyper dogs.&amp;nbsp; She fit right in there!&amp;nbsp; When I returned, I got to see Riley and her playmates in an indoor play area via closed circuit cam.&amp;nbsp; She was playing happily and even sprawled out on the floor to rest at one point.&amp;nbsp; Her tail was wagging nearly nonstop.&amp;nbsp; She was happy, happy.&amp;nbsp; YAY!&amp;nbsp; Our half day trial was free, and you can bet we'll be back soon.&amp;nbsp; It's totally affordable, and having a calm dog all evening was well worth the cost!&amp;nbsp; As a bonus, they board.&amp;nbsp; So hopefully, we've found a kennel as well as a solution for very busy weekends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever taken your doggy to daycare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-5897381890826638670?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5897381890826638670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-of-firsts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5897381890826638670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5897381890826638670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-of-firsts.html' title='Day of firsts'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTwy1irw2jI/AAAAAAAADHA/pakLRjZx4KE/s72-c/Photo0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-9107591969882743881</id><published>2011-01-22T07:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:17:02.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the looking glasses?</title><content type='html'>That whole business of &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-resolution-but-mantra.html"&gt;doing scary things&lt;/a&gt; is moving forward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, the scary thing was &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-your-gramas-cookin.html"&gt;the brisket&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; While that didn't turn out ideally, the chopped beef creations were delicious.&amp;nbsp; I will be trying it again, and I feel confident that I can do a much better job the second time around.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear to be faced this week is, again, two-fold.&amp;nbsp; It will require money and just doing something I have grown to hate.&amp;nbsp; What is that, you ask?&amp;nbsp; Wearing glasses.&amp;nbsp; I know, silly, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTrXsCYDgOI/AAAAAAAADG4/TWdlLO9LeXg/s1600/DSC03395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTrXsCYDgOI/AAAAAAAADG4/TWdlLO9LeXg/s320/DSC03395.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Me going to the 8th grade homecoming dance in 1992)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For some background, I've worn glasses off and on my entire life.&amp;nbsp; I had a weak eye as a child, which crossed severely.&amp;nbsp; So, at two or three, I had coke bottle lenses in order to correct my wayward eye.&amp;nbsp; I stayed in glasses until high school.&amp;nbsp; It totally worked.&amp;nbsp; My right eye only crosses when I'm very tired (or drunk).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, I had prescription reading glasses off and on, mostly when I could afford to get them.&amp;nbsp; They were meant to be worn whenever I was at a computer.&amp;nbsp; I'm on a computer all day at work.&amp;nbsp; In case you don't know, computer monitors are hell on the eyes!&amp;nbsp; My last pair was misplaced when I was going through a divorce (truthfully, I think they got thrown out in the chaos), and I was in no position to replace them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has now become overwhelmingly apparent that I need glasses again.&amp;nbsp; I'm getting frequent headaches with black spots in my field of vision and have had an ongoing twitch in my "good" eye for the last three weeks.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and I really should have failed my vision test at the DMV in February when I changed my name.&amp;nbsp; She let me try it like six times.&amp;nbsp; Thank God I have a memory because I just kept track of what I'd said and went through all the options of what those fuzzy shapes could possibly be!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the bullet has been bitten.&amp;nbsp; Glasses are being ordered.&amp;nbsp; I am not happy about spending the money (ehm...my $160 a month health insurance doesn't have vision coverage!) or about being chained to glasses again.&amp;nbsp; But I can't handle the headaches or the spasms any longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....and the husband says he finds girls in glasses sexy.&amp;nbsp; That's a perk, right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-9107591969882743881?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/9107591969882743881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/through-looking-glasses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/9107591969882743881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/9107591969882743881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/through-looking-glasses.html' title='Through the looking glasses?'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTrXsCYDgOI/AAAAAAAADG4/TWdlLO9LeXg/s72-c/DSC03395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-146757718344231875</id><published>2011-01-21T06:30:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T06:30:02.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Food in Review</title><content type='html'>Okay, so you all know of my tragic brisket on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, one bad meal did not define the week's meals as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&amp;nbsp; I used the recipe described &lt;a href="http://homesicktexan.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-oven-baked-brisket.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The flavor was great.&amp;nbsp; The cooking time should probably be adjusted, or the temp, as I have been informed by someone I trust that I did not cook it long enough.&amp;nbsp; The sweet potato was amazing...cooked for over an hour in the stove with the brisket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjR3SFKU9I/AAAAAAAADEU/yhEGv2Q3OEM/s1600/DSC03355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjR3SFKU9I/AAAAAAAADEU/yhEGv2Q3OEM/s400/DSC03355.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjRtQUrLoI/AAAAAAAADEI/tm8MQmsxIqU/s1600/DSC03360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjRtQUrLoI/AAAAAAAADEI/tm8MQmsxIqU/s400/DSC03360.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: We test drove cars, so we did the $1 pulled pork sandwich deal at Dickey's.&amp;nbsp; Delicious.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tuesday:&amp;nbsp; I had chopped brisket on the mind.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was the only way to save a tough brisket, which was backed by others.&amp;nbsp; I chopped most of the remaining brisket and simmered it in the remainder of a dwindling jar of salsa.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile, I played with something new!&amp;nbsp; I've eaten plantains in Brazilian restaurants before, but never cooked with them.&amp;nbsp; I decided to go with baked plantain chips.&amp;nbsp; I tossed the sliced plantain in sunflower oil, salt, pepper, and hot smoked paprika then baked at 375 for about 18 minutes, turning once.&amp;nbsp; The result was might crisp and filling.&amp;nbsp; I do believe another good glug of oil would have been good though.&amp;nbsp; They were a bit dry.&amp;nbsp; I served the chopped beef in La Tortilla Factory half wheat/half corn whole grain tortillas.&amp;nbsp; Oh man, those tortillas were killer.&amp;nbsp; If you find them (these were at my local Kroger and very affordable), try them.&amp;nbsp; Great texture and flavor.&amp;nbsp; No compromise needed for going healthy on these.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjRwwS8iVI/AAAAAAAADEM/0c1fN5yaYNM/s1600/DSC03361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjRwwS8iVI/AAAAAAAADEM/0c1fN5yaYNM/s400/DSC03361.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjR-9nYyQI/AAAAAAAADEY/HcbK_IdhAOY/s1600/DSC03362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjR-9nYyQI/AAAAAAAADEY/HcbK_IdhAOY/s400/DSC03362.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wednesday:&amp;nbsp; I wanted stuffed acorn squash.&amp;nbsp; I know, typical.&amp;nbsp; About every third week, I crave roasted squash.&amp;nbsp; This one was very similar to all my others.&amp;nbsp; I baked the squash at 400 for almost an hour and cooked up some kamut the night before.&amp;nbsp; So, when it came dinner Wednesday, I just reheated the squash and made the filling.&amp;nbsp; This filling started with sauteed garlic and onions.&amp;nbsp; I added these amazing chicken sausages I found at Central Market.&amp;nbsp; They were orange cranberry walnut with actual segments of orange, whole cranberries, and chunks of walnut.&amp;nbsp; Oh my goodness.&amp;nbsp; Must have more.&amp;nbsp; I went with the citrus theme and added the juice of an entire lemon and two teaspoon of tahini with some veggie stock to flavor the kamut.&amp;nbsp; I threw in a little kale for something green and let it simmer till all of the stock was gone.&amp;nbsp; This was heaven.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjR0SqU3gI/AAAAAAAADEQ/rTgObxYaKPQ/s1600/DSC03370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjR0SqU3gI/AAAAAAAADEQ/rTgObxYaKPQ/s400/DSC03370.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&amp;nbsp; Pizza time.&amp;nbsp; Pizza Melanzana!&amp;nbsp; Okay, I made that up.&amp;nbsp; But I bet the Italians like eggplant on pizza....wouldn't you think?&amp;nbsp; I used the same &lt;a href="http://vegweb.com/index.php?topic=5883.0"&gt;crust &lt;/a&gt;as last time the night before.&amp;nbsp; When I got home, I peeled and roasted an eggplant at 350 with olive oil, salt, pepper, garlic powder, and red pepper flake till gooey.&amp;nbsp; I topped my pizza with a sauce I found on sale that looked great....Artichoke Parmesan Marinara by Mezzetta who make the giardiniera that I love.&amp;nbsp; The whole thing was covered in shredded jack and parm then baked till GBD (sorry, channeled my inner Alton there...that's Golden Brown and Delicious).&amp;nbsp; The crust was SPOT ON this time, just the right amount of chewiness, fluffy, and light.&amp;nbsp; The eggplant melted into the pizza.&amp;nbsp; I cannot wait to eat this again!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTji8N165dI/AAAAAAAADEc/nMbOQv5Q7Mk/s1600/DSC03381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTji8N165dI/AAAAAAAADEc/nMbOQv5Q7Mk/s400/DSC03381.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTji_TXxLcI/AAAAAAAADEg/coXJbXtMSXE/s1600/DSC03382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTji_TXxLcI/AAAAAAAADEg/coXJbXtMSXE/s400/DSC03382.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjjCqFFJ9I/AAAAAAAADEk/dK8s2uoZXN0/s1600/DSC03384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjjCqFFJ9I/AAAAAAAADEk/dK8s2uoZXN0/s400/DSC03384.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little view from my evening on the floor with Ri.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjrF_wjP3I/AAAAAAAADEo/1YHmYtYKk1c/s1600/DSC03386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjrF_wjP3I/AAAAAAAADEo/1YHmYtYKk1c/s400/DSC03386.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjrI1kzE9I/AAAAAAAADEs/m8Ii3kOb2D0/s1600/DSC03388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjrI1kzE9I/AAAAAAAADEs/m8Ii3kOb2D0/s400/DSC03388.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjrL4kzQ0I/AAAAAAAADEw/-CwgLSZy1Jc/s1600/DSC03389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjrL4kzQ0I/AAAAAAAADEw/-CwgLSZy1Jc/s400/DSC03389.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-146757718344231875?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/146757718344231875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-in-review_21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/146757718344231875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/146757718344231875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-in-review_21.html' title='Food in Review'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTjR3SFKU9I/AAAAAAAADEU/yhEGv2Q3OEM/s72-c/DSC03355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-3553731284600743929</id><published>2011-01-20T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T06:30:00.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Challenge accepted</title><content type='html'>I was issued a bit of a challenge by one little &lt;a href="http://purplebirdblog.wordpress.com/"&gt;PurpleBird &lt;/a&gt;regarding kale and nutritional yeast.&amp;nbsp; I've never had either.&amp;nbsp; She basically told me to stop being a chicken and eat the darn stuff!&amp;nbsp; And well, that's exactly what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a hunt for a baked kale chip recipe and the first one that popped up was &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/03/baked-kale-chips/"&gt;Smitten Kitchen's version&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Well, that blog makes me drool so I didn't bother to look any further.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used her method, but added some flare of my own.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicy sesame kale chips&lt;br /&gt;3 large leaves of kale&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon of sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon of olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon nutritional yeast&lt;br /&gt;sprinkling of smoked hot pakrika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTead47qH9I/AAAAAAAADDI/OwyIARlWxNo/s1600/DSC03373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTead47qH9I/AAAAAAAADDI/OwyIARlWxNo/s400/DSC03373.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossed together and baked for 18 minutes at 300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTeahH6qn_I/AAAAAAAADDM/Xa0Zn66z2zQ/s1600/DSC03377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTeahH6qn_I/AAAAAAAADDM/Xa0Zn66z2zQ/s400/DSC03377.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict?&amp;nbsp; Well the smell is unique.&amp;nbsp; Green and stinky akin brussel sprouts.&amp;nbsp; The kale will literally shatter it's so crisp.&amp;nbsp; The flavor though, hmm, yeah......I have to be honest.&amp;nbsp; I don't like it.&amp;nbsp; I gave a piece to my husband, he wrinkled his entire face and loudly proclaimed "Eeeewwwwww!!!" and gave the other half of the piece back.&amp;nbsp; I'll be trying them again after they've cooled to see if that makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTeakRmMaLI/AAAAAAAADDQ/tRT0TrJfFrQ/s1600/DSC03378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTeakRmMaLI/AAAAAAAADDQ/tRT0TrJfFrQ/s400/DSC03378.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a bad blogger.&amp;nbsp; I'm supposed to love these, right?&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'd like it better if I did the &lt;a href="http://purplebirdblog.wordpress.com/2011/01/19/lemony-miso-tilapia-and-a-new-kale-chip/"&gt;hummus trick&lt;/a&gt; that Christin does?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-3553731284600743929?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3553731284600743929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/challenge-accepted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3553731284600743929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3553731284600743929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/challenge-accepted.html' title='Challenge accepted'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTead47qH9I/AAAAAAAADDI/OwyIARlWxNo/s72-c/DSC03373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-3643144650088865651</id><published>2011-01-19T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:30:00.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.7157571924543396" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m in sort of a negative rut. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps my brisket knew this? &amp;nbsp;Anyhow, today I’m focusing on the positive. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;First up.....and oh so exciting....my &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/10/showered.html"&gt;girlfriend at work&lt;/a&gt; is being induced today! &amp;nbsp;I am so happy for her and her man. &amp;nbsp;I hope their little girl comes into this world smoothly and swiftly. &amp;nbsp;I cannot wait to meet the little missy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Secondly, I test drove THREE cars on Monday night! &amp;nbsp;Okay, I have to confess, window shopping is one of my very favorite things. &amp;nbsp;I absolutely dread actually spending money, but daydreaming about spending money is sheer bliss to me. &amp;nbsp;This applies to large and small purchases, but I especially enjoy the shopping process when it comes to larger purchases (you know, until I have to part with real money.....eek!). &amp;nbsp;I love doing research and testing things out. &amp;nbsp;So, test driving cars, “building” them online, and researching reviews is just downright fun! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;First up: &lt;a href="http://www.toyota.com/fjcruiser/"&gt;Toyota FJ Cruiser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toyota.com/img/vehicles/2011/fjcruiser/gallery/full/2011_fj_ext13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://www.toyota.com/img/vehicles/2011/fjcruiser/gallery/full/2011_fj_ext13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toyota.com/fjcruiser/photo-gallery.html"&gt;(Source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Next: &lt;a href="http://www.subaru.com/vehicles/forester/index.html"&gt;Subaru Forester&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.ed.edmunds-media.com/pictures/VEHICLE/2011/Subaru/2011.subaru.forester.20356392-E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://media.ed.edmunds-media.com/pictures/VEHICLE/2011/Subaru/2011.subaru.forester.20356392-E.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edmunds.com/subaru/forester/2011/quickquotes.html?zip=76201&amp;amp;"&gt;(Source) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Finally: &lt;a href="http://www.subaru.com/vehicles/outback/index.html"&gt;Subaru Outback&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.ed.edmunds-media.com/pictures/VEHICLE/2011/Subaru/2011.subaru.outback.20338383-E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://media.ed.edmunds-media.com/pictures/VEHICLE/2011/Subaru/2011.subaru.outback.20338383-E.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edmunds.com/subaru/outback/2011/quickquotes.html?zip=76201&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Several weeks ago: &lt;a href="http://www.hyundaiusa.com/tucson/"&gt;Hyundai Tucson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hyundaiusa.com/images/HyundaiUSA/Vehicles/Tucson/2010/gallery/big/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.hyundaiusa.com/images/HyundaiUSA/Vehicles/Tucson/2010/gallery/big/01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hyundaiusa.com/tucson/gallery.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Source)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;All of this test driving is in attempt to find an alternative to the &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-element.html"&gt;Element&lt;/a&gt;, since it has been &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad-news.html"&gt;discontinued&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I was holding out hope that the 2012 Elements would have the features I really want in a car like integrated bluetooth, an iPod connection that allows the music to be controlled through the car instead of the actual iPod, and controls on the steering wheel for both. &amp;nbsp;I realize those things seem rather frivolous, but I drive a lot! &amp;nbsp;My commute is long and boring. &amp;nbsp;It’s not really safe to look down at my iPod or my phone, so I rarely use either. &amp;nbsp;Now that I know how nice it is to have those things (the hubby’s car does all that and more), I sort of want them too. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, I know, that’s just wrong! &amp;nbsp;What can I say....I want some bells. &amp;nbsp;And maybe even a whistle or two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Does anyone have experience with any of those models above? &amp;nbsp;Or do you think I should just stick to the paid off (though very, very base model) Element? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-3643144650088865651?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3643144650088865651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/test-drive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3643144650088865651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3643144650088865651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/test-drive.html' title='Test Drive'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-3399178534766068739</id><published>2011-01-18T06:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T06:30:01.385-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disappointment'/><title type='text'>Not your grama's cookin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.0015223890939404239" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Spoiler Alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I made a brisket this week. &amp;nbsp;I’ll tell you the hows and such on Friday, as usual, but the brisket is sort of integral to what I’m about to say next, so sorry if I’ve sort of ruined the whole “reveal” on the Food in Review post. &amp;nbsp;I promise, there will be more than JUST brisket. &amp;nbsp;Especially after what I’m about to confess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So, I made my very first brisket! &amp;nbsp;I was so excited to be making it. &amp;nbsp;My grama is the queen extraordinaire of southern oven-baked briskets. &amp;nbsp;She’s always told me to look for one with lots of fat still on it and cook it low and slow. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’ve had this brisket in my freezer since the end of the farmer’s market, and it seemed a good week to work meals around a brisket. &amp;nbsp;I cooked it for hours at 225-250ish (my oven sucks at holding a steady temp), and my house smelled delicious. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;At dinner time, I started to “disassemble” my brisket. &amp;nbsp;Right off the bat, something was wrong. &amp;nbsp;My fat hadn’t really shrunk any. &amp;nbsp;Grama’s disintegrates upon a single touch. &amp;nbsp;My meat was hard to cut. &amp;nbsp;Her’s doesn’t require cutting. &amp;nbsp;It actually took SO LONG to cut it that the meat got cold and I had to reheat our dinner portions. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Horrible. &amp;nbsp;Tough. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dry. &amp;nbsp;Upon my first, &amp;nbsp;I dropped my silverware in my plate, threw my face in my hands, and had to start doing some seriously focused breathing to keep from bursting into tears. &amp;nbsp;Another mediocre, barely edible dinner. &amp;nbsp;WTF?! &amp;nbsp;Oh my grama would be horrified at this monstrosity of a brisket! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;We ate it. &amp;nbsp;The flavor was actually quite nice, just the texture and chew-ability was all wrong. &amp;nbsp;It wans’t what I’d expected at all. &amp;nbsp;I’ll be attempting to salvage it by turning it into chopped beef (with a backup plan in case the chopped beef idea is also a total failure). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I tell you all this to say.....bad meal happen. &amp;nbsp;Even to people who love to cook and cook often. &amp;nbsp;Just like the pancake debacle two Sundays ago (though I blame a bad recipe on that one). &amp;nbsp;My only saving grace is that idea that perhaps this brisket was a bad cut, but I got it from a good source. &amp;nbsp;So, I’m just going to take the hit on this one and call it a day. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I make things that don’t turn out. &amp;nbsp;That doesn’t mean I’m a bad cook and should never try again. &amp;nbsp;It probably also doesn’t mean that I need to fling flatware and cry, but hey....I’m only human. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Anyone got a kitchen disaster they’d like to share?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-3399178534766068739?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3399178534766068739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-your-gramas-cookin.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3399178534766068739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3399178534766068739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-your-gramas-cookin.html' title='Not your grama&apos;s cookin&apos;'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-4434941546136413698</id><published>2011-01-17T06:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:07:07.847-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Pancake redemption</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, my husband asked for pancakes.&amp;nbsp; I searched a couple of my favorite blogs, picked one, and made pancakes.&amp;nbsp; We had guests, so I made a LOT of pancakes.&amp;nbsp; Our guests arose, not realizing the time, and rushed out the door in order to make it home in time for prior obligations.&amp;nbsp; No worries, I don't mind re-toasting a pancake during the week.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I sat down to with our steamy, maple drizzled cakes and dug in.....and immediately threw the entire batch in the trash!&amp;nbsp; Worst pancake ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Sunday, I was determined to redeem myself in the pancake department.&amp;nbsp; I wanted them to be wheat and contain oatmeal.&amp;nbsp; After about an hour of searching (my hubby doesn't eat until he's been awake for quite some time), I found a recipe that I had all the ingredients for that looked very promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/breakfast/recipe-golden-oat-pancakes-022127"&gt;Golden Oat Pancakes&lt;/a&gt; from The Kitchn were very simple to make with simple ingredients.&amp;nbsp; I made two swaps: molasses for brown sugar and whole wheat flour for "flour" (it didn't specify). &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The batter got bubbly, just like it was supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTONswHlEqI/AAAAAAAADCg/nsDsBFmiy_U/s1600/DSC03345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTONswHlEqI/AAAAAAAADCg/nsDsBFmiy_U/s400/DSC03345.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cakes pumped and turned golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTONvxUOGfI/AAAAAAAADCk/Ri20sX-KSzw/s1600/DSC03347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTONvxUOGfI/AAAAAAAADCk/Ri20sX-KSzw/s400/DSC03347.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The texture of these simple, fluffy cakes were spot on.&amp;nbsp; Nice and tender.&amp;nbsp; My husband said they had an after taste, but I couldn't detect it.&amp;nbsp; I served mine with a slather of homemade PB and maple.&amp;nbsp; My hubby is a purist....just syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTONpr43GHI/AAAAAAAADCc/VbKgRJE1goM/s1600/DSC03351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTONpr43GHI/AAAAAAAADCc/VbKgRJE1goM/s400/DSC03351.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTONvxUOGfI/AAAAAAAADCk/Ri20sX-KSzw/s1600/DSC03347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pancake craving pulverized!&amp;nbsp; Huzzah!&amp;nbsp; Victory really does taste sweet....or maybe that was the maple syrup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-4434941546136413698?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4434941546136413698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/pancake-redemption.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4434941546136413698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4434941546136413698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/pancake-redemption.html' title='Pancake redemption'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTONswHlEqI/AAAAAAAADCg/nsDsBFmiy_U/s72-c/DSC03345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-3799466407904406931</id><published>2011-01-16T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T06:49:57.815-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Another party meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;My friends decided I needed to hold another Pampered Chef party, to which, I happily complied.&amp;nbsp; I love hosting parties.&amp;nbsp; To me, party = good food.&amp;nbsp; Right?&amp;nbsp; I get the chance to feed far more people than I usually get to.&amp;nbsp; Feeding people is a bit of a thrill for me.&amp;nbsp; Being that it was sooooo cold this week, I went with chili.&amp;nbsp; I know, right, I just had chili.&amp;nbsp; Exactly.&amp;nbsp; So I changed it up.&amp;nbsp; This is my first vegetarian chili! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTLljgV6bvI/AAAAAAAADCE/lWGEXrb_Ecs/s1600/DSC03314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTLljgV6bvI/AAAAAAAADCE/lWGEXrb_Ecs/s400/DSC03314.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I used a huge organic sweet potato, peeled and cubed, for the bulk of the chili.&amp;nbsp; I also added an entire onion, an organic zucchini a can of black beans, Muir Glen fire-roasted diced tomatoes (instead of the kidneys in the photo....seemed too beany), roasted pablanos, tomato sauce, and a chili kit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The onion was first up!&amp;nbsp; I let it sweat then added the sweet potatoes, tomato sauce, two cans of water, and all the seasonings from the kit.&amp;nbsp; As a note, next time I'll only use 3/4 of the chili powder.&amp;nbsp; It was a little overwhelming at first bite, but then it tasted perfect a couple bites in. Still, I wouldn't want anyone turning it away because of the strong chili bite at the beginning of the dish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that simmered away for 30 minutes, these bad boys were roasting away.&amp;nbsp; Look how black they get!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTLlmoCJnxI/AAAAAAAADCI/x95J7ouphOQ/s1600/DSC03315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTLlmoCJnxI/AAAAAAAADCI/x95J7ouphOQ/s320/DSC03315.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30 minutes, I mixed the masa with water and added all the other ingredients.&amp;nbsp; I let this simmer another half hour then put it away for serving at the party.&amp;nbsp; The chili had the change to chill in the fridge for a couple days.&amp;nbsp; I honestly feel that chili is best after a day or two, just like lasagna.&amp;nbsp; So, this was intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the party, I warmed in on the stove while I made &lt;a href="http://edibleperspective.com/2010/01/veggie-chili-cornbread/"&gt;this cornbread&lt;/a&gt;, only I made it in muffin form for easy serving so I nixed the melty butter step.&amp;nbsp; That seemed like too much work for each muffin cup!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I managed not to get one single photo of the finished goods, but let me just say that everyone gobbled it up and no one missed the meat.&amp;nbsp; The sweet potatoes melted upon contact with your tongue creating a creamy sweet pillow against the spice.&amp;nbsp; The combination is phenomenal!&amp;nbsp; I would make this again in a heartbeat and serve it to even the meatiest of eaters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part (other than it being ridiculously good)?&amp;nbsp; Feeding a crowd on just a few bucks!&amp;nbsp; The whole pot (and it was a huge pot, the net was probably 10-12 cups) was roughly $6....and I made the cornbread out of pantry staples.&amp;nbsp; Ah, how I love a well stocked pantry!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite crowd pleasing dish?!&amp;nbsp; Chili is always one of mine, but this was a nice twist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-3799466407904406931?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3799466407904406931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-party-meal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3799466407904406931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3799466407904406931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-party-meal.html' title='Another party meal'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TTLljgV6bvI/AAAAAAAADCE/lWGEXrb_Ecs/s72-c/DSC03314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-2325449446530389194</id><published>2011-01-15T06:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:30:02.352-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cathartic'/><title type='text'>Pet therapy</title><content type='html'>This week, I had to take a personal day.&amp;nbsp; The premise started out simply that the dog threw up really early in the morning.&amp;nbsp; So, after cleaning that, I was wide awake....and extremely sick to my stomach.&amp;nbsp; Whatever she got into made her smell like death!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, I didn't go back to sleep.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I went about the business of getting ready for work.&amp;nbsp; Then I realized that the dog wasn't quite right.&amp;nbsp; Usually, if she throws up, she's fine and dandy after.&amp;nbsp; Fresh as a daisy, as it were.&amp;nbsp; Not this time.&amp;nbsp; She was trying to snuggle me and whimpering....and gassing me out of the house!&amp;nbsp; Call me crazy - yes, I realize she's just a dog - but I couldn't go to work with her in that condition.&amp;nbsp; I would have worried about her vomitting in her crate all day long.&amp;nbsp; That's no way to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my boss is a dog owner and my work was all caught up.&amp;nbsp; I took a personal day to stay with the whimpering pup.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept in my lap all day long.&amp;nbsp; Literally, all day long.&amp;nbsp; There were a few times she went outside, but she'd come right back in, curl up in my lap, and fall asleep.&amp;nbsp; Somewhere around lunchtime, I realized that even though I stayed home for the dog, it was really me that needed the snuggling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a puppy all snuggled in my lap, warm and twitching in her sleep, was good for my soul.&amp;nbsp; During the periods that she'd go outside and play, I did some cleaning that was long overdue and made three different butters.&amp;nbsp; I fixed the photos for my blog during her naps.&amp;nbsp; All of this stuff was severely stressing me out.&amp;nbsp; I realize that sweeping, dusting, and nut butters shouldn't stress a person out, but it does.&amp;nbsp; Dirty houses stress me out.&amp;nbsp; Lingering, unfinished projects stress me out.&amp;nbsp; Feeling like I don't spend enough time focused on my family stresses me out.&amp;nbsp; Fixing some of those things felt cathartic.&amp;nbsp; And quite frankly, parts of my work stress me out, so NOT dealing with that was blissful too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hoped to end my cathartic day with some yoga, since I still have my 10 day pass, but the highway to the studio is closed!&amp;nbsp; Guess that's my cue that I'm just supposed to be in my home and with my family....no where else.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-2325449446530389194?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2325449446530389194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/pet-therapy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2325449446530389194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2325449446530389194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/pet-therapy.html' title='Pet therapy'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-2381025787694532270</id><published>2011-01-14T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T06:30:00.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Food in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.538562778414093" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You’d think from the fact that we got over 10” of snow last winter, that snow wouldn’t be quite the big deal when we get 3” the next year. &amp;nbsp;Not so! &amp;nbsp;I think it would have to get up to 10” regularly before we DFW area Texans stop marveling at this crazy thing called snow. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The snow set the pace for a the week, which is basically to say that it was colder than a witch’s, um, toe this week and required warm, comforting food! &amp;nbsp;Seriously, most nights were in the teens here. &amp;nbsp;That’s cold. &amp;nbsp;Period. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Sunday: &amp;nbsp;Well, I think we can all agree that chilly weather calls for......chili! &amp;nbsp;I realize this is FAR from original, and you’ve seen my chili before. &amp;nbsp;But wanted to show you what goes into my process. &amp;nbsp;I tend to let my chili cook for hours to get all the flavors nice and acquainted. &amp;nbsp;The other tidbit about this week is that all the dinners had to be really quick because I intended to do the 10 day unlimited yoga trial after work every day. &amp;nbsp;So, yes, our meals revolved around the chili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;First up, brown some meat (or don’t, vegetarian is good too.....I’m doing that soon). &amp;nbsp;This was the last pound of the ground beef I got from the farmers’ market. &amp;nbsp;Once it was browned, I drained the fat and added a diced onion to sweat until translucent. &amp;nbsp;The meat went back in, along with a can of tomato sauce, two cans of water and all the seasonings from the chili kit. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I own all of these spices. &amp;nbsp;But I love this kit and how it turns out, so I just buy the kit. &amp;nbsp;I only use half of the “red pepper”, as an FYI. &amp;nbsp;I love spice, but I also like to feel my tongue. &amp;nbsp;So, I guess technically, I make one alarm chili. &amp;nbsp;That simmers away for 30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BMaAINrI/AAAAAAAAC_s/VzGjhHltQ9g/s1600/DSC03281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BMaAINrI/AAAAAAAAC_s/VzGjhHltQ9g/s400/DSC03281.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Meanwhile, roast a couple pablanos. &amp;nbsp;You can either stick them under the broiler, turning until blackened, or stick them straight on an electric burner. &amp;nbsp;The result is extremely similar, except that I find the skin is easier to feel using the broiler method. &amp;nbsp;Once black, pop into a zip bag or a bowl sealed tightly with plastic wrap. &amp;nbsp;The key is just to allow the peppers to steam. &amp;nbsp;Again, this is helpful in removing the skin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BPu6Ce0I/AAAAAAAAC_w/Hp3B0gXUOyw/s1600/DSC03283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BPu6Ce0I/AAAAAAAAC_w/Hp3B0gXUOyw/s400/DSC03283.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Once 30 minutes are up, mix the masa from the kit (another reason I buy the kit) with water, pour it into the chili and allow to simmer for another 20 minutes. &amp;nbsp;At this point, add any fun stuff you want. &amp;nbsp;My typical chili gets the roasted pablanos (de-skinned, de-seeded, and chopped), a can of fire roasted diced tomatoes, and a drained can of dark red kidney beans. &amp;nbsp;Really though....the door is wide open to add whatever suits your palette! &amp;nbsp;Once I stir my add-ins thoroughly, I let it simmer till we’re ready to eat, however long that might be. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BjvF0w3I/AAAAAAAADAE/CRZSx5I9s3k/s1600/DSC03306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BjvF0w3I/AAAAAAAADAE/CRZSx5I9s3k/s400/DSC03306.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BV7QgZMI/AAAAAAAAC_4/9_etY-ocD3Q/s1600/DSC03312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Sunday’s dinner was a simple bowl of chili with a dollop of organic sour cream, grated sharp cheddar and multigrain tortilla chips on the side. &amp;nbsp;Perfection on a snowy night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Monday: &amp;nbsp;When there is a vat of chili in the fridge, chili dogs are irresistible! &amp;nbsp;Especially when I happen to know my husband loves them. &amp;nbsp;I used Applegate Farms organic uncured beef franks for our chili dogs. &amp;nbsp;These guys were out of this world good! &amp;nbsp;Seriously one of the most flavorful dogs I’ve ever eaten. &amp;nbsp;I didn’t feel like committing to an entire bag of buns, so I used my newest obsession under the dogs: sea salt ciabatta from the WF bakery. &amp;nbsp;(Go out and get this! &amp;nbsp;Put it in a breakfast casserole. &amp;nbsp;Thank me later.) &amp;nbsp;I was leery about the ciabatta, but it was a foolish worry! &amp;nbsp;It held up beautifully! &amp;nbsp;No sogginess. &amp;nbsp;No tearing. &amp;nbsp;Just thick, chewy bread in every bite. &amp;nbsp;I tried a little experiment and split a dog down the middle. &amp;nbsp;I’ll be doing the rest this way when I cook them. &amp;nbsp;Great for stability since we weren’t using traditional buns. &amp;nbsp;The ciabatta and wieners were doused in chili, onion, and cheese, of course. &amp;nbsp;More multigrain tortilla chips on the side. &amp;nbsp;Dinner was done in 15 minutes. &amp;nbsp;Gotta love that! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BV7QgZMI/AAAAAAAAC_4/9_etY-ocD3Q/s1600/DSC03312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BV7QgZMI/AAAAAAAAC_4/9_etY-ocD3Q/s400/DSC03312.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Tuesday: &amp;nbsp;Another quick and easy pleaser: chili topped taters. &amp;nbsp;I “baked” the russets in the microwave, split them, filled them with chili cheese, and sour cream. &amp;nbsp;Dinner. &amp;nbsp;Done. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BYjp9QuI/AAAAAAAAC_8/LlJT6omQBa0/s1600/DSC03316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BYjp9QuI/AAAAAAAAC_8/LlJT6omQBa0/s400/DSC03316.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Wednesday: &amp;nbsp;I had another chili recipe planned out, but lacked the cheese to bring it to fruition. &amp;nbsp;So, I changed the focus from chili to chowder. &amp;nbsp;I had a box of Pacific Natural Foods rosemary potato chowder, and I wanted to make it into dinner for two. &amp;nbsp;So, I diced up a russet and a half (left over from the Tuesday.....I bought extras). &amp;nbsp;I added a pat of organic butter and some olive oil to my pan with a little diced onion (left over from the chili dogs) and the diced potatoes. &amp;nbsp;They sauteed until the potatoes were just a starting to get color and the onion was soft. &amp;nbsp;Then I got a little weird, with the husband’s blessing. &amp;nbsp;I split two of the Applegate Farms beef dogs down the middle, sliced them thin, and added them to the potatoes. &amp;nbsp;In went the box of chowder and some veggie stock to thin it out. &amp;nbsp;It simmered, covered for about 15 minutes while more sea salt ciabatta reheated at 350 in the oven. &amp;nbsp;The resulting chowder was extra thick, warm, and utterly DE-licious! &amp;nbsp;I know the hot dogs are probably a little ghetto, but they worked. &amp;nbsp;Oh man did they work. &amp;nbsp;These might be the best dogs I’ve ever eaten. &amp;nbsp;The texture is strictly hot dog , but the flavor is far more like kielbasa or smoked sausage: hearty and noticeable. &amp;nbsp;And I’ll hand it to the Pacific soups. &amp;nbsp;So far, I’ve had two and both have been rich, thick, and full of flavor with excellent ingredients lists. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BbtIGaHI/AAAAAAAADAA/r8H4rLL-Lnc/s1600/DSC03334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BbtIGaHI/AAAAAAAADAA/r8H4rLL-Lnc/s400/DSC03334.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Thursday: &amp;nbsp;Hot dog alert! &amp;nbsp;Yeah, two days in a row. &amp;nbsp;I know. &amp;nbsp;Nothing right about me. And on nachos. &amp;nbsp;Really? &amp;nbsp;Yeah, I went there. &amp;nbsp;The package says to use them within 4 days of opening. &amp;nbsp;I got a little creative. &amp;nbsp;Sue me.&amp;nbsp; Okay, well, the husband was quite fond.&amp;nbsp; I found it meh....I wouldn't recommend it, personally.&amp;nbsp; But that's really the great part of cooking: you get to try it and see for yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BJDIhkhI/AAAAAAAAC_o/pUOScgOLO-Q/s1600/DSC03344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BJDIhkhI/AAAAAAAAC_o/pUOScgOLO-Q/s400/DSC03344.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And some Riley for the road....thought she's bounced between sweet, sickly pup to hellhound this week!&amp;nbsp; Lord give me strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_DNYZdW3I/AAAAAAAADAI/geXYqmOeY60/s1600/DSC03271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_DNYZdW3I/AAAAAAAADAI/geXYqmOeY60/s400/DSC03271.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-2381025787694532270?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2381025787694532270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-in-review_14.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2381025787694532270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2381025787694532270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-in-review_14.html' title='Food in Review'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS_BMaAINrI/AAAAAAAAC_s/VzGjhHltQ9g/s72-c/DSC03281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-5252804915572944176</id><published>2011-01-13T06:30:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T06:30:01.089-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Lesson learned</title><content type='html'>Roughly four hours were spent correcting my stupidity in order for me to continue posting photos on my blog.&amp;nbsp; Basically, I didn't realize that my camera took HUGE, MASSIVE photos.&amp;nbsp; I'd naively been pulling photos off of the camera and posting them directly onto the blog.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday, Blogger let me know that I had no more space available for photos.&amp;nbsp; It did not take my husband long to figure out what I'd done wrong.&amp;nbsp; (Whaaa, whaaa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say that all of the photos have been resized, and I have lots of space left. As a matter of fact, I went from 99.9% full to 10.29%.&amp;nbsp; Huzzah!&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I know, I'm a dunce.&amp;nbsp; That's something I really should have known.&amp;nbsp; Lesson learned, right??&amp;nbsp; Another thing I learned, Picasa's editor Picnik is really cool.&amp;nbsp; I find photo editors too complex, mostly because I haven't taken the time to learn how each function works.&amp;nbsp; So, until I get more serious and take a class, I think I'll definitely be putting Picnik to use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I wanted to share a delicious and embarrassingly simple lunch.&amp;nbsp; I made this for us on Sunday with the snow falling, and I am so pleased with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS3mJnacNGI/AAAAAAAAC-8/_jY8CAJ1-NU/s1600/DSC03276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS3mJnacNGI/AAAAAAAAC-8/_jY8CAJ1-NU/s400/DSC03276.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd picked up this box of Annie's mac and cheese on a whim when I saw it on sale.&amp;nbsp; It's been in the pantry for weeks.&amp;nbsp; I'd forgotten about it until I reorganized the pantry and discovered it.&amp;nbsp; I prefer to make my own cheese sauce, but sometimes you just want easy, right?&amp;nbsp; I was intrigued by the fact that Annie's was at least healthier than the usual box of mac.&amp;nbsp; This was the &lt;a href="http://www.annies.com/organicmacandcheese#jump69"&gt;organic 5-grain elbows and white chedda&lt;/a&gt;r, and according to their &lt;a href="http://www.annies.com/uploads/4ca6507af0a4d.png"&gt;nutritionals&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp; there are 10 grams of protein and 3 grams of fiber!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS3mX8BZNTI/AAAAAAAAC_A/5KpS8eyKbwo/s1600/DSC03277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS3mX8BZNTI/AAAAAAAAC_A/5KpS8eyKbwo/s400/DSC03277.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked it according to box directions, added a pack of &lt;a href="http://www.starkist.com/product/tuna-creations-hickory-smoked"&gt;Starkist smoked tuna&lt;/a&gt;, a bunch of frozen peas, and a handful of parm.&amp;nbsp; This was a seriously delicious and filling lunch, done in 10 minutes!&amp;nbsp; I'm good with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS3mbMMWypI/AAAAAAAAC_E/UaZ5MF2POoc/s1600/DSC03278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS3mbMMWypI/AAAAAAAAC_E/UaZ5MF2POoc/s400/DSC03278.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-5252804915572944176?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5252804915572944176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/lesson-learned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5252804915572944176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5252804915572944176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson learned'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS3mJnacNGI/AAAAAAAAC-8/_jY8CAJ1-NU/s72-c/DSC03276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-195034158244168654</id><published>2011-01-12T06:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T06:30:01.525-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Granola Bars - Attempt #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.21862012565027622" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So, my lovely husband is working on something for me, and it seems it’s not a moment too soon! &amp;nbsp;There’s going to be some, how shall I put this, redecorating around here! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I was given quite a scare yesterday when Blogger informed me that I was completely out of room for any more photos. &amp;nbsp;Can you imagine?! &amp;nbsp;No more photos of drool-worthy dinners? &amp;nbsp;Or, heaven forbid, no more photos of Riley!! &amp;nbsp;The horror. &amp;nbsp;(Okay, so maybe some of you would be totally okay with these changes, but I am not.) &amp;nbsp;So, he’s helping me fix it and helping me be a more savvy blogger. &amp;nbsp;Lord knows, I only know enough to be dangerous when it comes to computers and the internets! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;In the interest of conservation while the hubs is fixing my mess (sorry baby!), I’ll leave you with an entry a little light on photos but big on taste. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I made &lt;a href="http://www.fannetasticfood.com/recipes/no-bake-peanut-butter-granola-bars/"&gt;Anne’s 5-minute granola bars&lt;/a&gt; this weekend. &amp;nbsp;I made a couple substitutions. &amp;nbsp;I left out the coconut and added an extra ¼ seeds. &amp;nbsp;So, I had a cup of seeds total that included almonds, peanuts, sunflower seeds, pepitas, and the dregs of a bag of chias. &amp;nbsp;The other substitution? &amp;nbsp;Dark Chocolate PB. &amp;nbsp;And let me tell you.....heaven doesn’t even begin to describe it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS0I51dw_nI/AAAAAAAACGk/Eh_Tb_ah0e0/s1600/DSC03303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS0I51dw_nI/AAAAAAAACGk/Eh_Tb_ah0e0/s400/DSC03303.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I cannot wait to make this again....but with the my hubby in mind! &amp;nbsp;I’m going to try to mimic the flavors in one of his favorite cookies! &amp;nbsp;Wish me luck.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-195034158244168654?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/195034158244168654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/granola-bars-attempt-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/195034158244168654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/195034158244168654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/granola-bars-attempt-7.html' title='Granola Bars - Attempt #7'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TS0I51dw_nI/AAAAAAAACGk/Eh_Tb_ah0e0/s72-c/DSC03303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-8879458439374721044</id><published>2011-01-11T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T06:30:01.069-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Puddin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/05/complete-charmer.html"&gt;My&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/05/photos-promised-photos-delivered.html"&gt;uncle&lt;/a&gt; calls me that to this day!&amp;nbsp; Even at 32!&amp;nbsp; Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is worth calling Puddin'.&amp;nbsp; I drooled over &lt;a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/2010/11/27/just-desserts/"&gt;Mama Pea's bread pudding&lt;/a&gt; for far too long.&amp;nbsp; I love bread pudding.&amp;nbsp; I order it at restaurants.&amp;nbsp; Yet I've never made the stuff!&amp;nbsp; It was time I finally did something about it.&amp;nbsp; With huge snow flakes fluttering to the ground, it seemed like a good day to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you recall from my pantry photos, there was a panettone in there (hiding on the bottom shelf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSvD_pJ-N-I/AAAAAAAACFY/jbnqGeUho5o/s1600/DSC03167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSvD_pJ-N-I/AAAAAAAACFY/jbnqGeUho5o/s400/DSC03167.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not my favorite kind.&amp;nbsp; I like the fruited pannettone far better than the chocolate one.&amp;nbsp; My mother-in-law had three at Christmas: two chocolate and one fruited.&amp;nbsp; She and I agree on the fruit and we pretty much ate the entire thing throughout Christmas day and into the next morning.&amp;nbsp; Panettone, for those that might not know, is the eggy, doughy, orangy stuff that sweet dreams are made of.&amp;nbsp; It's a traditional Italian Christmas bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSvJCL5Y1RI/AAAAAAAACGE/4auDYJehS1Y/s1600/DSC03245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSvJCL5Y1RI/AAAAAAAACGE/4auDYJehS1Y/s400/DSC03245.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to make a bread pudding out of panettone.&amp;nbsp; Fantastic recipe + panettone just begging to be eaten before it goes bad = MUST DO, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed &lt;a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/2010/11/27/just-desserts/"&gt;Mama Pea's recipe&lt;/a&gt;, nearly to a tee.&amp;nbsp; The only exception is that I used a loaf of panettone and subbed ground ginger and ground allspice for the cinnamon.&amp;nbsp; My hubby does not eat cinnamon.&amp;nbsp; No biggie.&amp;nbsp; It was great with the other "pumpkin spices".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sauce, I subbed a tablespoon of maple for the whiskey....simply because I didn't have any whiskey.&amp;nbsp; It would have been better with the booze, but I think the maple was a good choice.&amp;nbsp; Maple, pumpkin, spices....that's a good combo in my book.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSvJKuFJbWI/AAAAAAAACGI/1_0yuzznxXU/s1600/DSC03309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSvJKuFJbWI/AAAAAAAACGI/1_0yuzznxXU/s400/DSC03309.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top was crisp.&amp;nbsp; The inside was creamy and chewy.&amp;nbsp; The sauce was sweet but not overwhelming.&amp;nbsp; Awesome, lovely bread puddin' bliss.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-8879458439374721044?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8879458439374721044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/puddin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8879458439374721044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8879458439374721044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/puddin.html' title='Puddin&apos;'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSvD_pJ-N-I/AAAAAAAACFY/jbnqGeUho5o/s72-c/DSC03167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-708229813987664531</id><published>2011-01-10T06:30:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T06:30:01.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuzz Babies'/><title type='text'>Riley's first snow</title><content type='html'>I'm a little embarrassed to say exactly how much time I spent yesterday watching this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSpsFnF4UMI/AAAAAAAACE0/32InnOTTZuc/s1600/DSC03259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSpsFnF4UMI/AAAAAAAACE0/32InnOTTZuc/s400/DSC03259.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSpsLbbXXdI/AAAAAAAACE4/ObNVEYdlg9c/s1600/DSC03261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSpsLbbXXdI/AAAAAAAACE4/ObNVEYdlg9c/s400/DSC03261.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSpsR5vpyGI/AAAAAAAACE8/SscdPPT9qtI/s1600/DSC03262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSpsvJRK-XI/AAAAAAAACFQ/R19HvRgE84Q/s400/DSC03292.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSps1c9dHkI/AAAAAAAACFU/aU2zzrS6s6k/s1600/DSC03298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSps1c9dHkI/AAAAAAAACFU/aU2zzrS6s6k/s400/DSC03298.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow fell in thick, fluffy flurries.&amp;nbsp; And when it was done, this beautiful sunshine came out and glistened on all the fallen snow....and my romping puppy.&amp;nbsp; It was a perfect day.&amp;nbsp; I watched the snow fall from my kitchen window while I cooked and took trips outside to giggle at Riley's funny "snow run".&amp;nbsp; There are bars, pudding, and a stupidly simple and delicious lunch to share, but this was a much better way to start the week, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's also this.....enjoy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/tvUxox4xQB8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tvUxox4xQB8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tvUxox4xQB8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-708229813987664531?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/708229813987664531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/rileys-first-snow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/708229813987664531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/708229813987664531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/rileys-first-snow.html' title='Riley&apos;s first snow'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSpsFnF4UMI/AAAAAAAACE0/32InnOTTZuc/s72-c/DSC03259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-2956304723948174850</id><published>2011-01-09T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T08:10:12.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New yogini in town?</title><content type='html'>So, I finally managed to &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-resolution-but-mantra.html"&gt;face a fear&lt;/a&gt;, after a little &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-quite-as-planned.html"&gt;trial and error&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; On Thursday night, I took my very first yoga class in a real studio!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The studio is lovely with cornflower blue and dark chocolate walls.&amp;nbsp; Three lovely velvet flower chandeliers hang from the ceiling over the practice area.&amp;nbsp; Quirky signs fostering the idea that friends and smiles are all over the walls. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The Hairdresser and I took the Yoga Basics class.&amp;nbsp; Turns out I knew every pose from my Biggest Loser Yoga DVD, but I had no idea if I was doing any of them correctly.&amp;nbsp; During the second downward dog, I realized that I'd forgotten how challenging yoga is!&amp;nbsp; We crackled and popped over in the corner together, but we made it through the entire class and felt so good afterward!&amp;nbsp; It was the most loose I felt in a very long time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back for a "Yoga for Awareness" class at 9am on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; This one was far more sitting and breathing, but I can honestly say that I have never breathed that way.&amp;nbsp; It was odd.&amp;nbsp; I didn't dislike it, but I am not sure how much I enjoyed it either.&amp;nbsp; What I did like was the philosophy the instructor was telling us while we practiced our breathing.&amp;nbsp; Very insightful.&amp;nbsp; "The most important thing is to be a good and kind person"&amp;nbsp; He said it about five times throughout the hour.&amp;nbsp; I liked that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've already said, group exercise intimidates the heck out of me!&amp;nbsp; But both instructors were very open to helping beginners.&amp;nbsp; Both adjusted my positions without being demeaning.&amp;nbsp; Instead, it was actually quite the opposite.&amp;nbsp; It was more of "excellent position, but if you just correct your hip position a tiny bit" and WOW did that half an inch make a difference.&amp;nbsp; The second instructor actually called me a natural yogini.&amp;nbsp; I think that's a compliment, yes?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in case you're curious, the studio is called &lt;a href="http://www.blueanjou.com/"&gt;Blue Anjou&lt;/a&gt; in Lewisville, TX.&amp;nbsp; They offer a promotion to any new students for unlimited yoga for 10 days for $10.&amp;nbsp; That is unbeatable!&amp;nbsp; I intend to go to as many classes as I can in the next 10 days.&amp;nbsp; I intended to go to one this morning, but my shoulders cannot handle it.&amp;nbsp; They are unbearably sore this morning.&amp;nbsp; Again, I forgot that yoga is challenging!&amp;nbsp; I'll definitely be there Monday evening for a Hatha class though!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts on types of yoga?&amp;nbsp; I really don't know my hatha from my asana!&amp;nbsp; I cannot wait to tell you more as I discover it myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-2956304723948174850?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2956304723948174850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-yogini-in-town.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2956304723948174850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2956304723948174850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-yogini-in-town.html' title='New yogini in town?'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-4931921124759192430</id><published>2011-01-08T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:51:29.026-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Food in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.09097745866793039" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;As much as I love the holidays (and the long weekend that come with them!), I am so glad to be back in control of our meals. &amp;nbsp;That being said, I went a little “easy” this week because getting back into the swing of making all the meals and lunches again isn’t always glitch-free. &amp;nbsp;This turned out to be an excellent strategy because Riley really had a hard time getting back to the normal schedule of no one at home and her in a crate all day. &amp;nbsp;She’s been a heathen this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Saturday: Yes, I follow superstition and eat “new years luck” foods. &amp;nbsp;I made a pot of Bob’s Red Mill Bountiful Black beans with corny cornbread on the side for lunch. &amp;nbsp;There’s black-eyed peas in the bean mix. &amp;nbsp;Black-eyed peas are essential on new years day. &amp;nbsp;So is cabbage. &amp;nbsp;Ours came at dinner in the form of sauerkraut served with beer brats and oven-fried okra. &amp;nbsp;Delightful! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShn1IjYrNI/AAAAAAAACEM/_uWboQt8rNs/s1600/DSC03172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShn1IjYrNI/AAAAAAAACEM/_uWboQt8rNs/s400/DSC03172.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Sunday: &amp;nbsp;I wanted something we could feast on several times, and lasagna came to mind. &amp;nbsp;I made my own sauce out of a 15 oz. can of Muir Glen organic fire roasted crushed tomatoes, a 15 oz. can of Private Selection organic tomato sauce, a can of Private Selection organic tomato paste, sauteed onion, garlic, s&amp;amp;p, dried oregano, red pepper flake and several cans of water (using the tomato-y cans to get every last bit!). &amp;nbsp;It simmered for at least two-three hours until I was ready to make the lasagna. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShlhc5r6sI/AAAAAAAACD4/bcvwAHZykNo/s1600/DSC03183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShlhc5r6sI/AAAAAAAACD4/bcvwAHZykNo/s400/DSC03183.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShmPpUsd9I/AAAAAAAACD8/8lsRrA0Uxes/s1600/DSC03184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Right before assembly, I browned a pound of lean ground grass-fed beef (still from the stock from the last farmers market) and created the cheese mixture in my food processor. &amp;nbsp;The filling consisted of an entire 16 oz. container of part-skim ricotta, ¾ of a bag of shredded mozzarella, a handful of parm (yes, I deem that a technical measurement!), a clove of garlic, an egg, and a handful of cilantro. &amp;nbsp;Okay, I know cilantro is NOT parsley and you should use parsley in this dish. &amp;nbsp;But I like cilantro better, and it didn’t taste the least bit odd. &amp;nbsp;Also, a trick for getting the clove of garlic all chopped up nicely in a food processor is to drop a skinned clove through the shoot at the top with the processor running. &amp;nbsp;So, that was actually the first ingredient in the kitty. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShmPpUsd9I/AAAAAAAACD8/8lsRrA0Uxes/s1600/DSC03184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShmPpUsd9I/AAAAAAAACD8/8lsRrA0Uxes/s400/DSC03184.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Okay, after all that, it’s time to assemble the lasagna. &amp;nbsp;(You can see why I make this on the weekend, right? &amp;nbsp;So many steps! &amp;nbsp;So much waiting!) &amp;nbsp;Start with a layer of sauce in the bottom of a rectangular casserole dish. &amp;nbsp;Lay out three lasagna noodles. &amp;nbsp;That’s right....raw straight out of the box. &amp;nbsp;I do not pre-cook my noodles. &amp;nbsp;They cook in the sauce. &amp;nbsp;Next dollop cheese all down each noodle. &amp;nbsp;I usually just drop about four little mounds per noodle. &amp;nbsp;You can try to spread it out, but it’s sort of a futile mission, especially in the higher levels. I promise, the cheese will spread out on it’s own. &amp;nbsp;Next, sprinkle the ground beef around then top, evenly but thinly, in sauce. &amp;nbsp;Repeat, starting with the three noodles until you’ve run out of ingredients or reached the capacity of your casserole’s sides.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShmsaoAGDI/AAAAAAAACEA/2gryNU7EiFk/s1600/DSC03186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShmsaoAGDI/AAAAAAAACEA/2gryNU7EiFk/s400/DSC03186.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I try to make sure I reach both limits at the same time....meaning that last layer might have extra cheese because I’m not about to throw out any cheesy goodness. &amp;nbsp;End the process with three more noodles, sauce and the remaining ¼ of a bag of mozzarella and another handful of parm. &amp;nbsp;I also grind some Italian spices on top (one of those grinder mixes from McCormick) to be pretty, but I’m not sure it actually adds flavor. &amp;nbsp;Take a second to gauge your sauce level. &amp;nbsp;The sauce around the noodles should come up the side of the casserole at least halfway. &amp;nbsp;Remember, we’re cooking our pasta in there! &amp;nbsp;That requires moisture. &amp;nbsp;Mine was a tad lacking so I put a half cup of water around the edge of the casserole. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cover the casserole with tin foil coated in non-stick spray (this will keep that finishing layer of cheese on the casserole and off the foil) and bake at 350 until bubbly and the noodles are done. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShmvlVJH2I/AAAAAAAACEE/sJY3kaB6FKY/s1600/DSC03187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShmvlVJH2I/AAAAAAAACEE/sJY3kaB6FKY/s400/DSC03187.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;It took mine an hour and a half. &amp;nbsp;Then let it sit at least 15 minutes. &amp;nbsp;Else you’ll have a huge runny mess on your hands and inedible left overs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShnb_1Jr7I/AAAAAAAACEI/yW-Kw1aNya4/s1600/DSC03189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShnb_1Jr7I/AAAAAAAACEI/yW-Kw1aNya4/s400/DSC03189.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Serve with a salad and extra sauce....because you can. &amp;nbsp;That’s why. &amp;nbsp;This lasagna was amazing. &amp;nbsp;I haven’t made a lasagna in over a year (don’t really know why other than it’s time intensive), and I was nervous as can be that it wouldn’t turn out right. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully, it did. &amp;nbsp;And we ate it Tuesday night and Thursday night as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Monday: I had left over brats. &amp;nbsp;I had cabbage because when you can get a whole head of cabbage for $.21, it’s foolish not to. &amp;nbsp;Then I had some other random odds and ends in the fridge. &amp;nbsp;In true kitchen sink fashion, I decided to make an bastardized version of colcannon, which is an Irish left over dish. &amp;nbsp;Now, don’t go all Flogging Molly on me. &amp;nbsp;I am totally aware that what I made is NOT colcannon. &amp;nbsp;But that was the inspiration, nonetheless. &amp;nbsp;I cubed up two random yukon golds from the veggie drawer and allowed them to simmer in the little water until the moisture was gone and they were close to fork-tender. &amp;nbsp;Then I added and entire thinly sliced onion (from the food processor....my slices are NEVER that even). &amp;nbsp;One the onion and potato were both soft and a little caramelized, I took them out and added half a head of shredded cabbage with some olive oil. &amp;nbsp;I allowed that to get soft and lovely then added it to the onion and potato on reserve. &amp;nbsp;More olive oil went into the pan along with two sliced brats. &amp;nbsp;Once the brats were browned, I made a quick sauce of dijon mustard, a splash of apple cider vinegar and veggie stock. &amp;nbsp;Once combined, everything went back into the pan to get evenly coated. &amp;nbsp;I had no clue if this would be good, but I had a pan of lasagna in the fridge as a safety net. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully, this required no such saving. &amp;nbsp;It was delightfully different. &amp;nbsp;I love cabbage, so I might be biased. &amp;nbsp;I “mmmm”ed my way through the whole bowl. &amp;nbsp;I’d totally do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShoUCUw7UI/AAAAAAAACEQ/4C5OqWdusbc/s1600/DSC03202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShoUCUw7UI/AAAAAAAACEQ/4C5OqWdusbc/s400/DSC03202.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Wednedsay: When I asked for inspiration for dinners for the week, the husband said pizza. &amp;nbsp;And I have the fancy new stand mixer. &amp;nbsp;So, yeah, I had to make real, yeasty pizza dough! &amp;nbsp;This is a first! &amp;nbsp;I’ve made non-yeasted pizza dough. &amp;nbsp;I’m made other things with yeast. &amp;nbsp;I’ve bought real pizza dough. &amp;nbsp;I’ve never made it. &amp;nbsp;I found a recipe that I really like the looks of on &lt;a href="http://vegweb.com/index.php?topic=5883.0"&gt;VegWeb&lt;/a&gt; and made it Tuesday night when we had leftover lasagna. &amp;nbsp;I don’t know about you, but I don’t have an hour and a half during my designated dinner prep time to wait for dough to rise? &amp;nbsp;If you do, I’d like to trade schedules with you, please. &amp;nbsp;The dough came together beautifully within about 15 minutes then rose on the stove (turned on just enough to make a warm spot in the house) for the full hour and a half. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSho16Jh7ZI/AAAAAAAACEU/u6gN7gcgma4/s1600/DSC03214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSho16Jh7ZI/AAAAAAAACEU/u6gN7gcgma4/s400/DSC03214.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSho5GClkcI/AAAAAAAACEY/hTDSptWPH0c/s1600/DSC03215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSho5GClkcI/AAAAAAAACEY/hTDSptWPH0c/s400/DSC03215.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSho8gXJ_SI/AAAAAAAACEc/tNOczzwRz88/s1600/DSC03220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSho8gXJ_SI/AAAAAAAACEc/tNOczzwRz88/s400/DSC03220.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I wrapped that bad boy in saran and popped it in the fridge for the next day’s dinner. &amp;nbsp;I woke up Wednesday to find that the dough had busted out of it’s saran wrap encasement. &amp;nbsp;No big deal. &amp;nbsp;I just re-wrapped it and moved on. &amp;nbsp;Wednesday night, I grated some cheddar, sliced some onion, pulled out a container of BBQ sauce (Stubb’s Spicy is SO good), and took some help from Dickie’s BBQ in the form of pre-cooked pulled pork. &amp;nbsp;I set the oven to 375 with my Pampered Chef stoneware bar pan heating up inside while I rolled out the dough. &amp;nbsp;Once I was happy with the thickness, I pulled the hot bar pan out of the oven and assembled the pizza. &amp;nbsp;Fifteen minutes later the dough was puffy and lightly golden, the cheese gooey, and the smell in my house out of this world. &amp;nbsp;My husband was so happy with this dish. &amp;nbsp;And that makes me one happy girl. &amp;nbsp;I’ll definitely be doing this again....but doubling the batch so I can freeze a doughball for quick use! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShpUBvZYnI/AAAAAAAACEg/n10Wya8sfLo/s1600/DSC03223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShpUBvZYnI/AAAAAAAACEg/n10Wya8sfLo/s400/DSC03223.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShpXy5spZI/AAAAAAAACEk/s2rooR1QXP8/s1600/DSC03224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShpXy5spZI/AAAAAAAACEk/s2rooR1QXP8/s400/DSC03224.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShpbX7qsAI/AAAAAAAACEo/JDqFVTtWyLk/s1600/DSC03226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShpbX7qsAI/AAAAAAAACEo/JDqFVTtWyLk/s400/DSC03226.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Friday:&amp;nbsp; Seeing &lt;a href="http://www.dailygarnish.com/2010/12/healthy-un-fried-rice-recipe.html"&gt;Emily's fried rice&lt;/a&gt; made me what to make some.&amp;nbsp; I did my own thing, because it's not my first fried rice party....and I wanted to use the stuff I had in the fridge.&amp;nbsp; So, my fried rice had a small block of sprouted tofu (cooked a la &lt;a href="http://www.dailygarnish.com/2010/01/how-to-a-tofu-tutorial.html"&gt;Emily's tutorial&lt;/a&gt;), brown rice, cabbage, carrots, peas, onion, and scrambled eggs.&amp;nbsp; I seasoned it with soy, sesame oil, srirasha, and a tiny bit of ground ginger. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShqSp8d8bI/AAAAAAAACEs/h5l-HTpzCKU/s1600/DSC03243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShqSp8d8bI/AAAAAAAACEs/h5l-HTpzCKU/s400/DSC03243.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;As I said, Riley’s been a bit of a beast this week, but she always realizes when she’s been too bad too often. &amp;nbsp;That’s when she turns into a sweet little bundle of face licks that wants nothing more than to sit in your lap and make you feel like the only person in the world that matters.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShq05jISeI/AAAAAAAACEw/UkurQhKVBGM/s1600/DSC03221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShq05jISeI/AAAAAAAACEw/UkurQhKVBGM/s400/DSC03221.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Have a great weekend y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-4931921124759192430?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4931921124759192430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-in-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4931921124759192430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4931921124759192430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/food-in-review.html' title='Food in Review'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TShn1IjYrNI/AAAAAAAACEM/_uWboQt8rNs/s72-c/DSC03172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-7462105314139491702</id><published>2011-01-07T06:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T06:31:17.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>My first blogger goodie swap!</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is exciting to me.&amp;nbsp; Very!&amp;nbsp; I mean, I'm the kind that jumps up and down when someone I follow comments....or heck reads the blog but doesn't comment.&amp;nbsp; I realize I've been doing this for over a year, but the excitement simply has not worn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just retrieved a package from the porch, and I cannot wait to share it!&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, the usual food in review post will be up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaGGzv7o6I/AAAAAAAACDc/hTAEr-nymNc/s1600/DSC03231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaGGzv7o6I/AAAAAAAACDc/hTAEr-nymNc/s400/DSC03231.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaGKVQc8jI/AAAAAAAACDg/y4dKZOMa1oo/s1600/DSC03233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaGKVQc8jI/AAAAAAAACDg/y4dKZOMa1oo/s400/DSC03233.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been exchanging comments and emails with Christin at &lt;a href="http://purplebirdblog.wordpress.com/"&gt;Purple Bird Blog&lt;/a&gt;, which has been totally awesome.&amp;nbsp; I made a comment about not understanding the hype (and therefore being too cheap to buy) &lt;a href="http://purplebirdblog.wordpress.com/2010/12/22/barney-butternut-bean-bliss/"&gt;Barney Butter&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She generously offered to send me some sample packs.&amp;nbsp; That blew me away.&amp;nbsp; So, I offered up some granola (since it's probably the most creative thing I do).&amp;nbsp; She went for it, and I started scheming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The package I received was WAY cooler than the one I sent.&amp;nbsp; My package had Zbars, barney butter, homemade &lt;a href="http://purplebirdblog.wordpress.com/2011/01/01/dough-balls-by-accident/"&gt;accidental dough balls&lt;/a&gt;, 18 Rabbits granola, and a gorgeous scarf!&amp;nbsp; I immediately ate a dough ball.&amp;nbsp; My husband immediately ate a Zbar.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; The dough balls were coco-tastic!&amp;nbsp; I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaGjrW11oI/AAAAAAAACDk/K5-ix1B0Cw4/s1600/DSC03237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaGjrW11oI/AAAAAAAACDk/K5-ix1B0Cw4/s400/DSC03237.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaGm7darKI/AAAAAAAACDo/HAtDUGwFpDM/s1600/DSC03235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaGm7darKI/AAAAAAAACDo/HAtDUGwFpDM/s400/DSC03235.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaGqF1U-eI/AAAAAAAACDs/xAQLrnymHI8/s1600/DSC03236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaGqF1U-eI/AAAAAAAACDs/xAQLrnymHI8/s400/DSC03236.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at this gorgeous scarf!&amp;nbsp; I love the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaG8jEI74I/AAAAAAAACDw/AVAvDWwuV5A/s1600/DSC03232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaG8jEI74I/AAAAAAAACDw/AVAvDWwuV5A/s400/DSC03232.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaG_9zdFAI/AAAAAAAACD0/aJQmHfgKqeU/s1600/DSC03238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaG_9zdFAI/AAAAAAAACD0/aJQmHfgKqeU/s400/DSC03238.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really go with the workout gear, but I think you get the idea. I dove into a Zbar after working out.&amp;nbsp; I love the chewiness.&amp;nbsp; And the Barney Butter.&amp;nbsp; That stuff is velvet.&amp;nbsp; It made a river through my oats this morning.&amp;nbsp; I'd use it as an ice cream sauce, not as nut butter.&amp;nbsp; Ooohhh, or on noodles in place of my usual peanut sauce.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, one pack is definitely getting saved for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Christin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-7462105314139491702?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7462105314139491702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-blogger-goodie-swap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/7462105314139491702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/7462105314139491702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-blogger-goodie-swap.html' title='My first blogger goodie swap!'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSaGGzv7o6I/AAAAAAAACDc/hTAEr-nymNc/s72-c/DSC03231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-1378602602357422612</id><published>2011-01-06T06:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T06:30:00.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite as planned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.7316234655446348" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I had big plans to attack life using my mantra this week! &amp;nbsp;I don’t know about you all, but when I set a goal or find a new outlook, I tend to go for it with gusto right at the beginning. &amp;nbsp;So, I had “scary” on the brain. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I made three attempts at things that scare me for vastly different reasons, and the universe just doesn’t seem to be cooperating. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Attempt #1: I’ve been putting more and more thought into a graduate degree. &amp;nbsp;This is scary because of the expense and the amount of time it would take. &amp;nbsp;It’s a serious endeavor that I cannot enter into lightly. &amp;nbsp;This isn’t the same as going back to school to finish my bachelors like I did in 2006. &amp;nbsp;Then I was single, freshly divorced, and didn’t have anyone but the cats depending on me. &amp;nbsp;I wasn’t putting anyone else through hell but myself! &amp;nbsp;The financial risk of all the government loans I was taking on way mine alone. &amp;nbsp;No one else was affected if I stayed up till 1am finishing a project. &amp;nbsp;Just me. &amp;nbsp;Because believe me, the cats went to bed without me! &amp;nbsp;Or on whatever book I was trying to use at the time, like cats do. &amp;nbsp;Now, I have the husband. &amp;nbsp;We have a big house to keep clean and meals to make and a dog that demands lots of attention. &amp;nbsp;The debt we take on is both of our burden. &amp;nbsp;And while that should make me feel better, it really just makes me feel like a burden. &amp;nbsp;I realize he doesn’t see it that way AT ALL. &amp;nbsp;This is my own little paranoia. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So, going back to school is scary. &amp;nbsp;On Monday, I sent out an email inquiry into a program. &amp;nbsp;I got some info, but no one could tell me if I should (or could) attend an orientation being held this week. &amp;nbsp;So, though I put myself out there, I really don’t feel comfortable going to the orientation this week. &amp;nbsp;If it were labeled “info session” or something along those lines, I’d be far more comfortable. &amp;nbsp;I just wish someone would have answered me one way or another. &amp;nbsp;I’m not even sure what my next action should be. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Attempt #2: This involves my ring. &amp;nbsp;This one is scary because of the emotion behind it and the fact that I hate confrontation. &amp;nbsp;I will do just about anything to avoid a fight. &amp;nbsp;I don’t like fights! &amp;nbsp;I haven’t gotten into any confrontations with the jeweler about the ring, but I certainly am not happy. &amp;nbsp;The potential for confrontation is high! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I marched myself into the store at lunch on Tuesday with a Project Get My Diamond Back on the brain. &amp;nbsp;I was basically shoo’ed out of the store in minutes. &amp;nbsp;No, I do not have my ring back, either in a new form or the old. &amp;nbsp;No, I still have not seen the artwork. &amp;nbsp;I was given another “time frame” and another “call you tomorrow”. &amp;nbsp;And yet again, I have received no phone call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Attempt #3: Group exercise intimidates me. &amp;nbsp;I’m not the fittest. &amp;nbsp;I’m not coordinated. &amp;nbsp;I don’t like being the center of attention. &amp;nbsp;All of this adds up to the fact that when I’m supposed to do synced moves that require a certain level of fitness is nerve racking. &amp;nbsp;But I also don’t like going to a gym and cannot seem to motive myself to work out at home. &amp;nbsp;So, a fitness solution needs to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I decided that yoga would be a good place to start. &amp;nbsp;There’s one on my way home. &amp;nbsp;I decided to seize the moment on that particular anxiety, and go to Tuesday’s evening class. &amp;nbsp;I’ve been assured by others that yoga is usually forgiving, and so I felt encouraged. &amp;nbsp;I pulled up to the studio 25 minutes before class, because I assumed there be some paperwork for payment-sake to find the studio completely dark and the doors locked. &amp;nbsp;So, I went home. &amp;nbsp;No yoga for me! &amp;nbsp;That one has a hopeful ending at least! &amp;nbsp;I emailed the studio and was told that they usually arrive 15 minutes before class, so I was just too early. &amp;nbsp;Then I recruited the Hairdresser to go with me this evening! &amp;nbsp;Fear hasn’t got a chance of stopping me when I have a friend by my side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So, friends, I really did try to put myself out there this week, but it just seemed like fail after fail. &amp;nbsp;It left me rather listless by Wednesday! &amp;nbsp;I don’t really feel like I accomplished anything. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps next week will bring greater success?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Has anyone else had better success with their new years goals? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-1378602602357422612?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1378602602357422612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-quite-as-planned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/1378602602357422612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/1378602602357422612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-quite-as-planned.html' title='Not quite as planned'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-161285704509419556</id><published>2011-01-05T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T06:30:01.778-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuzz Babies'/><title type='text'>Destructo Dog</title><content type='html'>So, I've lamented a wee bit about Riley and her chewing ways, but I don't tell you everything she destroys.....like THREE potholders.&amp;nbsp; To say the least, finding toys that interest her and keep her from destroying our good stuff isn't exactly easy.&amp;nbsp; The toys have to be extra durable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had great success with Nylabone and Kong, so we tend to turn to their toys when we want to get Riley something new.&amp;nbsp; Occasionally, though, even those brands fail us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had two Kong failures.&amp;nbsp; But at least they took the course of a couple play sessions to fail, so I haven't complained.&amp;nbsp; When I came home with a new Nylabone and she destroyed it in minutes, I complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSPEWzsaMHI/AAAAAAAACDI/haDNeIRFewM/s1600/DSC02979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSPEWzsaMHI/AAAAAAAACDI/haDNeIRFewM/s400/DSC02979.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the good folks at Nylabone stand by their products.&amp;nbsp; Their customer service got in touch with me very quickly, and after a few exchanges, offered replacements or a refund.&amp;nbsp; I chose replacements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came in today!&amp;nbsp; They doubled down on our replacement, giving us not one but two new toys.&amp;nbsp; They gave us a more durable bone and a plush toy.&amp;nbsp; Knowing glances were exchanged by the hubby and I as we held the new plushie toy.&amp;nbsp; Then the glances gave way to wagering on exactly how quickly she'd dismantle the plush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSPEzfpkCEI/AAAAAAAACDM/xJHqKfLAXOI/s1600/DSC03204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSPEzfpkCEI/AAAAAAAACDM/xJHqKfLAXOI/s400/DSC03204.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSPFIyW8ASI/AAAAAAAACDQ/3O9wao8RmWU/s1600/DSC03211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSPFIyW8ASI/AAAAAAAACDQ/3O9wao8RmWU/s400/DSC03211.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were pretty spot on, sadly.&amp;nbsp; Before the hour mark, Destructo Dog had two "antlers" torn off, squeaker removed and stuffing strewn all about.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I was watching...taking away bits as she tore them off so that she couldn't hurt herself.&amp;nbsp; Obviously, the Nylabone folks underestimated her chewing capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSPFfZdDM6I/AAAAAAAACDU/XPi5vHSIuyc/s1600/DSC03216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSPFfZdDM6I/AAAAAAAACDU/XPi5vHSIuyc/s400/DSC03216.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSPFiNH_WXI/AAAAAAAACDY/kl8QzipE_Mk/s1600/DSC03218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSPFiNH_WXI/AAAAAAAACDY/kl8QzipE_Mk/s400/DSC03218.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I very much appreciated the replacements, and Riley is happily chewing the replacement bone in her Kong bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey....when you find a product worthwhile, you stick to it!&amp;nbsp; Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-161285704509419556?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/161285704509419556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/destructo-dog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/161285704509419556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/161285704509419556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/destructo-dog.html' title='Destructo Dog'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSPEWzsaMHI/AAAAAAAACDI/haDNeIRFewM/s72-c/DSC02979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-892034809085715003</id><published>2011-01-04T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:22:49.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a resolution, but a mantra</title><content type='html'>So, I have never been huge on resolutions, which seems to be pretty darn common.&amp;nbsp; I am big on goals and mantras though.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mantra"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; defines a mantra as&amp;nbsp;'a sound, syllable, word, or group of words that are considered capable of "creating transformation"'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I poured over quotes of all kinds - from philosophy to literary to pop culture - for the wedding.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to rely people far more wise and insightful to put words to my feelings.&amp;nbsp; I love the outcome!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, in the new year, I think I'll just adopt a mantra that I hope will propel me forward....to make me stretch a little and get uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; Comfort creates ruts.&amp;nbsp; And ruts lead to apathy.&amp;nbsp; I certainly have no desire to be apathetic toward my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving my mantra for the year up to Eleanor Roosevelt, who apparently is one&lt;a href="http://findquotations.com/quote/by/Eleanor_Roosevelt"&gt; insightful gem&lt;/a&gt; of a woman!&amp;nbsp; My mantra for the year is simply "do one thing every day that scares you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean that to be literal....as in every single day, but simply more often.&amp;nbsp; I'm a play-it-safe girl.&amp;nbsp; I have a low tolerance for risk.&amp;nbsp; It nearly kept me from meeting my husband (because internet dating is expensive and scary!).&amp;nbsp; It nearly kept me from going back to school (because college is expensive and scary!).&amp;nbsp; It nearly kept me from getting a dog (because dogs are expensive and scary!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you see the issue.&amp;nbsp; Not only am I a scardy-cat, but I'm a cheap one!&amp;nbsp; So, I am going to do a little investing in me if need be to try to expand my life.&amp;nbsp; I've allowed myself to become overwhelmed far too often by simple stagnation and the ho-hum every day.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to drift through life and watch it happen around me.&amp;nbsp; I want experiences that enrich my life and bring me closer to my loved ones, especially my husband.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting with something very scary this evening.&amp;nbsp; I'll let you know how it turns out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-892034809085715003?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/892034809085715003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-resolution-but-mantra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/892034809085715003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/892034809085715003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-resolution-but-mantra.html' title='Not a resolution, but a mantra'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-5183401949798061165</id><published>2011-01-03T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:00:11.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in its place</title><content type='html'>Something has been vexing me.&amp;nbsp; And when I returned home with my lovely new stand mixer, I knew I had to do something about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out simply as "find an appropriate spot for the new toy, er, highly-necessary piece of kitchen equipment" and turned into operation kitchen makeover!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've told you all before, I have three coffee makers on my kitchen cabinets.&amp;nbsp; I know, I know.&amp;nbsp; Why does anyone need three different kinds of coffee maker?&amp;nbsp; And why does anyone need three different kinds of coffee makers OUT on the cabinets?!&amp;nbsp; Well, the espresso machine and the Keurig were both wedding gifts.&amp;nbsp; I purchased the standard coffee pot.&amp;nbsp; I didn't ask for the Keurig, but my brother loves his so much that he wanted me to have one.&amp;nbsp; We're both huge coffee lovers.&amp;nbsp; He's right; it's totally wonderful.&amp;nbsp; They're all out because I used them more when I can see them.&amp;nbsp; The same goes for the processor, and that's why I wanted the mixer out too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I cleaned off all the cabinets, wiped them down, and redesigned the kitchen countertops to accommodate my fun machinery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I things didn't seem in their place.&amp;nbsp; That's because every cabinet and the pantry were a mess.&amp;nbsp; Fine, we can fix this too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And so a project was born.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pantry before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEjaoHn7XI/AAAAAAAACCU/8SHHIm_JImY/s1600/DSC03123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEjaoHn7XI/AAAAAAAACCU/8SHHIm_JImY/s400/DSC03123.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEjd1gtjrI/AAAAAAAACCY/euTR9V0QzVc/s1600/DSC03121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEjd1gtjrI/AAAAAAAACCY/euTR9V0QzVc/s400/DSC03121.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEjhdpv1CI/AAAAAAAACCc/xHs8gDj8Fy0/s1600/DSC03122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEjhdpv1CI/AAAAAAAACCc/xHs8gDj8Fy0/s400/DSC03122.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The process of cleaning the sty up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEkgK8VMdI/AAAAAAAACCg/lQWCpzyjnAE/s1600/DSC03130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEkgK8VMdI/AAAAAAAACCg/lQWCpzyjnAE/s400/DSC03130.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEkjR4JtqI/AAAAAAAACCk/D7pgLy0nTAI/s1600/DSC03134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEkjR4JtqI/AAAAAAAACCk/D7pgLy0nTAI/s400/DSC03134.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEknSNPMsI/AAAAAAAACCo/uNL9hcSphHY/s1600/DSC03135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEknSNPMsI/AAAAAAAACCo/uNL9hcSphHY/s400/DSC03135.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The glorious aftermath:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSElc4jBemI/AAAAAAAACCs/YBz9Xc-_I9I/s1600/DSC03166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSElc4jBemI/AAAAAAAACCs/YBz9Xc-_I9I/s400/DSC03166.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I'm so pleased with it.&amp;nbsp; I made more dough balls for a lunch with my aunt and cousin as well a few side projects, and it was so nice to be able to find everything!&amp;nbsp; Bliss!&amp;nbsp; This was accomplished by a flat of quart jars, a flat of pint jars, and several Better Homes and Garden's airtight canisters.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't the cheapest undertaking, but it is so satisfying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even inspired me to clean up the spices and plasticware.&amp;nbsp; I forgot to take before, but here is the after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEm_MvAFII/AAAAAAAACDE/elRbzP6C97Q/s1600/DSC03160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEm_MvAFII/AAAAAAAACDE/elRbzP6C97Q/s400/DSC03160.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good way to start the new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-5183401949798061165?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5183401949798061165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/everything-in-its-place.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5183401949798061165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5183401949798061165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/everything-in-its-place.html' title='Everything in its place'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSEjaoHn7XI/AAAAAAAACCU/8SHHIm_JImY/s72-c/DSC03123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-4273662487092982828</id><published>2011-01-02T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T08:15:54.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 recap</title><content type='html'>I hope this isn't too cheesy, and I hope you all aren't too bored with New Year stuff. Because I just couldn't resist!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB2zYk6UhI/AAAAAAAACBI/sLXyG2dm9vY/s1600/DSC01540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB2zYk6UhI/AAAAAAAACBI/sLXyG2dm9vY/s400/DSC01540.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had a PJ-themed bridal shower (yes those are footies on one of my bridesmaids!) and my &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-dear.html"&gt;hen party&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB3jlv5pvI/AAAAAAAACBM/y6EpkhoVCqk/s1600/DSC01531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB3jlv5pvI/AAAAAAAACBM/y6EpkhoVCqk/s400/DSC01531.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB3myeneMI/AAAAAAAACBQ/RtoK1hS5_x0/s1600/DSC01525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB3myeneMI/AAAAAAAACBQ/RtoK1hS5_x0/s400/DSC01525.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And wedding DIY consumed my life, though apparently I found it too drab to &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/search/label/DIY"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; about till a recap in February.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB6x7MgJ-I/AAAAAAAACBU/uT33i5VmCBI/s1600/DSC01546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB6x7MgJ-I/AAAAAAAACBU/uT33i5VmCBI/s400/DSC01546.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/02/breathing-easier.html"&gt;snowed&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; A&lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/02/ready-set-snow.html"&gt; lot&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But marriage licenses were had! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB7r8OWNTI/AAAAAAAACBY/Oup-CRz74UY/s1600/DSC_2217-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB7r8OWNTI/AAAAAAAACBY/Oup-CRz74UY/s400/DSC_2217-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And that happened.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/search/label/Our%20Marriage%20Celebration"&gt;Best thing&lt;/a&gt; of all this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB8H6A3fPI/AAAAAAAACBc/uIC2rriEOxw/s1600/DSC01759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB8H6A3fPI/AAAAAAAACBc/uIC2rriEOxw/s400/DSC01759.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we spent a week honeymooning in Baltimore and DC.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must have spent the month decompressing from the wedding mayhem!&amp;nbsp; I cannot find a single photo.&amp;nbsp; Weddings are hard work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB-lxvoPZI/AAAAAAAACBg/Vy-DfppT3yA/s1600/DSC01785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB-lxvoPZI/AAAAAAAACBg/Vy-DfppT3yA/s400/DSC01785.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We bought the husband a &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleek.html"&gt;new car&lt;/a&gt; with the oh-my-goodness generous gifts from family and friends from the wedding.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, I was overwhelmed by the generosity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and I discovered food blogs.&amp;nbsp; There's not photo for that, but I think it's important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCAc-ZZRRI/AAAAAAAACBo/WUl4GlheJMs/s1600/DSC01840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCAc-ZZRRI/AAAAAAAACBo/WUl4GlheJMs/s400/DSC01840.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-dance-party.html"&gt;Summer Hafla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCArnBPkLI/AAAAAAAACBs/fYh2yn5UnN8/s1600/DSC01798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCArnBPkLI/AAAAAAAACBs/fYh2yn5UnN8/s400/DSC01798.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as usual, Scarborough ruled my weekends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCCSQkqRbI/AAAAAAAACBw/rCrIExBz4sY/s1600/DSC01995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCCSQkqRbI/AAAAAAAACBw/rCrIExBz4sY/s400/DSC01995.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;More &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/06/shaken-and-stirred.html"&gt;dancing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCCvn8HIXI/AAAAAAAACB0/0fN4xFnGVqc/s1600/DSC02022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCCvn8HIXI/AAAAAAAACB0/0fN4xFnGVqc/s400/DSC02022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I started taking pictures of my food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCDT9LRENI/AAAAAAAACB4/1ulxNy7FAS0/s1600/DSC02071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCDT9LRENI/AAAAAAAACB4/1ulxNy7FAS0/s400/DSC02071.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to the &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/play-recaps.html"&gt;Oklahoma Shakespearean Festival &lt;/a&gt;and stayed the weekend with my uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCDq_EOPOI/AAAAAAAACB8/Xzxp_K8lx8A/s1600/DSC02114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCDq_EOPOI/AAAAAAAACB8/Xzxp_K8lx8A/s400/DSC02114.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We lost our minds and got a &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-on-ms-riley.html"&gt;tiny pup&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCIPCXKoSI/AAAAAAAACCQ/nAVBPkqmpLg/s1600/DSC02238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCIPCXKoSI/AAAAAAAACCQ/nAVBPkqmpLg/s400/DSC02238.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing but food and Riley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCEyHSO2fI/AAAAAAAACCA/euLEl9ltjwk/s1600/DSC02395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCEyHSO2fI/AAAAAAAACCA/euLEl9ltjwk/s400/DSC02395.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Riley graduated from puppy class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCE277VZQI/AAAAAAAACCE/4AEivr1rD0s/s1600/DSC_7750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCE277VZQI/AAAAAAAACCE/4AEivr1rD0s/s400/DSC_7750.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did something really hard and gave &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-ring.html"&gt;my ring&lt;/a&gt; to a new jeweler.&amp;nbsp; The ^&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;* has had it for four months and can't even be bothered to do the artwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCFuGLEqrI/AAAAAAAACCI/znEzOJVoaVs/s1600/DSC02669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCFuGLEqrI/AAAAAAAACCI/znEzOJVoaVs/s400/DSC02669.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized I loved baking and did more of it than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCGLoYP-fI/AAAAAAAACCM/5EmwmSMtfcs/s1600/DSC02793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSCGLoYP-fI/AAAAAAAACCM/5EmwmSMtfcs/s400/DSC02793.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The husband turned &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/ringing-in-new-decade.html"&gt;30&lt;/a&gt;, and we took him to Austin to celebrate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just did December, so seems silly to recap it now.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great new year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-4273662487092982828?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4273662487092982828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recap.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4273662487092982828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4273662487092982828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recap.html' title='2010 recap'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TSB2zYk6UhI/AAAAAAAACBI/sLXyG2dm9vY/s72-c/DSC01540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-5654187648115988040</id><published>2011-01-01T07:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T07:45:59.337-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Consider it rung</title><content type='html'>Good morning and happy new year!&amp;nbsp; Or as my husband calls it, happy arbitrary calendar day!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Yeah, the holidays are way more my thing than his, but he plays along just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in with a homemade feast last night.&amp;nbsp; I think we ushered out 2010 in style....or at least good eats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, was an appetizer of bacon-wrapped dates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8q8lRI-RI/AAAAAAAACAY/CbF6qvHWw4A/s1600/DSC03145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8q8lRI-RI/AAAAAAAACAY/CbF6qvHWw4A/s400/DSC03145.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut three dates in thirds, removing the pits.&amp;nbsp; I cut three strips of good, thick bacon in thirds.&amp;nbsp; Each third of a date was wrapped in a third of a piece of bacon and secured with a toothpick.&amp;nbsp; I baked them on a lipped pizza stone for 20 minutes at 350.&amp;nbsp; I turned them once but I don't know if that was necessary.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was a spinach salad with two spicy crab cakes from Central Market perched on top.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8sEv5YjuI/AAAAAAAACAc/GxQ4L5baC2s/s1600/DSC03148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8sEv5YjuI/AAAAAAAACAc/GxQ4L5baC2s/s400/DSC03148.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8sHxd7aaI/AAAAAAAACAg/mlVU-N5rg4U/s1600/DSC03151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8sHxd7aaI/AAAAAAAACAg/mlVU-N5rg4U/s400/DSC03151.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their crab cakes are loaded with crab and so flavorful.&amp;nbsp; I am totally okay with letting them make them because I can't get that quality for the money making them from scratch.&amp;nbsp; I simply baked these for 20 minutes at 350 until golden.&amp;nbsp; I sprayed the top with olive oil cooking spray to help with the browning.&amp;nbsp; The spinach was dressed in Caesar vinaigrette, and the crab cakes were topped with a yogurt, lemon zest, and cilantro sauce made in my teeny processor. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main course was steak and bake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8twVYmoTI/AAAAAAAACAs/RLUP4Gdve2o/s1600/DSC03140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8twVYmoTI/AAAAAAAACAs/RLUP4Gdve2o/s400/DSC03140.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8t3X5GgSI/AAAAAAAACA0/LkMUjYFq-jk/s400/DSC03154.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared a New Year strip with a twice baked potato.&amp;nbsp; I made the potatoes much earlier in the day then just did the "second" baking while the steak cooked.&amp;nbsp; The potatoes were stuffed with milk, sharp cheddar, and more of the good bacon.&amp;nbsp; The strip was seared on a stainless pan then transferred to the oven until it read medium rare on my meat thermometer.&amp;nbsp; I let the steak rest while I made a sauce in it's pan.&amp;nbsp; I used a little whole wheat flour on the dripping from the steak for thickener then added veggie stock to make a gravy.&amp;nbsp; Bleu cheese went into the gravy to make a bleu cheese sauce!&amp;nbsp; Sadly, the color was basically green because of the blue veins and the wheat flour color mixing.&amp;nbsp; Don't be fooled by the color though, it was totally delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8vYXvLr6I/AAAAAAAACBA/ExLxfAieoKw/s400/DSC03159.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8vbpBBWsI/AAAAAAAACBE/bofnfEdQSYs/s1600/DSC03158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8vbpBBWsI/AAAAAAAACBE/bofnfEdQSYs/s400/DSC03158.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made panna cotta for the first time.&amp;nbsp; I followed &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/giada-de-laurentiis/panna-cotta-with-fresh-berries-recipe/index.html"&gt;Giada De Laurentis's&lt;/a&gt; espresso-based recipe but swapped espresso for vanilla and DiSorrono.&amp;nbsp; I actually made this hours before dinner.&amp;nbsp; It came out SO good.&amp;nbsp; Like a cross between flan and creme brulee.&amp;nbsp; My husband loved them too.&amp;nbsp; That made my day.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed our dessert with my favorite bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a wonderful meal, spent with my wonderful man and pup.&amp;nbsp; It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did your celebrations go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-5654187648115988040?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5654187648115988040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/consider-it-rung.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5654187648115988040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5654187648115988040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2011/01/consider-it-rung.html' title='Consider it rung'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR8q8lRI-RI/AAAAAAAACAY/CbF6qvHWw4A/s72-c/DSC03145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-1198610160269045596</id><published>2010-12-31T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:04:54.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap it up now</title><content type='html'>Happy New Years Eve!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I like the eves way better than the actual holiday.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm all aflutter today.&amp;nbsp; We have some fun errands planned including a lunch at one of my favorite local places and a fancy home-cooked surf and turf dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a jump start on celebrations yesterday with happy hour at a new-to-me bar.&amp;nbsp; See, I love pubs.&amp;nbsp; A lot.&amp;nbsp; There's something about dark wood and really great, diverse beer selections that hits all the right buttons with me.&amp;nbsp; So, today, I want to list my favorite bars, in case you're in any of these areas and are looking for a place to ring in the new years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5 &lt;a href="http://www.beerknurd.com/stores/"&gt;The Flying Saucer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR3d3Zz60tI/AAAAAAAACAE/2Ae7dWyvoTo/s1600/Saucer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR3d3Zz60tI/AAAAAAAACAE/2Ae7dWyvoTo/s320/Saucer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://fortworth-nightlife.com/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They actually have these all over the place, but the one in Ft. Worth is my favorite so far.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4 &lt;a href="http://theabbeyinndenton.com/"&gt;Abbey Inn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR3emel2WPI/AAAAAAAACAI/7WPhINtCV7M/s1600/Abbey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR3emel2WPI/AAAAAAAACAI/7WPhINtCV7M/s320/Abbey.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theabbeyinndenton.com/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one is in Denton, TX, on the Square, which is gorgeous at night.&amp;nbsp; Plus the food is killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3 &lt;a href="http://holygrailpub.com/"&gt;The Holy Grail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR3gViHkucI/AAAAAAAACAM/NeCrxTqbjIc/s1600/Grail.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR3gViHkucI/AAAAAAAACAM/NeCrxTqbjIc/s1600/Grail.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://examiner.com/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the pub we went to last night on a recommendation that I'd love it.&amp;nbsp; He was right.&amp;nbsp; The menu was to die for, and the atmosphere was very non-Plano-esque.&amp;nbsp; Just chill.&amp;nbsp; I liked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2 &lt;a href="http://www.mickosheas.com/index2.html"&gt;Mick O'Shea's Pub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR3h1mSyvhI/AAAAAAAACAQ/wZ7pKZfbHJo/s1600/DSC01624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR3h1mSyvhI/AAAAAAAACAQ/wZ7pKZfbHJo/s320/DSC01624.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;No source, we took this one on our honeymoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a find on our honeymoon in Baltimore.&amp;nbsp; A place so nice we visited it twice!&amp;nbsp; There was a redheaded bartender that took shots of a rare and newly imported Irish whiskey!&amp;nbsp; I loved that and instantly felt at home.&amp;nbsp; I'd be a fixture in this pub if I lived in Baltimore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1 &lt;a href="http://gingermanpub.com/"&gt;The Ginger Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR3imBO-_RI/AAAAAAAACAU/WCaSjjaokjQ/s1600/Ginger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR3imBO-_RI/AAAAAAAACAU/WCaSjjaokjQ/s320/Ginger.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aus.gingermanpub.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Austin just for this one, and it was everything I could hope for and more!&amp;nbsp; Luckily, they're all over Texas, so you don't have to be in Austin to enjoy this one.&amp;nbsp; You just have to come to Texas, y'all!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you all have wonderfully fun and safe new year eves!&amp;nbsp; Please let me know what you decided to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-1198610160269045596?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1198610160269045596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/wrap-it-up-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/1198610160269045596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/1198610160269045596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/wrap-it-up-now.html' title='Wrap it up now'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TR3d3Zz60tI/AAAAAAAACAE/2Ae7dWyvoTo/s72-c/Saucer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-8172713850673069638</id><published>2010-12-30T07:00:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T07:00:02.726-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Food in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.7594584495264796" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So, I decided to skip the real “food in review” this week, recapping our meals. &amp;nbsp;It’s just too random during the holidays. &amp;nbsp;So, I’ll just call this general meanderings about food this week. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;We ate at my grandparent’s house for breakfast Christmas Eve. &amp;nbsp;We had an all-seafood meal at the in-laws that night. &amp;nbsp;No lunch. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;Perhaps that’s why I gorged myself on two and a half biscuits slathered in homemade gravy? &amp;nbsp;Nah, I did that simply because that stuff is pure euphoria on a plate and worth every calorie! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;We were at the in-laws or driving from Friday around lunch straight through Sunday evening, so I didn’t get to cook anything. &amp;nbsp;My in-laws made a lovely feast for lunch on Christmas day, but everything else was literally just munchies. &amp;nbsp;One meal. &amp;nbsp;That’s it. &amp;nbsp;No wonder my husband only ever ate lunch every day before I came along. &amp;nbsp;I changed that! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;All I could think of by Sunday was “I want something green!” &amp;nbsp;The only veggie I’d seen all weekend was a potato cooked in heavy cream! &amp;nbsp;Don’t get me wrong, it was delightful, but still. &amp;nbsp;So, I’ve been feasting on all things vegetable since. &amp;nbsp;For lunch every day this week, I had a spinach salad topped with bleu cheese, homemade balsamic dressing, and about two cups worth of roasted veggies (sweet potatoes, brussel sprouts, carrots, broccoli, and cauliflower). &amp;nbsp;Hooray veggies! &amp;nbsp;Such a nice change from the decadence and sweets. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I even had veggies on the mind for dinner. &amp;nbsp;I picked up a package of Bob’s Red Mill Vegi Soup mix. &amp;nbsp;I am really impressed with this mix. &amp;nbsp;I customized it, which is what they intend for you to do, hence the fact that it is totally unseasoned. &amp;nbsp;So, no overwhelming salt of fake anything here! &amp;nbsp;Just lentils, two kinds of split peas, little pasta, and barley. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I opted for an entire small onion, two cloves of garlic, and a can of fire roasted tomatoes. &amp;nbsp;I seasoned it fairly simply with salt, pepper, hot smoked paprika and regular Hungarian paprika. &amp;nbsp;I also chunked up some ham that my mother-in-law sent home with us. &amp;nbsp;I hate seeing things go to waste! &amp;nbsp;I only used a cup of the soup mix and it made enough for two full dinners for two hearty-eating people. &amp;nbsp;We’re the type that will go for seconds without batting an eye if we’re still hungry. &amp;nbsp;This is another reason cooking healthy food is so important to me. &amp;nbsp;Because if I want more, I’m getting more. &amp;nbsp;Period. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I picked another Bob’s Red Mill mix up for my New Year’s superstition fix. &amp;nbsp;I must have my black-eyed peas! &amp;nbsp;And cabbage. &amp;nbsp;And pork. &amp;nbsp;But that’s another issue. &amp;nbsp;For the black-eyed peas, I picked up the Bountiful Black Bean mix (black beans, navy beans, black-eyed peas and barley). &amp;nbsp;I really hope this is as good as the Vegi Soup mix! &amp;nbsp;I’ve always been a fan of their oats and flours, and I am just so pleased that the “entree” mixes are just as good. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Did anyone else go through veggie withdrawal or did you have more control over your food than I did?! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I don’t know about you all, but I’m way more excited about New Year’s Even than I was Christmas. We’re continuing the tradition of “entertaining in” with a home-cooked, yet utterly fancified meal. &amp;nbsp;I’ve got it all mapped out in my head. &amp;nbsp;You bet your sweet patootie I’ll be sharing it after the new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And so you don't think I forgot, here's a little puppy love for you all!&amp;nbsp; My hubby sent this to me at work.&amp;nbsp; Those are his feet and PJ'ed legs and her sleeping soundly on him.&amp;nbsp; Melts me to my very core.&amp;nbsp; I love those two so much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRvhan8kYCI/AAAAAAAAB_4/wfDmzxAsbDw/s1600/Photo0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRvhan8kYCI/AAAAAAAAB_4/wfDmzxAsbDw/s400/Photo0085.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-8172713850673069638?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8172713850673069638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/food-in-review_30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8172713850673069638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8172713850673069638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/food-in-review_30.html' title='Food in Review'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRvhan8kYCI/AAAAAAAAB_4/wfDmzxAsbDw/s72-c/Photo0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-1903084274339102509</id><published>2010-12-29T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T07:00:11.110-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>First use!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqSwdeveYI/AAAAAAAAB_k/SefwODAfyno/s1600/DSC03103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqSwdeveYI/AAAAAAAAB_k/SefwODAfyno/s400/DSC03103.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mixer has been christened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqSzj6-uFI/AAAAAAAAB_o/f8cIyTYEhj8/s1600/DSC03104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqSzj6-uFI/AAAAAAAAB_o/f8cIyTYEhj8/s400/DSC03104.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking for a recipe for garlic knots and not having all the ingredients for any of them, I decided to just improvise and change a recipe I did have all the stuff for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqS2zy6MOI/AAAAAAAAB_s/m_gS9GOvQbU/s1600/DSC03106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqS2zy6MOI/AAAAAAAAB_s/m_gS9GOvQbU/s400/DSC03106.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the cinnamon roll recipe from &lt;a href="http://www.sideofsneakers.com/2010/09/16/healthy-cinnamon-roll-recipe/"&gt;Side of Sneakers&lt;/a&gt; I used to make the &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/10/non-cinnamon-rolls.html"&gt;Non-Cinnamon rolls&lt;/a&gt; and made it garlicky! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqS6G9tpOI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Y0fNKkPJOxU/s1600/DSC03107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqS6G9tpOI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Y0fNKkPJOxU/s400/DSC03107.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swapped the teaspoon of cinnamon for a teaspoon of garlic powder.&amp;nbsp; For the "filling", I mixed olive oil, roasted garlic, and Italian seasonings.&amp;nbsp; I let it rise for half an hour on the stove, then baked for 20 minutes at 350.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqS9W9-IKI/AAAAAAAAB_0/mDljCp8F5J8/s1600/DSC03109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqS9W9-IKI/AAAAAAAAB_0/mDljCp8F5J8/s400/DSC03109.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to use more roasted garlic next time.&amp;nbsp; I had half a head in the fridge, but a whole head would have worked much better.&amp;nbsp; So, I made a little garlic butter and dipped these.&amp;nbsp; The texture was excellent, though.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't change anything about the dough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqStSxZYSI/AAAAAAAAB_g/_yyUFY8mGWE/s1600/DSC03110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqStSxZYSI/AAAAAAAAB_g/_yyUFY8mGWE/s1600/DSC03110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqStSxZYSI/AAAAAAAAB_g/_yyUFY8mGWE/s400/DSC03110.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I love my new mixer!!!!&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqStSxZYSI/AAAAAAAAB_g/_yyUFY8mGWE/s1600/DSC03110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-1903084274339102509?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1903084274339102509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-use.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/1903084274339102509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/1903084274339102509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-use.html' title='First use!'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRqSwdeveYI/AAAAAAAAB_k/SefwODAfyno/s72-c/DSC03103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-5608715692237315050</id><published>2010-12-28T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:55:52.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bead on a Wire</title><content type='html'>So, now that the gifts are doled out, I can show you the beading I did for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, the overseas folks haven't gotten theirs yet (the husband's cousins are friends of mine on facebook and might see), but I think it's okay if they get a sneak peak.&amp;nbsp; I was told they're only getting mail in Italy once a week.&amp;nbsp; So no one knows when the packages will arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law, I made rosaries.&amp;nbsp; I'm not catholic, so this took a little research.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for the Internets!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; My mother-in-law was so thrilled.&amp;nbsp; Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk9b3_0sxI/AAAAAAAAB_E/0lI_JVGA8xI/s1600/DSC03013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk9b3_0sxI/AAAAAAAAB_E/0lI_JVGA8xI/s400/DSC03013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk98aYXnmI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/SoeN3Rn5ZoI/s400/DSC02957.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the other relatives, I made bookmarks with the first letter of their sir name as the "charm" at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk-eosqVLI/AAAAAAAAB_U/NLOTUhI5Pho/s1600/DSC02965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk-eosqVLI/AAAAAAAAB_U/NLOTUhI5Pho/s400/DSC02965.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk-hWrneQI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bg1aAEgxAYU/s1600/DSC02961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk-hWrneQI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/bg1aAEgxAYU/s400/DSC02961.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk-kSbUWqI/AAAAAAAAB_c/f6R4dflsFxw/s1600/DSC02963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk-kSbUWqI/AAAAAAAAB_c/f6R4dflsFxw/s400/DSC02963.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the photos.&amp;nbsp; The white balance is all off, but hopefully you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-5608715692237315050?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5608715692237315050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/bead-on-wire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5608715692237315050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5608715692237315050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/bead-on-wire.html' title='Bead on a Wire'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRk9b3_0sxI/AAAAAAAAB_E/0lI_JVGA8xI/s72-c/DSC03013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-6774589572016416374</id><published>2010-12-27T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T07:44:00.328-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, generous doesn't even begin to describe my family or in-laws.&amp;nbsp; They're all very giving people. And around the holiday's they're extra giving.&amp;nbsp; So, I got way more than I could possibly have guessed.&amp;nbsp; It was a little overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiTHM7fDjI/AAAAAAAAB-w/sN_wEKTF5n4/s1600/DSC03096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiTHM7fDjI/AAAAAAAAB-w/sN_wEKTF5n4/s400/DSC03096.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reversible PJs and slippers from my mom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiTKOq3L4I/AAAAAAAAB-0/aORezh7GJYA/s1600/DSC03099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiTKOq3L4I/AAAAAAAAB-0/aORezh7GJYA/s400/DSC03099.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Storage containers from my mom.&amp;nbsp; Apparently she saw my pathetic collection at Thanksgiving!&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiS5ZdNJ8I/AAAAAAAAB-g/qWEPEADwChY/s1600/DSC03101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiS5ZdNJ8I/AAAAAAAAB-g/qWEPEADwChY/s400/DSC03101.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Funny masks for the hubby and I from his brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiTD-CJsmI/AAAAAAAAB-s/pUy4twrQnV4/s1600/DSC03095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiTD-CJsmI/AAAAAAAAB-s/pUy4twrQnV4/s400/DSC03095.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiTAE-aBLI/AAAAAAAAB-o/Wy9dEBGLsvg/s1600/DSC03093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiTAE-aBLI/AAAAAAAAB-o/Wy9dEBGLsvg/s400/DSC03093.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These gorgeous hand-made earrings from my brother made by my insanely talented cousin in Seattle.&amp;nbsp; You can find her work &lt;a href="http://www.floraandfawn.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I have a pair of her Itty Bitties, similar to &lt;a href="http://www.floraandfawn.com/collection.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; but just two tiny rings, that I love that she gave me when I found out that I would probably be watched for cancer, well, forever.&amp;nbsp; And for my brother to order a pair, just for me, in colors I love from a lady I love.&amp;nbsp; They're just doubly special!&amp;nbsp; I cannot wait to wear them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiS86ZUsXI/AAAAAAAAB-k/UsuddtXGxDY/s1600/DSC03088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiS86ZUsXI/AAAAAAAAB-k/UsuddtXGxDY/s400/DSC03088.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this BLEW me away.&amp;nbsp; I know how much these KitchenAid monsters cost!&amp;nbsp; I never, even asked for one....because I know how much they cost!&amp;nbsp; But the hubby knew I wanted one.&amp;nbsp; So, he told his parents to put all of their gift money toward me for this mixer and give him nothing (well, he benefits from me having the mixer, but still).&amp;nbsp; How sweet is that?!&amp;nbsp; Well, of course, they ignored him.&amp;nbsp; He got a very nice gift, but I still got the mixer.&amp;nbsp; I have visions of &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/10/non-cinnamon-rolls.html"&gt;non-cinnamon rolls&lt;/a&gt; dancing in my head! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiTNrApIUI/AAAAAAAAB-4/sqtAaEh22W4/s1600/DSC03100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiTNrApIUI/AAAAAAAAB-4/sqtAaEh22W4/s400/DSC03100.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left to right, a card from my grandparents, a gift certificate to a new spa from my bro, a card from my uncle, and a card from my mother-in-law.&amp;nbsp; The cards all had generous gifts inside!&amp;nbsp; My other uncle handed out gifts as well, I just didn't have a card to display to show it.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; And that spa thing is so cool!&amp;nbsp; It has like 7-8 different treatments, and I get to do them all!&amp;nbsp; I've had one massage and three pedicures in my life.&amp;nbsp; That's it.&amp;nbsp; So, as you can imagine, I am utterly thrilled to have that gift. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Christmas has never been about "what can I get" for me, and I am not at all good at receiving really generous presents.&amp;nbsp; My family continues to awe me with their generosity year after year, nonetheless.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful to have them!&amp;nbsp; I love you all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-6774589572016416374?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6774589572016416374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/overwhelmed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/6774589572016416374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/6774589572016416374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRiTHM7fDjI/AAAAAAAAB-w/sN_wEKTF5n4/s72-c/DSC03096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-3465292496990949339</id><published>2010-12-26T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T07:54:09.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas pets</title><content type='html'>So, our Christmas has been largely dictated by these pesky critters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRdHlzHGJ_I/AAAAAAAAB-c/wZnZvasTtVY/s1600/DSC03083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRdHlzHGJ_I/AAAAAAAAB-c/wZnZvasTtVY/s400/DSC03083.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness they're cute!&amp;nbsp; Because all of the growling, hissing, spitting, shedding, and general nuisance has not really been so cute.&amp;nbsp; Three dogs and three cats....in one area....all weekend.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, annoying doesn't even begin to describe it.&amp;nbsp; It's been good for Riley though.&amp;nbsp; She's learning boundaries.&amp;nbsp; The big heeler there is teaching her when no means no!&amp;nbsp; He is also quite protective of the cats and the tiny dog.&amp;nbsp; So, he basically acts like the bouncer and bites Riley's snoot any time she steps out of line.&amp;nbsp; Nothing that draws blood or anything.&amp;nbsp; She's my baby; I wouldn't let THAT happen.&amp;nbsp; But I will let him make Riley mind her manners.&amp;nbsp; It's only proper, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on our way back home.&amp;nbsp; Let's hope traffic is also polite.&amp;nbsp; All of you traveling out there, please be safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-3465292496990949339?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3465292496990949339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-pets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3465292496990949339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3465292496990949339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-pets.html' title='Christmas pets'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRdHlzHGJ_I/AAAAAAAAB-c/wZnZvasTtVY/s72-c/DSC03083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-768566296711763261</id><published>2010-12-25T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T07:50:24.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Adventure</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday there was a whole lot of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRXzPu6PJKI/AAAAAAAAB-I/nBXl-yA1lic/s1600/DSC03071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRXzPu6PJKI/AAAAAAAAB-I/nBXl-yA1lic/s400/DSC03071.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRXzWNvZxgI/AAAAAAAAB-M/BDiheGxLhbQ/s1600/DSC03068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRXzWNvZxgI/AAAAAAAAB-M/BDiheGxLhbQ/s400/DSC03068.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we made is safely without incident.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left though, there was a lot of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRX0fop_HyI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Xc7VYbcmqXM/s1600/DSC03057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRX0fop_HyI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Xc7VYbcmqXM/s400/DSC03057.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that's my mom in footy pajamas.&amp;nbsp; HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRX0TnBreBI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/XiZ263MzYgM/s1600/DSC03059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRX0TnBreBI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/XiZ263MzYgM/s400/DSC03059.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aren't they cute together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRX0Z5o7PFI/AAAAAAAAB-U/FP4-Zm98pbA/s1600/DSC03067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRX0Z5o7PFI/AAAAAAAAB-U/FP4-Zm98pbA/s320/DSC03067.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here he's showing off the Scooby Doo just-his-size backpack that we got him for Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have taken a photo of the older nephew to share was well, but he's just too cool for photos.&amp;nbsp; You know how that goes.&amp;nbsp; Still, Christmas with my family was awesome.&amp;nbsp; The food was amazing, as usual.&amp;nbsp; I ate two and a half biscuits loaded with gravy, just because I could!&amp;nbsp; My uncle brought Christmas crackers, so we all got to pop them together, wear paper crowns, and read silly laffy-taffy style jokes with one another.&amp;nbsp; The cookies were a hit (thank goodness!), and everyone was in a fantastic mood.&amp;nbsp; It's just how I like to see my family.&amp;nbsp; I wish we were able to do that just a little more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're with my husband's family.&amp;nbsp; There's sure to be a feast tonight and lots of presents this afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to get back to you with the gift, as I left the ones my family gave me at home.&amp;nbsp; I want to show you everything at once, because I got some great stuff!&amp;nbsp; My brother got me a very special gift that I'm excited to show you.&amp;nbsp; It'll have to be Monday though. Sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the happiest of holidays shared with someone who appreciates you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-768566296711763261?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/768566296711763261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-adventure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/768566296711763261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/768566296711763261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-adventure.html' title='Christmas Adventure'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRXzPu6PJKI/AAAAAAAAB-I/nBXl-yA1lic/s72-c/DSC03071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-8715172923212747927</id><published>2010-12-24T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:00:03.679-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Giving goodies</title><content type='html'>My family received "build your own" goodie tins!&amp;nbsp; I laid out platter of homemade treats for them to eat during the festivities (even though we won't be there) and provided containers to take their favorites home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSvnWcy7RI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ONVHwo4jeGg/s1600/DSC03047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSvnWcy7RI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ONVHwo4jeGg/s400/DSC03047.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This platter contained peppermint bark which was dark chocolate layered with white chocolate spiked with creme de menthe extract and green food coloring topped with crushed candy canes.&amp;nbsp; Peppermints are my grampa's favorite candies.&amp;nbsp; So, this was specifically for him.&amp;nbsp; Still, I hope everyone likes them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSvq9f0EqI/AAAAAAAAB90/bbsK4HIxXbY/s1600/DSC03048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSvq9f0EqI/AAAAAAAAB90/bbsK4HIxXbY/s400/DSC03048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other little delight is a homemade peanut butter cup.&amp;nbsp; The bottom layer of chocolate is dark chocolate.&amp;nbsp; The peanut butter is homemade from my food process with simply roasted peanuts, kosher salt,&lt;br /&gt;and canola oil.&amp;nbsp; Just for fun and for a little something different, I made the top layer of the cup white chocolate.&amp;nbsp; White chocolate is the husband's favorite! &lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSvuUzDgcI/AAAAAAAAB94/ZbyMIi4iMZY/s1600/DSC03049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSvuUzDgcI/AAAAAAAAB94/ZbyMIi4iMZY/s400/DSC03049.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This platter has something for my grampa and my brother.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.neverhomemaker.com/2010/12/12-cookies-of-x-mas-salted-cornmeal.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+neverHomemaker+%28%28never+home%29maker%29"&gt;Never Home Maker's cornmeal cookies &lt;/a&gt;really caught my eye.&amp;nbsp; My family thrives on cornbread, so a cookie that has no chocolate (grampa's not a fan) and contains cornmeal is seriously up his alley.&amp;nbsp; I really hope he likes them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSvx2I5JmI/AAAAAAAAB98/FnsrdiaN2PE/s1600/DSC03050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSvx2I5JmI/AAAAAAAAB98/FnsrdiaN2PE/s400/DSC03050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The half dipped cookie is for my bro.&amp;nbsp; It's his favorite of my cookies.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, it didn't turn out right.&amp;nbsp; See, I usually use packaged sugar cookie dough.&amp;nbsp; I was attempting to make everything from scratch, so I made the sugar dough instead.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, the dough I picked, while delicious, was far too puffy.&amp;nbsp; It created a soft cookie where I was looking for a crisp cookie.&amp;nbsp; Oops?&amp;nbsp; Still, I truly hope my bubba likes them anyhow.&amp;nbsp; The method for this cookie is to cut sugar cookie dough VERY thin.&amp;nbsp; I usually freeze the dough and shave it off with a sharp knife into little discs.&amp;nbsp; I cook them till golden, allow them to cool, then do them up sandwich style with raspberry jam.&amp;nbsp; The ends get dipped in chocolate, well, because raspberry and chocolate are just meant for each other, aren't they?&amp;nbsp; I gave these to everyone several Christmases ago, and my brother literally stole them out of people's gift baskets.&amp;nbsp; So, on his birthday, I made an entire batch (that's not nearly and entire batch in the photo!) just for him.&amp;nbsp; Well, he ended up eating the whole thing, save four that he gave to coworkers, in ONE day.&amp;nbsp; Talk about a tummy ache.&amp;nbsp; He said it was 100% worth it.&amp;nbsp; So, though these aren't quite the same, I hope it conjures the same memories.&amp;nbsp; I used &lt;a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/2009/12/09/twelve-lessons-of-the-day/"&gt;Mama Pea's sugar cutout dough&lt;/a&gt;, though mine had butter.&amp;nbsp; Great for puffy, soft sugar cookies!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSv1EEs2TI/AAAAAAAAB-A/lvRaQyIyg5E/s1600/DSC03051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSv1EEs2TI/AAAAAAAAB-A/lvRaQyIyg5E/s400/DSC03051.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I DROOLED over &lt;a href="http://peasandthankyou.com/2010/11/09/having-a-ball/"&gt;Mama Pea's peanut butter dough balls&lt;/a&gt;, and I knew my mom and grama would go gaga over them too.&amp;nbsp; So, this was at the top of my must-make list.&amp;nbsp; And oh my word, they are so much better than I could ever imagine.&amp;nbsp; New favorite cookie right there.&amp;nbsp; Now, I used butter in this too.&amp;nbsp; See, the store I went to didn't have earth balance, so I rolled with unsalted organic butter in all the recipes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSvkIuSUzI/AAAAAAAAB9s/kF_zpIXTImw/s1600/DSC03052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSvkIuSUzI/AAAAAAAAB9s/kF_zpIXTImw/s400/DSC03052.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last cookie is a delicious failure.&amp;nbsp; It was my first attempt at making graham crackers for the girls at work.&amp;nbsp; I mis-read an ingredient though.&amp;nbsp; I thought it said whole wheat pastry flour.&amp;nbsp; Nope!&amp;nbsp; It said whole wheat flour.&amp;nbsp; Quite&amp;nbsp; different beast!&amp;nbsp; So, I kept adding the pastry flour and it never hardened enough to roll out.&amp;nbsp; Instead of giving up and tossing it after adding an additional half cup of flour, I decided to bake it.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness I did!&amp;nbsp; These are excellent.&amp;nbsp; And the dog loves them too.&amp;nbsp; Molasses must draw dogs in.&amp;nbsp; Who knew?!&amp;nbsp; So, if you think a cookie version of a graham cracker sounds good, then just take &lt;a href="http://edibleperspective.com/2010/11/hat-trick-in-the-kitchen/"&gt;Ashley's recipe&lt;/a&gt; and use 2 cups of whole wheat pastry flour instead of the recommended flour!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-8715172923212747927?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8715172923212747927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/giving-goodies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8715172923212747927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8715172923212747927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/giving-goodies.html' title='Giving goodies'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRSvnWcy7RI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ONVHwo4jeGg/s72-c/DSC03047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-2658172299426808633</id><published>2010-12-24T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T07:20:11.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you all, but I've always loved the eves better than the actual holidays.&amp;nbsp; Christmas Eve and New Years Eve just hold so much anticipation and magic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we're having breakfast with my family before we hit the road to the husband's parent's house.&amp;nbsp; I expect my grama will have a huge southern breakfast full of bacon-lard laden gravy!&amp;nbsp; Don't judge me too harshly, but bacon fat rules in gravy.&amp;nbsp; I usually don't make it that way, so I consider it a supreme treat!&amp;nbsp; Then this evening, we're having the Feast of the Seven Fishes with my in-laws because my mother-in-law is both very Catholic and pure-bred Italian.&amp;nbsp; I hear there is sea bass this year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the goodies I made for the family a little later (after they get them).&amp;nbsp; They are pretty darn tasty!&amp;nbsp; Till then, I hope you're with the people you love, enjoying the magic of Christmas Eve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-2658172299426808633?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2658172299426808633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2658172299426808633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2658172299426808633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-7816543586392746716</id><published>2010-12-23T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T07:00:11.713-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Food in Review</title><content type='html'>Since Thursday is my (and a lot of other people's) Friday, I decided to do the food in review post early.&amp;nbsp; I've been pathetic this week....and stilll we had a few good meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: We joined my husband's old boss, turned my new friend via Facebook and Pampered Chef, treated us to happy hour and our dinner.&amp;nbsp; What does that say about the husband that an old boss would buy us beer and a pulled pork quesadilla?!&amp;nbsp; Go baby!&amp;nbsp; And thanks Brenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: I found skinless chicken sausages at Target that had a great ingredient list, so I picked up a package.&amp;nbsp; Served with grilled onions on whole wheat buns with sweet potato fries.&amp;nbsp; These were actually very good.&amp;nbsp; I prefer the CM sausages, but these are a great packaged option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8g5aoT-I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/o3BqHZANzx8/s1600/DSC03004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8g5aoT-I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/o3BqHZANzx8/s400/DSC03004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: I took out some reserved lamb stew meat out of the freezer from my last farmers market stalk up.&amp;nbsp; I cooked it Guinness stew style with carrots and potatoes.&amp;nbsp; I was SO looking forward to this meal, and it was supposed to constitute two dinners.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, it was horrible.&amp;nbsp; Like nearly inedible.&amp;nbsp; We ate the potatoes and carrots with as little broth and lamb as possible and threw all the rest out.&amp;nbsp; I do not like wasting food ever, so you know it's bad when I say that we bagged it and put it at the curb in the morning.&amp;nbsp; Total fail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8j5OOUSI/AAAAAAAAB9c/zbwmq9VDfJo/s1600/DSC03016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8j5OOUSI/AAAAAAAAB9c/zbwmq9VDfJo/s400/DSC03016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: I found some great tofu at Whole Foods that is packaged in smaller blocks!&amp;nbsp; That means less wasted tofu, as we never seem to need a whole block.&amp;nbsp; I used Emily's tofu method, as usual.&amp;nbsp; Then I stir fried onion, carrots, baby bellas, and frozen snap peas.&amp;nbsp; I served this dressed with 365 brand ginger sesame sauce, soy sauce, rice wine vinegar, sriracha over soba noodles.&amp;nbsp; Totally delicious and made up for the stew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8nIngnSI/AAAAAAAAB9g/x_IHfs-jRFk/s1600/DSC03028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8nIngnSI/AAAAAAAAB9g/x_IHfs-jRFk/s400/DSC03028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Still elbow deep in Christmas making. so we opted for Panera.&amp;nbsp; Our landlord dropped off a gift card.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?!&amp;nbsp; I had a soup and salad.&amp;nbsp; The husband had a panini.&amp;nbsp; It was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: The left over sausages were added to cupboard and pantry items.&amp;nbsp; I used some onion, garlic, frozen bell peppers, and frozen spinach with a can of Muir Glen fire roasted tomatoes with garlic.&amp;nbsp; This went atop gnocchi with some grated fontina.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness, another really good dinner!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8dRusczI/AAAAAAAAB9U/G2TUB0rFPZc/s1600/DSC03040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8dRusczI/AAAAAAAAB9U/G2TUB0rFPZc/s400/DSC03040.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as work lets out, it's holiday time.&amp;nbsp; Not sure I'm in the spirit, but at least I'm all prepped!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8qXiKRvI/AAAAAAAAB9k/p4DzjPEv_rE/s1600/DSC03029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8qXiKRvI/AAAAAAAAB9k/p4DzjPEv_rE/s400/DSC03029.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley is ready.&amp;nbsp; Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8tSRiVmI/AAAAAAAAB9o/xsnftQRSr8Q/s1600/DSC03030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8tSRiVmI/AAAAAAAAB9o/xsnftQRSr8Q/s400/DSC03030.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-7816543586392746716?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7816543586392746716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/food-in-review_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/7816543586392746716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/7816543586392746716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/food-in-review_23.html' title='Food in Review'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRK8g5aoT-I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/o3BqHZANzx8/s72-c/DSC03004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-1592040370564613516</id><published>2010-12-22T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:00:10.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Gifts</title><content type='html'>Was anyone curious what was in the goodie boxes for my coworkers??&amp;nbsp; Well, here it is!&amp;nbsp; S'more kits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRFrDik6MaI/AAAAAAAAB9A/Bt_uvHA9Nh0/s1600/DSC03020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRFrDik6MaI/AAAAAAAAB9A/Bt_uvHA9Nh0/s400/DSC03020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies got homemade graham crackers a la &lt;a href="http://edibleperspective.com/2010/11/hat-trick-in-the-kitchen/"&gt;Ashley at Edible Perspective&lt;/a&gt; with marshmallows and Ghiradelli chocolate squares.&amp;nbsp; I even made a gluten free batch of grahams with rice flour.&amp;nbsp; They were far more crumbly but the taste was still spot on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact: Riley LOVED graham cracker dough and thought it was make for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, my boss and coworkers gifted me with these lovely items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRFr_5w_VUI/AAAAAAAAB9E/lIwFIz1bn3E/s1600/DSC03033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRFr_5w_VUI/AAAAAAAAB9E/lIwFIz1bn3E/s400/DSC03033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a beautiful turquoise sweater from Old Navy, a Target gift card, homemade sugared pecans, chocolate covered pretzels, and chex mix, and a scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scrapbook was from my boss, made by her good friend and neighbor Amber at &lt;a href="http://mylilypaddesigns.com/"&gt;Lily Pad Designs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRFsLD1fEQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/ifVGBri6ixE/s1600/DSC03036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRFsLD1fEQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/ifVGBri6ixE/s400/DSC03036.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I supposed that's what happens when I decide to bake everyone's Christmas presents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cook dinner like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRADolOX0vI/AAAAAAAAB80/9KnajTFpmt8/s1600/DSC03023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRADolOX0vI/AAAAAAAAB80/9KnajTFpmt8/s400/DSC03023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And breakfasts and lunches too.&amp;nbsp; (What was I thinking?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the end result should be worth the mess.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait till the ladies at the office open these goodies in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRAEsXLEB6I/AAAAAAAAB84/nsLpNDAmd2o/s1600/DSC03024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRAEsXLEB6I/AAAAAAAAB84/nsLpNDAmd2o/s400/DSC03024.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-8331846523863468792?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8331846523863468792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/disaster-zone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8331846523863468792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8331846523863468792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/disaster-zone.html' title='Disaster zone'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TRADolOX0vI/AAAAAAAAB80/9KnajTFpmt8/s72-c/DSC03023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-165568334833990264</id><published>2010-12-20T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:00:13.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade shower gift</title><content type='html'>Two of the lovely ladies at work are expecting girls early in the new year.&amp;nbsp; We had a lunchtime shower at work last week in celebration of both of their first babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQ9E8_PYjGI/AAAAAAAAB8w/8U0SKmkXu2A/s1600/DSC02993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQ9E8_PYjGI/AAAAAAAAB8w/8U0SKmkXu2A/s400/DSC02993.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked someone that would KNOW what mommas need and use for gift suggestions.&amp;nbsp; That's right, I went straight to momma-of-four; the Hairdresser.&amp;nbsp; She said that she received embellished cloth diapers for each baby, and that was hands-down the most used item in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQ9E2stV_2I/AAAAAAAAB8o/hkWWPHTeEDg/s1600/DSC02994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQ9E2stV_2I/AAAAAAAAB8o/hkWWPHTeEDg/s400/DSC02994.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are simple prefold cloth diapers that I "sewed" ribbon onto.&amp;nbsp; I used the no sew seam tape to do the binding, so this was time-consuming but extremely simple.&amp;nbsp; If you own an iron, you can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQ9E5gbYM4I/AAAAAAAAB8s/DI3lJsqZi20/s1600/DSC02995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQ9E5gbYM4I/AAAAAAAAB8s/DI3lJsqZi20/s400/DSC02995.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQ9E8_PYjGI/AAAAAAAAB8w/8U0SKmkXu2A/s1600/DSC02993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Best of all, the momma's loved them!&amp;nbsp; I used colors from their baby bedding in hopes that they'd match a little better.&amp;nbsp; I guess that was a good call because they seemed to find them fashionable!&amp;nbsp; I call that a win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-165568334833990264?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/165568334833990264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/homemade-shower-gift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/165568334833990264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/165568334833990264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/homemade-shower-gift.html' title='Homemade shower gift'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQ9E8_PYjGI/AAAAAAAAB8w/8U0SKmkXu2A/s72-c/DSC02993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-5411179242137159674</id><published>2010-12-18T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:15:35.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQzB1-wa8AI/AAAAAAAAB8k/XVu-8jKOl8M/s1600/Photo0049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQzB1-wa8AI/AAAAAAAAB8k/XVu-8jKOl8M/s320/Photo0049.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't really have photos to share this time around.&amp;nbsp; I forgot the camera.&amp;nbsp; My husband used his phone, but that meant long-shots only with elbows and such in the frame.&amp;nbsp; I'm okay with that because, really, I don't feel I did all that great.&amp;nbsp; I'm simply looking forward to doing better next semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-5411179242137159674?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5411179242137159674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5411179242137159674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/5411179242137159674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-dancing.html' title='Christmas dancing'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQzB1-wa8AI/AAAAAAAAB8k/XVu-8jKOl8M/s72-c/Photo0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-8214625510807716320</id><published>2010-12-17T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:00:07.906-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Food in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.738041606701277" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;There  was one theme this week: fast and easy! &amp;nbsp;Dance practices, dance  performances, baby shower gift prep, and Christmas prep took over my  free time. &amp;nbsp;So dinners had to be fast and super simple to throw  together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Friday:  We had a friend in town who treated us and The Bringer of the Fun to  dinner at Aubelo’s. &amp;nbsp;It’s possibly my favorite Mexican restaurant. &amp;nbsp;I  love the decor. &amp;nbsp;I love the menu. &amp;nbsp;I love the food. &amp;nbsp;I stuffed myself  with a pick-your-own enchilada platter with Mexican papas and espinaca  casserole. &amp;nbsp;Delightful! &amp;nbsp;Gotta remember that I love this joint, because  it tends to fall off my radar. &amp;nbsp;But the company really made the night. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Saturday:  We’d eaten out Thursday and Friday. &amp;nbsp;This is how I know my husband’s  opinions about food and money might have changed a bit since we met.  &amp;nbsp;Even HE said we needed to eat in after having two dinners out! &amp;nbsp;I was  stoked. &amp;nbsp;I had chicken and dumplings planned since the weather had been  cool enough for me to justify making it. &amp;nbsp;This was a staple growing up.  &amp;nbsp;My grama made it regularly, and it holds a special place in my heart.  &amp;nbsp;I started by sauteing a small onion and a few cloves of garlic in  safflower oil. &amp;nbsp;I removed them and set them aside once translucent.  &amp;nbsp;Then I added two bone-in, skin-on split organic chicken breasts to  brown on all sides, seasoned with a little salt and pepper. &amp;nbsp;Once,  browned, I added two cups of veggie stock and five cups of water. &amp;nbsp;The  goal was just to get the chicken covered and that’s what it took. &amp;nbsp;I let  the breasts simmer away until the meat fell away very easily from the  bone, but didn’t actually wait for it to fall off on it’s own. &amp;nbsp;That’s  just too much of a time investment on a Saturday night. &amp;nbsp;I removed the  breasts and shredded one. &amp;nbsp;Then I realized that one breast was plenty so  I put the other in the fridge. &amp;nbsp;I added a cup of whole, organic milk to  the stock the chicken simmered in. &amp;nbsp;Surprisingly, there wasn’t any scum  from the chicken to skim off! &amp;nbsp;Those were some lean breasts! &amp;nbsp;I’d  expected that since it was skin on, there would be a lot of fatty  residue to skim of. &amp;nbsp;Nope. &amp;nbsp;The onions and garlic were added back to the  stock and milk mixture, then I took my immersion blender to it, just to  make the finished product smoother and more uniform. &amp;nbsp;It’s totally not  necessary though; so no immersion blender, no worries.. &amp;nbsp;The shredded  chicken and some dried thyme went back in the pot, and I dropped in  dumplings a la Bisquick’s Hearth Smart dumpling recipe. &amp;nbsp;I just added a  little dried parsley added in and cooked according to box directions. &amp;nbsp;I  have to say it. &amp;nbsp;This was my best batch to date. &amp;nbsp;It was thick and  velvety. &amp;nbsp;The dumplings were light and doughy (we like the kind that  float, not the kind that sink). &amp;nbsp;The chicken was utterly tender and  flavorful. &amp;nbsp;I can’t wait to make it again. &amp;nbsp;And again. &amp;nbsp;This might be  the over-made dish of the winter for us. &amp;nbsp;I always have one for every  season it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQraQp-g-JI/AAAAAAAAB8U/jAOgPpofXgE/s1600/DSC02969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQraQp-g-JI/AAAAAAAAB8U/jAOgPpofXgE/s400/DSC02969.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Sunday:  After seeing &lt;a href="http://heathereatsalmondbutter.com/2010/11/26/marshmallows-pecans-or-beef/"&gt;HEAB’s sweet potato fest&lt;/a&gt; last week, I just had to have  some too. &amp;nbsp;We love shepherd’s pie. So, I thought, let’s do it up with  sweet mashers instead of the traditional mash (i.e. HEAB’s cottage pie).  &amp;nbsp;I made my standard filling: ground beef (this was part of my Rebohoth  Ranch stash), sauteed onion, garlic, and thyme with pearl onions, peas,  and carrots in a sauce made of whole wheat roux, stock, Worcestershire,  salt, pepper, and a little Dijon mustard. &amp;nbsp;I steamed cut sweet potatoes  then mashed with real butter. &amp;nbsp;It was good, but we both agreed we’d  rather stick with the traditional route on this one. &amp;nbsp;That didn’t stop  us from devouring it and declaring it delicious over and over.&amp;nbsp; Forgot to take a photo!&amp;nbsp; Been a while since I forgot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Monday:  More sweet potato shepherd’s pie. &amp;nbsp;I had a two hour dance rehearsal  that night, so Sunday’s meal was made with the intention of also being  Monday’s meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Tuesday:  The fate of the other chicken breast was decided. &amp;nbsp;It would be the  inspiration for tortilla soup! &amp;nbsp;I love tortilla soup for the mix-ins,  honestly, and mine is no where near traditional! &amp;nbsp;I start with a sauteed  onion and garlic (looking at this post, I’m wondering if ALL my meals  start that way), then added an entire organic zucchini and &amp;nbsp;about half a  bag of frozen corn. &amp;nbsp;Once everything had a bit of char on it, I added  the shredded breast, a can of Muir Glen fire roasted diced tomatoes with  chipotle, organic black beans, a can of veggies stock (to get the  remaining fire roasted tomatoes out of the can) and a can of water. &amp;nbsp;The  spices included garlic powder, cumin, hot smoked paprika, and salt.  &amp;nbsp;Then I simmered until we were ready to eat. Our bowls of piping hot  soup were topped with shredded sharp cheddar, tortilla chips, and  avocado. &amp;nbsp;This is a go-to soup and can be changed in a million ways. &amp;nbsp;I  love forgiving recipes! &amp;nbsp;It was totally delicious, but the best part is  that it not only made dinner but three additional lunch portions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQraU40kJ3I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/IWuhc-6bwpI/s1600/DSC02982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQraU40kJ3I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/IWuhc-6bwpI/s400/DSC02982.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Wednesday:  The husband’s favorite: RUEBENS! &amp;nbsp;These ruebens featured WF marbled  rye, smoked uncured ham (from Target and utterly delicious), and gouda  with brown mustard-spiked, grilled &amp;nbsp;sauerkraut and special sauce. Okay,  so the sauce isn’t all that special. &amp;nbsp;Combine mayo, ketchup, garlic  powder and salt....in any amount that tasted good to you. &amp;nbsp;Ta-da! &amp;nbsp;the  secret is to “grill” everything. &amp;nbsp;I put the lunch meat in the pan to  allow it to get warm and charred. &amp;nbsp;I saute the sauerkraut with spicy  brown mustard until it’s completely dry. &amp;nbsp;Then I assemble the sandwich  and grill it, grilled cheese-style. &amp;nbsp;Grilling everything makes this  sandwich. &amp;nbsp;Heck, it’s got two of the husbands most hated things in it,  yet it’s his favorite dinner. &amp;nbsp;You know that means it’s gotta be good!  &amp;nbsp;Served with oven-fried okra, one of my favorite things. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQrabz65fnI/AAAAAAAAB8g/9fAgTQJHTPM/s1600/DSC02992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQrabz65fnI/AAAAAAAAB8g/9fAgTQJHTPM/s400/DSC02992.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Thursday:  I knew the performance would eat most of the night, so I picked up a  frozen pizza during my weekend grocery outing. &amp;nbsp;It’s Archer Farms  Italian capacolla with peppers, because that sounds right up my  husband's alley. &amp;nbsp;He’s a fiend for Italian deli meats, and who can blame  him. &amp;nbsp;We ate a very similar pizza at our favorite downtown Ft. Worth  Italian spot about a month ago. &amp;nbsp;He stole the capacolla off uneaten  pieces. &amp;nbsp;I realize a frozen pizza isn’t quite the same as a wood-fired  pie from a downtown eatery, but it’s the best I could do under the  circumstances. I did add some cheese to this pizza after seeing that it was quite skimpy.&amp;nbsp; It was a surprisingly good little dinner, for a frozen entree.&amp;nbsp; Exceeded my expectations and was super easy, obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQraNfVqgKI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Z2gvcNbrPMc/s1600/DSC02999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQraNfVqgKI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Z2gvcNbrPMc/s400/DSC02999.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Riley says...have a peanut butter covered Friday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQraYlmVpUI/AAAAAAAAB8c/GAvMalNiN50/s1600/DSC02987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQraYlmVpUI/AAAAAAAAB8c/GAvMalNiN50/s400/DSC02987.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-8214625510807716320?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8214625510807716320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/food-in-review_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8214625510807716320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8214625510807716320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/food-in-review_17.html' title='Food in Review'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQraQp-g-JI/AAAAAAAAB8U/jAOgPpofXgE/s72-c/DSC02969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-1614991852452073174</id><published>2010-12-16T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:00:06.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality escaped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.5975545928906187" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;In  case you were unaware, I just love certain reality shows. &amp;nbsp;I’m a huge  fan of Biggest Loser, Amazing Race, and Survivor. &amp;nbsp;I’m not heavy enough  for the Biggest Loser, but Lord, do I find the show inspiring (while  eating something fattening....yeah, I eat my worst while watching it).  &amp;nbsp;I’m not rugged enough for Survivor (I’d burn to a crisp within a day).  &amp;nbsp;Amazing Race is a different story though. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For  Amazing Race, I can have sunscreen. &amp;nbsp;And a partner. &amp;nbsp;And an amazing,  once-in-a-lifetime experience. &amp;nbsp;To say that I’d do the Amazing Race in a  heartbeat might be a bit of an understatement. &amp;nbsp;I’d go TODAY! &amp;nbsp;Just let  me buy a better pair of sneakers, and I’d be gone. &amp;nbsp;Here’s the rub  though, I don’t have anyone that would want/could go with me. &amp;nbsp;And you  need a partner. &amp;nbsp;No partner, no race. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;They  held auditions today at a casino about an hour and a half north. &amp;nbsp;One  of my husband’s coworkers sent me a link and said she wanted to see me  do it. &amp;nbsp;But again, no partner, no race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’ve  pleaded with my hubby to go on the race with me. &amp;nbsp;He says there are  more enjoyable ways to see the world. &amp;nbsp;And I agree. &amp;nbsp;But will WE ever  have the funding to just go to some random destinations all over the  globe. &amp;nbsp;Probably not. &amp;nbsp;We’ll hit a few, call it the highlight of our  journey together, and that will be that. &amp;nbsp;His second issue is that we,  as a couple, aren’t really suitable for television. &amp;nbsp;Our inner  monologues, which we let be outer dialogue when in each other’s company,  aren’t really the stuff that prime time television is made of! &amp;nbsp;Just as  our dog trainer. &amp;nbsp;He’s heard us say some pretty bizarre crap in class  because we forgot to turn our filters on. &amp;nbsp;Given that they force you  into stressful situations on that show, I cannot imagine we’d take the  time to remember the filter. &amp;nbsp;Yeah. &amp;nbsp;We’d need our own censor for sure.  We’re not at all PC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So,  who else could I chose? &amp;nbsp;I’d love to run the race with my brother, but  he has two jobs and two adorable little boys. &amp;nbsp;Add to that, he’s seen  the world already while in the Navy. &amp;nbsp;And that’s really all I want to  play for. &amp;nbsp;The money would be a nice cherry on the sundae that is what I  feel is unattainable....world travel and lots of it. &amp;nbsp;So, he out too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Who  else? &amp;nbsp;Well obviously, my best friend. &amp;nbsp;And really, she and I would  make FABULOUS television. &amp;nbsp;We’re kooky together. &amp;nbsp;Absolutely bonkers.  &amp;nbsp;We very often get ribbed by waitstaff for our inability to stop  giggling. &amp;nbsp;And really, the funny part about that is that we’re usually  laughing so hard it hurts, with tears streaming down our faces, over  things that make us MISERABLE. &amp;nbsp;Yep. &amp;nbsp;We’re laughing at ourselves most  of the time. &amp;nbsp;And we’re total opposites. &amp;nbsp;We’d get ourselves into some  sort of mess. She’d pray. &amp;nbsp;I’d curse. &amp;nbsp;We’d work together and get it  done int he end and at least I’d be a better person for it, all the  while leaving the viewing audience to wonder how on earth we ever became  friends in the first place and annoying the other players by singing  old camp songs in a round. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It would be epic. &amp;nbsp;But again, being an  adult with responsibilities means that leaving to gallivant all over the  world isn’t exactly doable. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And so, I don’t think she’d be able to go  with me either. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So,  I guess I’ll just have to suffice with watching these shows and  deciding “which one of us should do that challenge” from the comfort of  my couch. &amp;nbsp;Then doing the responsible thing the next day....going to a  job.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-1614991852452073174?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1614991852452073174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/reality-escaped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/1614991852452073174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/1614991852452073174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/reality-escaped.html' title='Reality escaped'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-1568308682128129634</id><published>2010-12-15T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T07:00:02.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalled</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Christmas is 10 days away.&amp;nbsp; Ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready?!&amp;nbsp; Heck no!&amp;nbsp; I keep thinking, well hopefully this weekend I can find the time.&amp;nbsp; Um, no.&amp;nbsp; This weekend you MUST find the time, missy.&amp;nbsp; After all, next weekend is the big she-bang.&amp;nbsp; And really, some gifts have to be handed out far earlier than the Saturday after next, so time's a wastin'!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the issue is that I'm sort of wrapped up with dance right now.&amp;nbsp; I had a two hour rehearsal Monday night, in costume no less.&amp;nbsp; I have an hour rehearsal tonight.&amp;nbsp; Then I have the performance on Thursday.&amp;nbsp; Performances pretty much take up the whole evening.&amp;nbsp; So, I only had Tuesday night free.&amp;nbsp; And with that, I painted my toenails and actually COOKED a dinner instead of just heating it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gaming on Saturday, so to say the least, this Sunday had better be VERY productive.&amp;nbsp; Capisce?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this was entirely a post to me to tell me to get my butt in gear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-1568308682128129634?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1568308682128129634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/stalled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/1568308682128129634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/1568308682128129634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/stalled.html' title='Stalled'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-8465638651103181638</id><published>2010-12-14T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T07:00:00.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.honda.com/newsandviews/article.aspx?id=5775"&gt;It's official&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; 2011 will be the last year Honda will produce the Element.&amp;nbsp; I was planning on buying one in a year and half or so.&amp;nbsp; This created a bit of a dilemma.&amp;nbsp; Buy one a year ahead of schedule or forgo getting a second Element?&amp;nbsp; Believe it or not, that's a really hard choice for me.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sad about it.&amp;nbsp; I love my car!&amp;nbsp; But Honda sold less that 15,000 units last year.&amp;nbsp; That's horrible.&amp;nbsp; So, I must be on a island with this one!&amp;nbsp; Ugh...what to do?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-8465638651103181638?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8465638651103181638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8465638651103181638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8465638651103181638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-2003335408984860810</id><published>2010-12-13T07:00:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:00:12.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Granola - Attempt #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQU9_puVXNI/AAAAAAAAB8M/7T4Wixp8ZGk/s1600/DSC02977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQU9_puVXNI/AAAAAAAAB8M/7T4Wixp8ZGk/s400/DSC02977.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/10/granola-attempt-3.html"&gt;first peanut butter granola&lt;/a&gt; trial was NOT peanut butter-y enough.&amp;nbsp; Period.&amp;nbsp; So, I purused for more inspiration.&amp;nbsp; I found &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/breakfast/recipe-peanut-butter-and-honey-granola-118987"&gt;The Kitchn's peanut butter and honey&lt;/a&gt; recipe and thought that it had great potential.&amp;nbsp; So, I made some tweaks to suit my tastebuds.&amp;nbsp; See, I don't love honey.&amp;nbsp; I'm okay with it in the background of something or drizzled on a sopapilla or a piece buttered cornbread, but I do not like a strong taste of honey.&amp;nbsp; I do, however, love the flavor of molasses.&amp;nbsp; Think molasses cookies.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah.&amp;nbsp; And really, in my family, molasses or even old fashioned cane syrup was on the table at every country breakfast, so it holds a far more special spot in my heart than honey ever will.&amp;nbsp; I also used half homemade peanut butter and half Archer Farms All-Natural Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter.&amp;nbsp; Man, I splurged (an on-sale splurge at $3!) on this jar last week.&amp;nbsp; It's almost gone.&amp;nbsp; There's enough to top a few of my bowls of oats this week, and that is it!&amp;nbsp; Dangerous, dangerous PB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Molasses Granola #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c dark molasses (or black strap if that's you thing) &lt;br /&gt;2 T unsweetened applesauce&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c dark chocolate peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1/4 t salt&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 c rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c flax meal&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c almonds&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c sunflower seeds&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c pepitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 325.&amp;nbsp; Mix the first five ingredients in a sauce pan over medium heat until PB is as incorporated as it's able to get.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile, mix the remaining ingredients in a bowl.&amp;nbsp; Pour the wet over the dry and mix until everything is thoroughly covered.&amp;nbsp; The wet is a little thick, so it may take some time.&amp;nbsp; Pour out onto a parchment lined sheet pan and bake, stirring every 10 minutes, until dry.&amp;nbsp; This batch almost took 50 minutes, which is longer than I usually have to bake it for.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I need to scale back the molasses to decrease the moisture content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the color of this granola.&amp;nbsp; It's so rich and dark brown.&amp;nbsp; As a bonus, the entire house smelled of molasses.&amp;nbsp; Sweet memories.&amp;nbsp; This recipe created large clumps of granola. Both the molasses and the peanut butter are detectable and pair well.&amp;nbsp; This one is much better than the first try, where I couldn't taste any peanut butter goodness.&amp;nbsp; Though, next time....I won't use the chocolate PB.&amp;nbsp; It's amazing by itself, but you can't taste any of the chocolate in this recipe.&amp;nbsp; So, why waste it?!&amp;nbsp; More for my oats!&amp;nbsp; And peanut butter molasses granola for my yogurt.&amp;nbsp; Oh yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-2003335408984860810?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2003335408984860810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/granola-attempt-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2003335408984860810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2003335408984860810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/granola-attempt-6.html' title='Granola - Attempt #6'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQU9_puVXNI/AAAAAAAAB8M/7T4Wixp8ZGk/s72-c/DSC02977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-4293643567461503024</id><published>2010-12-12T12:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T12:06:15.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift central</title><content type='html'>I've been making baby shower gifts and holiday gifts since 7am this morning!&amp;nbsp; Woo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could share them with you, but then that would give the surprise away to the gift recipients!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to the kitchen I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-4293643567461503024?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4293643567461503024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift-central.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4293643567461503024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4293643567461503024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift-central.html' title='Gift central'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-2663957408187186565</id><published>2010-12-11T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:22:19.553-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuzz Babies'/><title type='text'>Weekday mornings</title><content type='html'>Weekday mornings are sort of nice for me.&amp;nbsp; Riley and I have a very "strict" routine.&amp;nbsp; Once we leave the bedroom, we both have to take a walk around the backyard.&amp;nbsp; See, she's spoiled rotten and will not go out and potty by herself first thing in the morning.&amp;nbsp; I have to go with her.&amp;nbsp; Once the walk is done, it's time for her to eat.&amp;nbsp; I make my breakfast and coffee, then it's couch time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I curl up together on the blue couch in the front living room while I eat my breakfast.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, it's the best part of my morning.&amp;nbsp; She picks a toy very excitedly, then bounds onto the couch into my lap.&amp;nbsp; She'll get as close to me as she can the entire time, which generally means that she's sprawled across me.&amp;nbsp; She stays there until breakfast is done and I tell her to get off the couch.&amp;nbsp; I get to pet her ears while I eat, and that right there makes me one happy puppy momma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about ten minutes every morning, I'm quite happy we have a puppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-2663957408187186565?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2663957408187186565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/weekday-mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2663957408187186565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2663957408187186565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/weekday-mornings.html' title='Weekday mornings'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-8707578607650134436</id><published>2010-12-10T07:00:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T07:00:13.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Food in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.6385603929372373" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;There was no discernible them for the week. &amp;nbsp;Call it mish-mosh if you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Friday:  I felt like really treating the husband. &amp;nbsp;I went to Whole Foods and got  the makings of a seafood extravaganza! &amp;nbsp;We started with mussels steamed  in white wine and garlic. &amp;nbsp;I used the 365 brand southern Australian  Chardonnay. &amp;nbsp;Sadly, I can’t figure out exactly how to debeard a mussel.  &amp;nbsp;We had lots of debearding going on during the eating portion of the  meal. &amp;nbsp;Oops! &amp;nbsp;Didn’t detract from the fact that the sauce for the  mussels was amazing. &amp;nbsp;We sopped it up happily with half a loaf of sea  salt ciabatta! &amp;nbsp;Next came the fish: wild Alaskan salmon for him, turbo  fillet for me. &amp;nbsp;I baked them, separately, in ginger soy marinade and  served with a mache salad dressed in balsamic vinaigrette, bleu cheese,  and almonds. &amp;nbsp;Sadly, neither of us are sophisticated enough to enjoy the  fish. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, both were far too fishy. &amp;nbsp;I have to believe that was  US and not the fish, because I don’t think I’d get back fish at WF. &amp;nbsp;Oh  well, bring on the canned tuna and the fish sticks? &amp;nbsp;At least the  mussels were good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGW30NFt8I/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZqJYoAlBbow/s1600/DSC02918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGW30NFt8I/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZqJYoAlBbow/s400/DSC02918.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGW0AhiZQI/AAAAAAAAB8E/8YoP_FpdzI8/s1600/DSC02921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGW0AhiZQI/AAAAAAAAB8E/8YoP_FpdzI8/s400/DSC02921.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Saturday:  We hosted a game night with The Bringer of the Fun, our dog trainer,  and his wife. &amp;nbsp;Turns out their gamers too! &amp;nbsp;Anyhow, we were testing a  role-playing game that my husband and The Bringer of the Fun designed.  &amp;nbsp;I set up a nacho bar for the occasion, but totally failed to snap a  photo. &amp;nbsp;Use your imagination. &amp;nbsp;The bar had grass-fed ground beef  seasoned in my usual taco seasoning spices, real cheese nacho cheese (no  processed cheese here!), tortilla chips, sour cream, onions, and salsa  verde. &amp;nbsp;I ate a plate full and nearly had seconds. &amp;nbsp;I opted for hot  peanut butter cookies instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Sunday:  The slow cooker was employed for a spin of of the beef spare ribs that  &lt;a href="http://www.aartipaarti.com/2010/11/29/last-stop-short-ribs/"&gt;Aarti posted&lt;/a&gt; last week. &amp;nbsp;I used boneless organic beef ribs and halved  the recipe. &amp;nbsp;The ribs were seasoned with salt and pepper then browned on  both sides in a stainless steel skillet. &amp;nbsp;I transferred the ribs to the  slow cooker (already set to warm....warm food means preheating your  slow cooker) and added garlic and onions to my pan. &amp;nbsp;Once translucent, I  added 1.5 c of wine. &amp;nbsp;I went with a Zin called Budo that was on sale at  WF that the husband described as dangerously drinkable. &amp;nbsp;I let that  bubble away for about 15 minutes. &amp;nbsp;Then everything was transferred to  the slow cooker and topped with sliced sweet potatoes. &amp;nbsp;That went on low  from 3pm till 7:30. &amp;nbsp;The ribs held together but could be easily cut  with a fork. &amp;nbsp;Perfection, if you ask me. &amp;nbsp;The sweet potatoes were extra  creamy and not at all water-logged. &amp;nbsp;I also served the same salad from  Friday because I liked it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGV5TlwPJI/AAAAAAAAB70/GIXGDDXjI_w/s1600/DSC02941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGV5TlwPJI/AAAAAAAAB70/GIXGDDXjI_w/s400/DSC02941.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Monday:  I had to work fast because I had rehearsal. &amp;nbsp;I soaked wheat berries  overnight as a prep for this dinner. &amp;nbsp;As soon as I got home Monday  night, they went into a pot with water. &amp;nbsp;You really do have to cook  wheat berries for a full hour, even if they’re soaked for 24 hours! &amp;nbsp;Who  knew?! &amp;nbsp;Well, everyone but me, I’m sure. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully, since I started  them before I even changed, there was still time to eat dinner before  rehearsal. &amp;nbsp;While the wheat berries did their thing, I reduced the  liquid left over from the ribs in a high-sided skillet until thick. &amp;nbsp;I  actually went too far and had to add some veggie stock. I also popped  some broccoli in the oven to roast. &amp;nbsp;When the wheat berries were done, I  added a dollop of sour cream to the reduced liquid. &amp;nbsp;The last rib was  shredded and added along with the wheat berries to create wheat berry  stroganoff! &amp;nbsp;I topped the broccoli with left over cheese sauce from  Saturday and dinner was done. &amp;nbsp;I love how much chew the wheat berries  and the kamut have compared to rice. &amp;nbsp;Way more satisfying to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGV8tQIXJI/AAAAAAAAB74/6F837Uak_AY/s1600/DSC02946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGV8tQIXJI/AAAAAAAAB74/6F837Uak_AY/s400/DSC02946.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Tuesday:  I need to make up for my seafood flop, so I did a go-to tuna dish:  Alton Brown’s tuna croquettes. &amp;nbsp;I stuck to the recipe (reduced to ⅔) and  roasted brussels and sweet potatoes for the side. &amp;nbsp;Totally simple and  totally delicious. &amp;nbsp;Guess I really do need to stick to the canned stuff  after all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGV__ksNkI/AAAAAAAAB78/qhj4jJntcT0/s1600/DSC02952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGV__ksNkI/AAAAAAAAB78/qhj4jJntcT0/s400/DSC02952.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Wednesday:&amp;nbsp; I turned random fridge items into quesadillas.&amp;nbsp; I fried sweet potatoes, home-fries style, sauteed onions and baby bellas, added smoked cheddar, and bacon.&amp;nbsp; These were topped with sour cream, salsa verde, and avocado.&amp;nbsp; You know it's good when your husband says "these are delicious....wait, what did you say was in them again??"&amp;nbsp; Totally unconventional but delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGWDN2H0ZI/AAAAAAAAB8A/lKLOOuEKg0A/s1600/DSC02953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGWDN2H0ZI/AAAAAAAAB8A/lKLOOuEKg0A/s400/DSC02953.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Thursday: Buffalo Wild Wings boneless Thursday called out names, and we answered.&amp;nbsp; Ahh....wings and beer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And this is how I feel about this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGV11d06II/AAAAAAAAB7w/z5RycH7e6nc/s1600/DSC02937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGV11d06II/AAAAAAAAB7w/z5RycH7e6nc/s400/DSC02937.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-8707578607650134436?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8707578607650134436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/food-in-review_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8707578607650134436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8707578607650134436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/food-in-review_10.html' title='Food in Review'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQGW30NFt8I/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZqJYoAlBbow/s72-c/DSC02918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-108519528827312508</id><published>2010-12-09T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:10:48.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour grapes</title><content type='html'>A few things are really bothering me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ring.&amp;nbsp; It's bothering me so much that I dreamed about it last night.&amp;nbsp; It was a frustrating dream.&amp;nbsp; The prima donna I took it to has zero customer service points in his favor right now.&amp;nbsp; He's had it for four months now.&amp;nbsp; This is what I've been wearing as a wedding band since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQFuFjRed7I/AAAAAAAAB7s/I-Xuluva3_E/s1600/DSC02956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQFuFjRed7I/AAAAAAAAB7s/I-Xuluva3_E/s400/DSC02956.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog doesn't care if she's petted or not.&amp;nbsp; She's sort of indifferent to it.&amp;nbsp; That's just rough.&amp;nbsp; I want her to want to be pet....does that make any sense?&amp;nbsp; At least she's cute?&amp;nbsp; My husband was trying ot film "carzy puppy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-72fe6014bdefc5ac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72fe6014bdefc5ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331496805%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D416AE005B16EB87372C850ADEE261358FF74F7BD.283191C03D6678D31C632CC60F43EFCCCA535C20%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72fe6014bdefc5ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbHPxansAnescyYIXwRI5EijhP44&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72fe6014bdefc5ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331496805%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D416AE005B16EB87372C850ADEE261358FF74F7BD.283191C03D6678D31C632CC60F43EFCCCA535C20%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72fe6014bdefc5ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbHPxansAnescyYIXwRI5EijhP44&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas music.&amp;nbsp; They've been playing it since December 1st in the office.&amp;nbsp; Dear Lord, make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final gripe....the post couldn't be published this morning due the the internet crapping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's enough griping for one day.&amp;nbsp; Got anything you need to get off your chest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-108519528827312508?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/108519528827312508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/sour-grapes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/108519528827312508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/108519528827312508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/sour-grapes.html' title='Sour grapes'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TQFuFjRed7I/AAAAAAAAB7s/I-Xuluva3_E/s72-c/DSC02956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-257547978630651637</id><published>2010-12-08T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T07:00:13.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Marriage Celebration'/><title type='text'>What the camera doesn't show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7blHlkd1I/AAAAAAAAB7A/NYXZ4v5I2n8/s1600/CRW_7154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7bmohd3WI/AAAAAAAAB7E/O7p9yyn_owc/s1600/CRW_7138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7boWna1aI/AAAAAAAAB7I/j2A0F19Ti0A/s1600/CRW_7144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7dAbZjPdI/AAAAAAAAB7M/LEeqJUp24E8/s1600/_3003920-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9306151870186141" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  stereo system fought us all night. &amp;nbsp;The husband was sore almost our  entire honeymoon from literally leaping over the bushes again and again  trying to fix the issue in time for the ceremony. &amp;nbsp;He worked his butt  off from the moment we got to the venue till people forced him to stop  and put on his tux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7bmohd3WI/AAAAAAAAB7E/O7p9yyn_owc/s1600/CRW_7138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7bmohd3WI/AAAAAAAAB7E/O7p9yyn_owc/s400/CRW_7138.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9306151870186141" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7blHlkd1I/AAAAAAAAB7A/NYXZ4v5I2n8/s1600/CRW_7154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7blHlkd1I/AAAAAAAAB7A/NYXZ4v5I2n8/s400/CRW_7154.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  only moments of panic/stress I had were while driving to the venue with  a car full of stuff we’d worked SO hard on, worrying that it wouldn’t  come together like I’d envisioned. &amp;nbsp;Then again when blood started  dripping down my cheek where I’d catapulted a hot curling iron into my  face while touching up my makeup. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, the smack from the hot iron  didn’t panic me. &amp;nbsp;Blood a couple hours later from the wound right before  the pretty dress went on was a tad worrisome! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7boWna1aI/AAAAAAAAB7I/j2A0F19Ti0A/s1600/CRW_7144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7boWna1aI/AAAAAAAAB7I/j2A0F19Ti0A/s400/CRW_7144.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7i3eieD6I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/I2tv4y43pY4/s1600/DSC_2131-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7i3eieD6I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/I2tv4y43pY4/s400/DSC_2131-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Our  bridal party (minus one), my mom, and a couple close friends did not  stop until the venue looked fantastic. &amp;nbsp;Period. &amp;nbsp;It was hard work....but  all I heard what “what can I do next?” until it was all done. &amp;nbsp;And when  we were close enough to done, everyone insisted that I hand over the  reins and enjoy the rest of the day. &amp;nbsp;And I did. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7d9QTlv1I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/hdJjcL2uej0/s1600/_3003819-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7d9QTlv1I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/hdJjcL2uej0/s400/_3003819-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;My  brother was petrified he’d ruin my day (which is a far cry from the  truth...he ADDED so much to it) and was way more nervous than I was. &amp;nbsp;I  had to calm him down when Hairdresser Bridesmaid told him that he was in  charge of making sure my train was spread out properly. &amp;nbsp;I saw panic  setting in and immediately told him that I didn’t give a rip. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7dAbZjPdI/AAAAAAAAB7M/LEeqJUp24E8/s1600/_3003920-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7dAbZjPdI/AAAAAAAAB7M/LEeqJUp24E8/s400/_3003920-1.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  lost two friends because of my bridal party selections (one that was  included and one that was not). &amp;nbsp;People don’t really talk about those  sort of things, but it happens. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7jLmj_eUI/AAAAAAAAB7c/4DNre2hjazs/s1600/DSC_2168-1-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7jLmj_eUI/AAAAAAAAB7c/4DNre2hjazs/s400/DSC_2168-1-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  cakes were massacred instead of cut. &amp;nbsp;The groom’s cake looked like a  chocolate death scene! &amp;nbsp;Especially since there had been a “battle in  minis” on top of it prior to being hacked at. &amp;nbsp;Our photographer said she  had to WORK for a pretty photo. &amp;nbsp;And I believe it. &amp;nbsp;I saw the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7kGZwaxXI/AAAAAAAAB7g/k8sz_I6yUQI/s1600/_3004216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7kGZwaxXI/AAAAAAAAB7g/k8sz_I6yUQI/s400/_3004216.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7kc7QoVEI/AAAAAAAAB7o/RfoP_-RBhn8/s1600/_3004022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;My husband’s family REALLY was happy. &amp;nbsp;I swear it! &amp;nbsp;Apparently it’s just not their style to smile in formal photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7kc7QoVEI/AAAAAAAAB7o/RfoP_-RBhn8/s1600/_3004022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7kc7QoVEI/AAAAAAAAB7o/RfoP_-RBhn8/s400/_3004022.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7kbSAyV9I/AAAAAAAAB7k/Z5PNPjuFuwA/s1600/_3004028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7kbSAyV9I/AAAAAAAAB7k/Z5PNPjuFuwA/s400/_3004028.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-257547978630651637?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/257547978630651637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-camera-doesnt-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/257547978630651637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/257547978630651637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-camera-doesnt-show.html' title='What the camera doesn&apos;t show'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP7bmohd3WI/AAAAAAAAB7E/O7p9yyn_owc/s72-c/CRW_7138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-8289311066158627740</id><published>2010-12-07T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T07:00:14.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP16xesQG2I/AAAAAAAAB68/4xVP1nFEJ9M/s1600/DSC01994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP16xesQG2I/AAAAAAAAB68/4xVP1nFEJ9M/s400/DSC01994.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9826805050963342" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Monday  marked the start of two very hectic weeks for me. &amp;nbsp;I’m not one to make a  zillion obligations during the week. &amp;nbsp;I prefer to have my evening to  cook, spent time with the puppy and the hubby, and refuel for the next  work day. &amp;nbsp;I’m not exactly what you’d call a fountain of energy or  excitement during the week. &amp;nbsp;Most weeks, my only obligation is Wednesday  night dance class a couple blocks from my house for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  next two weeks, however, my dance card is quiet literally FULL. &amp;nbsp;This  Monday and next Monday night, I have rehearsal in our performance space  from 8-9pm. &amp;nbsp;This Wednesday and next, I have my regularly scheduled  practice from 6-7. &amp;nbsp;This Thursday we have a performance opportunity (a  mini hafla). &amp;nbsp;Next Thursday is the real deal, our Christmas Hafla. &amp;nbsp;(FYI  - hafla just means dance party.) &amp;nbsp;Add to that, I don’t have my entire  costume all ready, so I need to find the missing bits in my “spare  time”. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Why  all the rehearsals? &amp;nbsp;Why not skip some? &amp;nbsp;Well, because I stink at the  dances. &amp;nbsp;These two dances have been harder on me than any of the dances I  have learned yet. &amp;nbsp;I honestly think the dance we did for the Summer  Hafla was more difficult, but I picked it up much more quickly than  either of the two we’re doing at this performance in less than two  weeks. &amp;nbsp;I have been nothing but frustrated this semester. &amp;nbsp;See, I have  an issue. &amp;nbsp;When I set my mind do doing something, I generally just “put  my chin down” (what a good friend of mine calls my determined face) and  get it done. &amp;nbsp;Period. &amp;nbsp;So, even though, I’d set my mind to learning  these, I’m still struggling. &amp;nbsp;It’s foreign territory for me, and I can’t  say that I like it one iota! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  suppose a lesson in humility is good every now and again, right? &amp;nbsp;Well,  I’m taking my medicine via going to every single extra practice offered  without making excuses. I will nail those suckers on the 16th. &amp;nbsp;And  that is all there is to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;On  top of all this rehearsing, I really need to get my new family (aka my  husband’s overseas family members) Christmas gifts in the mail by the  10th. &amp;nbsp;Gifts that I’m making and have not finished yet. &amp;nbsp;Tis the season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-8289311066158627740?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8289311066158627740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/dance-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8289311066158627740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8289311066158627740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/dance-card.html' title='Dance card'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TP16xesQG2I/AAAAAAAAB68/4xVP1nFEJ9M/s72-c/DSC01994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-9073936827706650321</id><published>2010-12-06T06:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T06:23:01.926-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuzz Babies'/><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lil Miss Escape Artist (Yeah, she did it a second time on Saturday, but this time it was human error.&amp;nbsp; We forgot to shut the gate after making the repair.&amp;nbsp; Um, oops!) managed to accomplish something even more impressive....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPzVI9y-2lI/AAAAAAAAB6w/qxn-mKos8_w/s1600/DSC02936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPzVMYSZpuI/AAAAAAAAB60/-nca34Ujui0/s1600/DSC02932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPzVMYSZpuI/AAAAAAAAB60/-nca34Ujui0/s320/DSC02932.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She graduated from Intermediate Dog class at PetSmart!&amp;nbsp; Pretty darn impressive for a seven month old puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPzVP691sUI/AAAAAAAAB64/mwdqkyJqEmI/s1600/DSC02934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPzVP691sUI/AAAAAAAAB64/mwdqkyJqEmI/s400/DSC02934.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was far younger than the other graduates, but she pulled off all the requirements well enough to pass.&amp;nbsp; Now, it's up to us to make sure those skills are refined and made even more consistent.&amp;nbsp; After all, the Advanced class will be far more difficult.&amp;nbsp; I think she can do it though.&amp;nbsp; They're training Canine Good Citizenship in that class, and I really want Riley to have that.&amp;nbsp; I don't want a dog that I have to worry about mauling anyone.&amp;nbsp; I want a well-behaved little lady.&amp;nbsp; And I think she has the potential.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPzVI9y-2lI/AAAAAAAAB6w/qxn-mKos8_w/s1600/DSC02936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPzVI9y-2lI/AAAAAAAAB6w/qxn-mKos8_w/s400/DSC02936.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-9073936827706650321?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/9073936827706650321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/milestones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/9073936827706650321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/9073936827706650321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPzVMYSZpuI/AAAAAAAAB60/-nca34Ujui0/s72-c/DSC02932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-3582061404896333763</id><published>2010-12-05T07:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T07:42:57.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go juice</title><content type='html'>When did I lose my ability to stay awake past midnight?&amp;nbsp; What happened to the girl that closed down the bars?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, she's gone.&amp;nbsp; In her place, a happy little married gal that really cannot make it too much past her very early bedtime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time last night with new friends and old, testing a game that the husband and a friend designed&amp;nbsp; But it went past my bedtime, and so, today, I'll be sucking down coffee like it my job.&amp;nbsp; And I'm okay with that.&amp;nbsp; It was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a pleasant Sunday, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-3582061404896333763?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3582061404896333763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/go-juice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3582061404896333763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3582061404896333763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/go-juice.html' title='Go juice'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-6229925853002972455</id><published>2010-12-04T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:24:41.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly</title><content type='html'>Well, we nearly made it to my family reunion today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we nearly missed the window to pick the husband's car up from the dealership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before all that, we nearly lost the dog.&amp;nbsp; She fit through some slats in the fence.&amp;nbsp; I realized she hadn't come to the door or even run past it in far too long.&amp;nbsp; So, we investigated, and there was no dog in the backyard.&amp;nbsp; And no one came when we called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several explitives were muttered and the hunt commence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thankfully it ended as soon as it began.&amp;nbsp; A very scared puppy ran straight up the driveway and barreled into me.&amp;nbsp; PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPq_cvUWlRI/AAAAAAAAB6s/_gG_M4jIMKs/s1600/DSC02749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPq_cvUWlRI/AAAAAAAAB6s/_gG_M4jIMKs/s320/DSC02749.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after all that excitement, a nap was taken and then a chai was consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPq_Qu4uPnI/AAAAAAAAB6o/0ldJLICKjtw/s1600/DSC02923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPq_Qu4uPnI/AAAAAAAAB6o/0ldJLICKjtw/s320/DSC02923.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh....now don't you feel better?&amp;nbsp; I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-6229925853002972455?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6229925853002972455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/nearly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/6229925853002972455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/6229925853002972455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/nearly.html' title='Nearly'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPq_cvUWlRI/AAAAAAAAB6s/_gG_M4jIMKs/s72-c/DSC02749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-6153266292288295542</id><published>2010-12-03T07:00:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T07:00:04.629-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Food in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.5505672490839807" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Okay,  what do you do the week after Thanksgiving when you have a fridge  packed with leftovers? &amp;nbsp;Oh yeah, you know it. &amp;nbsp;You morph them into a  brand new week of deliciousness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Friday:  Since we had the requisite turkey sandwich (the served open-faced with  homemade cranberry sauce, cornbread dressing, and turkey breast dripping  in lovely gravy) on Thursday, I was sort of done with traditional  meals. &amp;nbsp;For one, we had a Thanksgiving luncheon on Tuesday that had so  many left overs that I also ate it for lunch Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;Then add  Thanksgiving lunch with the family and a drool-worthy turkey sandwich  for dinner, and I was totally carbed out! &amp;nbsp;Well, perhaps not totally,  because Friday’s meal did indeed have carbs. &amp;nbsp;This time they were in the  form of whole wheat linguine. &amp;nbsp;I can guarantee you that other than the  bottom slice of bread on the turkey sandwich, none of the other carbs  I’d had this week were the good kind. &amp;nbsp;Feeling the need for greens and  whole grains, I opted for turkey tetrizinni. &amp;nbsp;I sauteed half an onion  and a sliced portobello in olive oil and garlic while the pasta boiled  away. &amp;nbsp;Then I added shredded turkey breast. &amp;nbsp;I deglazed with veggie  stock, then added a spoonful of leftover gravy, which added a ton of  turkey goodness and thickened the sauce quite a bit. &amp;nbsp;Drained pasta met  up with the tetrizinni sauce, then I added frozen peas and a couple  dollops of low fat sour cream. &amp;nbsp;The two mingled in-pan until it  thickened up and coated the pasta beautifully. &amp;nbsp;I served this atop a bed  of organic baby spinach. &amp;nbsp;It was delicious, but I should have either  used a short-cut pasta or perhaps a grain like rice or wheat berries  (which was the husband’s suggestion). &amp;nbsp;The linguine was just not quite  the right delivery tool for that delicious sauce! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUjXp6vYI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/mfX3TkKBm6s/s1600/DSC02832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUjXp6vYI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/mfX3TkKBm6s/s400/DSC02832.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Saturday:  Still in “we need more veggies in our lives STAT” mode as well as  needing to use up as many item in my fridge as necessary.....a casserole  was born! &amp;nbsp;Isn’t that always the way. &amp;nbsp;My best casseroles are of a  kitchen-sink nature, and those almost always turn out to be the best  kind. &amp;nbsp;This was a mexican-inspired kitchen-sinker. &amp;nbsp;The goal was to come  out with something similar to a layered enchilada bake. &amp;nbsp;As prep, I  sauteed onion and garlic in olive oil. &amp;nbsp;Then I added handfuls of spinach  until the container was empty. &amp;nbsp;I allowed the spinach to wilt just  slightly before added some pulled pork I had leftover from enjoying  lunch out with the hubby while running errands. &amp;nbsp;I admit, I ordered the  pulled pork with full intentions of putting it into dinner. &amp;nbsp;Now for the  layering. &amp;nbsp;A can of Muir Glen fire roasted crushed tomatoes served as  enchilada sauce. &amp;nbsp;I pour a bit in the bottom then layered in Ezekiel  sprouted corn tortillas, then a layer of the spinach and pork mixture,  next (here’s the creative bit) when blobs of my mom’s  oh-my-word-this-is-amazing corn bake with jalapenos, half the remaining  can of tomatoes, and shredded smoked cheddar. &amp;nbsp;Repeat starting with  tortillas and ending in cheese. &amp;nbsp;A note about the corn bake, I don’t  have the recipe even though she’s made it for eons. &amp;nbsp;I can get it if  anyone is interested. &amp;nbsp;It’s like a custard, but with corn. &amp;nbsp;The  casserole spent 20 minutes in the oven at 350 then was dished out and  topped with sour cream and salsa verde. &amp;nbsp;Out of this world good. &amp;nbsp;I love  using things in less-than-usual ways. &amp;nbsp;I put pulled pork into the  weirdest dishes! &amp;nbsp;I just love the stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUmnDpepI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ny-e65Fi8eA/s1600/DSC02843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUmnDpepI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ny-e65Fi8eA/s400/DSC02843.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Sunday:  Chili time! &amp;nbsp;White chili, which is something I’ve never made. &amp;nbsp;This  chili consisted of a bag of pre-soaked northern white beans, half a  sauteed onion and three cloves of garlic, a serrano pepper, and two  small cans of green chilies. &amp;nbsp;I cooked it in veggie broth, water, and  some more of the gravy. &amp;nbsp;Seasonings included cumin, smoked paprika,  salt, pepper, and oregano. &amp;nbsp;Then I simmered if for several hours. &amp;nbsp;A  dollop of sour cream is always welcome, no matter what color the chili,  right? &amp;nbsp;I also added some Mexican hot sauce to mine. &amp;nbsp;The hubby didn’t.  &amp;nbsp;He liked it as is with the sour cream. &amp;nbsp;One the side, I pan-seared  little patties of the cornbread dressing. &amp;nbsp;I think my husband will be  requesting this on all subsequent thanksgivings with my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUqUyqMjI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/xoKdbzp3DOw/s1600/DSC02888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUqUyqMjI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/xoKdbzp3DOw/s400/DSC02888.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUtl5fDGI/AAAAAAAAB6c/KsEcKwPNOR4/s1600/DSC02889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUtl5fDGI/AAAAAAAAB6c/KsEcKwPNOR4/s400/DSC02889.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Monday:  &amp;nbsp;Leftovers of the chili were served exactly the same as the day  before....but oh.....isn’t chili better the next day?! &amp;nbsp;This was. &amp;nbsp;The  beans had absorbed all the goodness of the broth. &amp;nbsp;I loved it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Tuesday:  Realizing that we’d nearly missed out window for our monthly trip to  BJs (where we had our first date, where he proposed officially, and  where our rehearsal dinner was held), so we seized the opportunity and  ate out. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Wednesday:  I bought pumpkin mezzaluna (aka pumpkin-filled ravioli shaped like half  moons) from Central Market (their brand) a few weeks ago, and it was  one of those meals that never was. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I like meals that don’t  end up happening because they make for easy meals later that don’t  require a huge amount of thought. &amp;nbsp;The only thing I had to come up with  was a sauce. &amp;nbsp;What sort of sauce do you use with pumpkin? &amp;nbsp;Pumpkin sauce  seems too.....pumpkiny. &amp;nbsp;Marinara seems off. &amp;nbsp;Coconut curry sauce?  &amp;nbsp;Don’t mind if I do! &amp;nbsp;I sauteed about a ⅓ of an onion, two cloves of  garlic, and an inch of grated ginger in olive oil, then added a hefty  shake of curry powder, ground ginger, and crushed red pepper flake.  &amp;nbsp;Half a can of light coconut milk was added and allowed to reduce by  half. &amp;nbsp;At this point, I boiled the frozen ravioli because they don’t  take long to cook at all. &amp;nbsp;I wanted the sauce to be smooth and creamy so  I whirred it up with my immersion blender. &amp;nbsp;The sweet, spicy coconut  sauce really worked well with the slightly sweet pumpkin filling in the  ravioli. &amp;nbsp;We also agreed that creamy goat cheese would go great with the  pasta if we didn’t feel like using the curry sauce next time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUw58zKEI/AAAAAAAAB6g/f0j7i7Ve6dE/s1600/DSC02901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUw58zKEI/AAAAAAAAB6g/f0j7i7Ve6dE/s400/DSC02901.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Thursday:  This is it! &amp;nbsp;The last of the leftovers. &amp;nbsp;I saved a few bites of turkey  just for this. &amp;nbsp;I soaked a cup of kamut overnight then set it a’bubbling  with three cups of liquid which was a mixture of the remaining coconut  milk and veggie stock, mixed in risotto style. &amp;nbsp;The kamut can take up to an hour to  cook, even with the soaking, so I knew it had to be started right away.  &amp;nbsp;After that, I diced up a butternut squash and roasted it in salt,  pepper, and olive oil at 350 until tender and a little brown at the  edges. &amp;nbsp;Brussel sprouts were added after 40 minutes.&amp;nbsp; I mixed everything together with a handful of golden raisins and roasted almonds.&amp;nbsp; This is the same idea as my stuffed acorn  squash, but butternuts just don’t have a big enough opening for my  grain mixture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUgFN4swI/AAAAAAAAB6M/-xOvZO0rsfg/s1600/DSC02909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUgFN4swI/AAAAAAAAB6M/-xOvZO0rsfg/s400/DSC02909.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And here's Riley showing off her very early Christmas gift....a new bed!&amp;nbsp; She completely snubbed her old one once this one was put out.&amp;nbsp; Go us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhU0JLndxI/AAAAAAAAB6k/Dd9Oq3hJGjc/s1600/DSC02904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhU0JLndxI/AAAAAAAAB6k/Dd9Oq3hJGjc/s400/DSC02904.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-6153266292288295542?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6153266292288295542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/food-in-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/6153266292288295542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/6153266292288295542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/food-in-review.html' title='Food in Review'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPhUjXp6vYI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/mfX3TkKBm6s/s72-c/DSC02832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-4040960826952201621</id><published>2010-12-02T07:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T07:00:13.584-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Granola - Attempt #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPeLJM82TqI/AAAAAAAAB6I/lfapiUNgfco/s1600/DSC02907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPeLJM82TqI/AAAAAAAAB6I/lfapiUNgfco/s400/DSC02907.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8195111560641668" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m having a chocolate craving. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  know what you’re thinking. &amp;nbsp;A girl with a chocolate craving? &amp;nbsp;Yeah, not  exactly a big deal. &amp;nbsp;And I agree. &amp;nbsp;Except, I’m not a chocolate lover.  &amp;nbsp;I blame my mom and grama. &amp;nbsp;They’re HUGE chocolate lovers. &amp;nbsp;Who wants to  compete with their mom and grama for a chocolatey confection? &amp;nbsp;Not this  girl. &amp;nbsp;No way. &amp;nbsp;Nope, I’m generally chilling with my grampa when it  comes to sweets because both he and I would prefer something without  chocolate. &amp;nbsp;A nice carrot cake or coconut cream pie are way more up our  alleys. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So,  just get some chocolate right? &amp;nbsp;Well, yeah, that’s simple. &amp;nbsp;I don’t do  simple too well, if you haven’t noticed. &amp;nbsp;I also haven’t made granola in  FAR too long. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Dark chocolate granola to the rescue? &amp;nbsp;Hells yeah. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Dark Chocolate Granola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;2 T unsweetened apple sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;2 T (heaping) dark chocolate chunks (or chips, or a broken bar, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;1 T dark chocolate cocoa powder (I used Hersey’s Special Dark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;2 T dark brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;⅓ c brown rice syrup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;1 t vanilla extract (note to self: quite being cheap and buy better vanilla!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;¼ t salt (which I forgot to add and I can tell it’s missing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;3 c old fashioned rolled oats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;¼ c wheat bran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;2 T flax meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;¼ c sunflower seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;¼ c pepitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;¼ c roasted almonds (I used raw, soaked overnight, then dry roasted in my oven at 300 for an hour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;¼-? c white chocolate chips (for my husband since all the dark chocolate is for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Preheat the oven to 325 and line a sheet pan with parchment paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Throw  the first 7 ingredients into a small saucepan over medium low until  completely combined and looking like an oozing chocolate lava! &amp;nbsp;Don’t  forget the salt. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Combine  the remaining ingredients except for the white chocolate chips. &amp;nbsp;Pour  the chocolate lava in and stir until everything looks thoroughly covered  in dark chocolate goodness. &amp;nbsp;Spread the mixture evenly onto the  parchment paper and bake, stirring every 10 minutes, until dry. &amp;nbsp;It took  me 30 minutes, but ovens and moisture levels vary. &amp;nbsp;My oven is ancient  and has hot spots, so I don’t even pretend to use is as the end-all,  be-all standard for baking times or temps. &amp;nbsp;Once completely cool, stir  in white chocolate chips. &amp;nbsp;Use as little or as much as you like. &amp;nbsp;I  actually left them out and am adding the chips to the individual  portions. &amp;nbsp;After all, the hubby likes them more than I do. &amp;nbsp;So a few in  mine. &amp;nbsp;A handful in his!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  stirred this goodness into my yogurt and absolutely died in chocolate  heaven. &amp;nbsp;Now, this is a dark chocolate granola, so it isn’t sticky sweet  like milk or white chocolate. &amp;nbsp;It’s just barely sweet at all. &amp;nbsp;So, be  warned in case you were expecting otherwise. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-4040960826952201621?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4040960826952201621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/granola-attempt-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4040960826952201621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/4040960826952201621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/granola-attempt-5.html' title='Granola - Attempt #5'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPeLJM82TqI/AAAAAAAAB6I/lfapiUNgfco/s72-c/DSC02907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-888260012393416176</id><published>2010-12-01T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T07:00:14.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPW-62HL7fI/AAAAAAAAB6E/oyIax1Fdl2w/s1600/DSC01366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPW-62HL7fI/AAAAAAAAB6E/oyIax1Fdl2w/s400/DSC01366.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.3021120209657835" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And a little more about Christmas....gifting in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;In  my family, a homemade gift is totally acceptable. &amp;nbsp;Last year, I made  those cool refrigerator magnets out of engagement photos, the moms got  homemade beaded bookmarks for Mother’s Day, and the dads got framed  photo collages from the wedding for Father’s day. &amp;nbsp;The year before that,  we gave everyone got homemade cookies and candies for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;The  husband and I even gave out homemade gifts to our wedding party. &amp;nbsp;I made  non-identical jewelry for all the gals. &amp;nbsp;He hand-painted gaming  miniatures for all his guys. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If  you can’t tell, I like creating things to give to people. &amp;nbsp;I like  investing more time than money. &amp;nbsp;I find it more rewarding. &amp;nbsp;Though, I do  often wonder if people feel a bit shafted by a homemade gift instead of  a bought gift of gift card. &amp;nbsp;I worry that they’ll feel it’s a cheap way  out. &amp;nbsp;I don’t feel that way, obviously or I wouldn’t do it; but I  wonder if I’m in the minority on this one. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  definitely felt like I’d gone amiss two years ago. &amp;nbsp;I made my little  homemade candies and cookies. &amp;nbsp;My family just got a little gift sack  full of treats for each family. &amp;nbsp;It was some of their old favorites and a  few new things I wanted to try. &amp;nbsp;I went a little farther with the  hubby’s family. &amp;nbsp;It was my first Christmas with them, as he and I had  only been together for 10 months. &amp;nbsp;So, I thought I’d erred on the side  of caution in dressing their goodies up a bit more than I did for my  family. &amp;nbsp;I got a lovely basket from the craft store, filled the bottom  with basket shreds, nestled my little goodies and a nice bottle of  Italian wine down inside, and wrapped the whole thing in holiday cello,  tied with ribbons. &amp;nbsp;Surely gift baskets are always appropriate, right?  It was quite a bit fancier than my family’s 99 cent store holiday bags,  but they’re used to my home-spun ways. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I felt good about my gussied up  version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;That  is....until I gave it to them. &amp;nbsp;Home-spun really isn’t en vogue in all  families. &amp;nbsp;Nor are gift en masse. &amp;nbsp;So, homemade treats in a basket for  all members of the family to share was a definite faux pas. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I  &amp;nbsp;realized my error when I found my boyfriend scribbling out a Christmas  card specifically one member of his family on Christmas day in order for  that person not to feel left out. &amp;nbsp;I immediately felt wretched. &amp;nbsp;I’d  convinced my boyfriend that gift cards weren’t the way to go. &amp;nbsp;He  reluctantly let me do as I pleased, especially since we’d just moved  about a month earlier and funds were tight. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to hide under the  table. &amp;nbsp;It never occurred to me that making a gift or having a shared  gift was taboo until that moment. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  moral? &amp;nbsp;Different strategies for different families. &amp;nbsp;I just wish I’d  listened to him that first year and saved myself a heap of  embarrassment. &amp;nbsp;I persisted in making gifts the next year for his  family: the magnets. &amp;nbsp;I hoped that since it was photos of us, they’d be  better received. &amp;nbsp;They were, but there was still a bit of puzzlement.  &amp;nbsp;So, I give! &amp;nbsp;This year, only one of them is getting something  “homemade” and really, it won’t look like it is since I feel my skill  level has improved greatly. &amp;nbsp;My family on the other hand, yeah, 100%  made by me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So.....which do you and yours dig: home-spun or store-bought?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-888260012393416176?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/888260012393416176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/gifting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/888260012393416176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/888260012393416176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/12/gifting.html' title='Gifting'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPW-62HL7fI/AAAAAAAAB6E/oyIax1Fdl2w/s72-c/DSC01366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-3362831358930938322</id><published>2010-11-30T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T07:00:01.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPTu2QUJFAI/AAAAAAAAB6A/bk_wMzzN6Rs/s1600/DSC00751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPTu2QUJFAI/AAAAAAAAB6A/bk_wMzzN6Rs/s400/DSC00751.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.33649462713334743" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;With Thanksgiving neatly tucked into the archives of Holiday’s Past, it’s time to turn our attention to Christmas. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Our  first Christmas together, my then-live-in-boyfriend and I were just  settling into our new (rental) home. &amp;nbsp;We’d moved in 11/15/08, so we  still hadn’t quite made the place feel like home. &amp;nbsp;I decided that it  would feel decidedly more cozy with a Christmas tree. &amp;nbsp;And so, he and I  trekked out to the craft stores. &amp;nbsp;We picked a tree and all the trimmings  together. &amp;nbsp;Then we decorated it in our pajamas. &amp;nbsp;Really, is there any  other way? &amp;nbsp;It felt wonderful to bask in the glow of Christmas time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Last  year, we were elbow deep in wedding prep by the time Thanksgiving and  Christmas rolled around. &amp;nbsp;The dining table had turned into Craft  Central. &amp;nbsp;Wedding and Christmas projects were everywhere. &amp;nbsp;I blew up on  Thanksgiving day due to stress......of the wedding looming, of hosting  my soon-to-be mother-in-law for the first time, of dealing with two huge  elephants in the room (aka excessively troubling family drama), and of  hosting the holiday during all of that foolishness. &amp;nbsp;So, when we rolled  past Thanksgiving and into Christmas, I decided the tree was simple more  clutter than I could handle with all the unfinished projects lying  around. &amp;nbsp;I had visions of the tree still being up after we returned from  our honeymoon on March 1st! &amp;nbsp;And that was just being realistic, not  lazy. &amp;nbsp;So, we nixed the stress of the tree. &amp;nbsp;Good call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;This  year, there’s a 7 month-old puppy in the house that likes to eat  inedible objects. &amp;nbsp;My tree is fake and wired. &amp;nbsp;My bulbs are glass, not  that shatter-proof plastic stuff. &amp;nbsp;The only place the tree could go is  the room that the puppy considers her “play room”. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, that tree’s  got a snowball’s chance of seeing daylight this year! &amp;nbsp;I don’t need  another $300+ vet bill. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So, how do you get into the Spirit of the Holiday sans tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-3362831358930938322?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3362831358930938322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3362831358930938322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/3362831358930938322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree?'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPTu2QUJFAI/AAAAAAAAB6A/bk_wMzzN6Rs/s72-c/DSC00751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-907797086829977380</id><published>2010-11-29T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T07:00:11.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery weekend</title><content type='html'>Everyone in the family seemed to be in recovery mode this weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Riley needed to heal her tummy from the obstruction.&amp;nbsp; This involved bills, supervised restroom walks, and trying to get as much food as possible into her tummy.&amp;nbsp; It also involved a lot of sleep.&amp;nbsp; Apparently trying to pass an obstruction is really hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the husband, it was recovering from a long break from one of his favorite hobbies.&amp;nbsp; His weekend consisted of caring for the sickly dog and miniature painting.&amp;nbsp; It's so nice to see him at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, well, I've been sick for almost two weeks.&amp;nbsp; I haven't been sick enough to really warrant slowing down, but I've been sick enough to feel run down.&amp;nbsp; My body forced a full-stop this weekend.&amp;nbsp; I fell asleep Friday night (after working a full shift Friday) on the couch by 8pm.&amp;nbsp; I was in bed and completely out before 9.&amp;nbsp; I slept till 6am.&amp;nbsp; Saturday, after running some errands and getting lunch, I took a three hour nap on the couch.&amp;nbsp; I turned around and went to bed before 10pm and all three of us slept till 7am!&amp;nbsp; Totally unheard of since we got the dog.&amp;nbsp; To say the least, I felt the best I have in two weeks on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I even manage to take Riley on a nearly hour long walk.&amp;nbsp; We both needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping the vigor carries over into the week!&amp;nbsp; I hope you all have a wonderful week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-907797086829977380?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/907797086829977380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/recovery-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/907797086829977380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/907797086829977380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/recovery-weekend.html' title='Recovery weekend'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-8603434909590588250</id><published>2010-11-28T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T07:20:40.252-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuzz Babies'/><title type='text'>Maybe she's worth it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPJW-rolsHI/AAAAAAAAB54/MSKehdrGLSw/s1600/DSC02850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPJW-rolsHI/AAAAAAAAB54/MSKehdrGLSw/s320/DSC02850.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPJXCQ3oerI/AAAAAAAAB58/2zPyRhRri5I/s1600/DSC02851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPJXCQ3oerI/AAAAAAAAB58/2zPyRhRri5I/s320/DSC02851.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-8603434909590588250?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8603434909590588250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/maybe-shes-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8603434909590588250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/8603434909590588250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/maybe-shes-worth-it.html' title='Maybe she&apos;s worth it'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TPJW-rolsHI/AAAAAAAAB54/MSKehdrGLSw/s72-c/DSC02850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-2048639452771037802</id><published>2010-11-27T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:36:51.521-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuzz Babies'/><title type='text'>The dog that ate Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.0674704353406077" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;What  does a $300+ vet bill do to the holidays when incurred the day after  Thanksgiving? &amp;nbsp;It cancels it. &amp;nbsp;We’re not huge gift buyers, as I usually  make all of the gifts that are handed out, but this year we were going  to at least exchange gifts. &amp;nbsp;Now, I really doubt that we will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And  no, it wasn’t anything related to the thanksgiving festivities. &amp;nbsp;It was  the hose she ate in the backyard. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe the sticks. &amp;nbsp;Or some other  such thing that she ate in the backyard, unbeknown to us. &amp;nbsp;I think that  officially makes me a really horrible puppy parent. &amp;nbsp;The x-ray to find  obstructions did indeed find one. &amp;nbsp;It happens to be very small and very  low in her intestine, so the vet recommended that we wait and see before  flaying her open needlessly. &amp;nbsp;She’ll be on meds for the diarrhea and  vomiting for the next few days. &amp;nbsp;Ah, the joys of dog-parenthood.  &amp;nbsp;Definitely time to look into pet insurance, else this beast it quickly  going to become far too expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-2048639452771037802?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2048639452771037802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/dog-that-ate-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2048639452771037802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2048639452771037802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/dog-that-ate-christmas.html' title='The dog that ate Christmas'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-6368800128196478522</id><published>2010-11-26T07:00:00.062-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T07:00:02.263-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food in Review'/><title type='text'>Food in Review</title><content type='html'>It's hard to think about anything but the big meal on Thursday during Thanksgiving week, but I did try once we were home from Austin.&amp;nbsp; We ate out Friday and Saturday night, of course, but we ate in the rest of the week thanks to a quick shopping trip between the four hour drive home and Riley's training class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: I found Boar's Head kielbasa on sale during my grocery trip and decided to make all of my non-turkey dinners around it.&amp;nbsp; First up, simple grilled kielbasa with brown mustard for dipping, a slice of utterly soft and delightful Nature's Pride 12 grain, and sweet potato fires.&amp;nbsp; It was SO nice to eat in after having restaurant-made food for three days in a row.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-gfmrU0cI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/0c7cwWhH9ts/s1600/DSC02795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-gfmrU0cI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/0c7cwWhH9ts/s400/DSC02795.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: I tried to recreate a gnocchi dish that worked surprisingly well in the past.&amp;nbsp; Last time I made it with bacon.&amp;nbsp; This time I made it with small bits of kielbasa.&amp;nbsp; I browned the sausage, then removed it from the skillet.&amp;nbsp; Quartered brussel sprouts were added the the sausage drippings.&amp;nbsp; I let them get good and caramelized before I moved on.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile, I made an arugula pesto and boiled whole wheat gnocchi.&amp;nbsp; Everything was added to the skillet with the sprouts along with about a 1/2 to 3/4 of a cup of cooking water from the gnocchi and a handful of parm.&amp;nbsp; This dish was so hearty and filling that one bowl filled us both up.&amp;nbsp; No sides, no seconds.&amp;nbsp; And it was delicious to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-gqhvVYLI/AAAAAAAAB5c/_sb33zH0Ji0/s1600/DSC02799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-gqhvVYLI/AAAAAAAAB5c/_sb33zH0Ji0/s400/DSC02799.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Kielbasa made its last appearance in cabbage stew.&amp;nbsp; I simply browned the sliced sausage, then added half a diced onion and an entire (small) head of green cabbage.&amp;nbsp; Once the cabbage wilts a bit and the onions go translucent, I added a can of fire roasted tomatoes, veggie stock, two bay leaves, old bay, smoked hot and regular paprika, oregano, and Louisiana hot sauce.&amp;nbsp; I let it simmer until the flavors have a chance to do their thing.&amp;nbsp; I love this stew in a bread bowl, but I didn't buy any this time.&amp;nbsp; So, I made a small batch of cornbread to go with it instead.&amp;nbsp; This is an excellent dish to crumble cornbread into.&amp;nbsp; It's also one of my very favorite comfort foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-guEWmvNI/AAAAAAAAB5g/gXM9qVz229Y/s1600/DSC02804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-guEWmvNI/AAAAAAAAB5g/gXM9qVz229Y/s400/DSC02804.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: I wanted to keep it very simple because we had a bit of prep for the holiday to do.&amp;nbsp; Grilled ham and cheese sandwiches accompanied Thai sweet potato soup from Pacific boxed soups.&amp;nbsp; I'd never had one of their soups, so it was a bit of a gamble.&amp;nbsp; It totally paid off.&amp;nbsp; The spice in the soup and the coconut flavor you expect with Thai curries was spot on.&amp;nbsp; It was an excellent and very easy combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-gxjr91ZI/AAAAAAAAB5k/xd8lyxgMdCA/s1600/DSC02807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-gxjr91ZI/AAAAAAAAB5k/xd8lyxgMdCA/s400/DSC02807.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Well, we feasted at lunch.&amp;nbsp; So, dinner is simply grazing on leftovers, like you do on Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; I do intend to reinvent some of the food for next week, but today, it's nice to just have a second helping of turkey dinner, or rather open-faced turkey sandwiches.&amp;nbsp; Yes, that is cranberry sauce, cornbread dressing, and turkey covered in gravy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-hCFQiryI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ViuH04tLUa0/s1600/DSC02820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-hCFQiryI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ViuH04tLUa0/s400/DSC02820.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-hFZX83MI/AAAAAAAAB50/eI1xn1Dtk58/s1600/DSC02824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-hFZX83MI/AAAAAAAAB50/eI1xn1Dtk58/s400/DSC02824.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-gbJRo18I/AAAAAAAAB5U/2m9VGj7PuBs/s1600/DSC02829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-gbJRo18I/AAAAAAAAB5U/2m9VGj7PuBs/s400/DSC02829.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-hCFQiryI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ViuH04tLUa0/s1600/DSC02820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley got very little of the feast, as she had a tummy ache anyhow.&amp;nbsp; But she sure did enjoy some peanut butter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-g6KsJuNI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Wl943x1z9bc/s1600/DSC02813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-g6KsJuNI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Wl943x1z9bc/s400/DSC02813.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-g-fPWubI/AAAAAAAAB5s/fnDWcWt5GJk/s1600/DSC02815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-g-fPWubI/AAAAAAAAB5s/fnDWcWt5GJk/s400/DSC02815.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you looked as happy as she did while enjoying your feast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-6368800128196478522?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6368800128196478522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/food-in-review_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/6368800128196478522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/6368800128196478522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/food-in-review_26.html' title='Food in Review'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO-gfmrU0cI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/0c7cwWhH9ts/s72-c/DSC02795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-88670073575252029</id><published>2010-11-25T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T07:00:06.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2rqW51D1I/AAAAAAAAB5M/RDfuiNHkv2c/s1600/DSC_2274-1-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2rqW51D1I/AAAAAAAAB5M/RDfuiNHkv2c/s320/DSC_2274-1-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2sompLtEI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/kbDkZzTN4JQ/s1600/Patrick+%2526+Nikki%2527s+Going-Away+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2sompLtEI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/kbDkZzTN4JQ/s320/Patrick+%2526+Nikki%2527s+Going-Away+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2naPPbpfI/AAAAAAAAB4w/3jC20kV-dfw/s1600/DSC_7493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2oO1duRKI/AAAAAAAAB40/GAxAmtxvrb8/s1600/DSC_2165-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2oSiGyakI/AAAAAAAAB44/ibfxispF6LM/s1600/DSC_2442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2ocCHF53I/AAAAAAAAB48/0mStHKQjrh0/s1600/DSC01773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2o0vtmwVI/AAAAAAAAB5A/eagVN7gDITM/s1600/DSC02231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2pvTITLZI/AAAAAAAAB5E/SDwzkx3mcEo/s1600/CRW_7161_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.895353993599449" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Every  day, I am grateful for the wonderful man who calls me his wife. &amp;nbsp;He  truly is the answer to a very often-repeated and heart-felt prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2naPPbpfI/AAAAAAAAB4w/3jC20kV-dfw/s1600/DSC_7493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2naPPbpfI/AAAAAAAAB4w/3jC20kV-dfw/s400/DSC_7493.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Every day, I am thankful that I have little fuzz babies to love and delight me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2ocCHF53I/AAAAAAAAB48/0mStHKQjrh0/s1600/DSC01773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2ocCHF53I/AAAAAAAAB48/0mStHKQjrh0/s400/DSC01773.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2o0vtmwVI/AAAAAAAAB5A/eagVN7gDITM/s1600/DSC02231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2o0vtmwVI/AAAAAAAAB5A/eagVN7gDITM/s400/DSC02231.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Every day, I am grateful for another day where my grandparents are still with us and very much a part of our daily lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2pvTITLZI/AAAAAAAAB5E/SDwzkx3mcEo/s1600/CRW_7161_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2pvTITLZI/AAAAAAAAB5E/SDwzkx3mcEo/s400/CRW_7161_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Every  day, I am so thankful that I have always had these men as my “big, bad  protectors” and examples of what good men should be so that I didn't make the same mistake twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2oO1duRKI/AAAAAAAAB40/GAxAmtxvrb8/s1600/DSC_2165-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2oO1duRKI/AAAAAAAAB40/GAxAmtxvrb8/s400/DSC_2165-1.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2oSiGyakI/AAAAAAAAB44/ibfxispF6LM/s1600/DSC_2442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2oSiGyakI/AAAAAAAAB44/ibfxispF6LM/s400/DSC_2442.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Every day, I am thankful for every single person in this photo (all of which will soon be in my house save one), for loving and supporting me unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2q4nYIMsI/AAAAAAAAB5I/ZlWy2vVXJKQ/s1600/DSC_2279-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2q4nYIMsI/AAAAAAAAB5I/ZlWy2vVXJKQ/s400/DSC_2279-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Every day, I am grateful to be called friend by people who enrich to this crazy little thing called life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;On  Thanksgiving and every other day, I do my best to remember to be  thankful for the blessings in my life and never take them for granted.  &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;hope you do as well. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-88670073575252029?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/88670073575252029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/88670073575252029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/88670073575252029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/TO2rqW51D1I/AAAAAAAAB5M/RDfuiNHkv2c/s72-c/DSC_2274-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-2904130435628701027</id><published>2010-11-24T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T07:00:01.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Much ado about turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.06839154079902021" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Thanksgiving  is tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;Are you ready for it?! &amp;nbsp;Is there a turkey thawing in your  fridge? &amp;nbsp;Do you have bread/cornbread going stale ON PURPOSE? &amp;nbsp;Is there  an unusually large amount of butter in the little compartment in the  door of the fridge? &amp;nbsp;Have you made sure your “roomy” pants are clean for  the occasion? &amp;nbsp;Well, if not, you had best jump to it! &amp;nbsp;Time’s  a-wastin’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;In  our family, we do our best to play to each other’s strengths to divide  and conquer the holiday vittles. &amp;nbsp;For the past six years, I’ve been on  turkey duty. &amp;nbsp;The first year I was horrified that I’d kill the whole  family. &amp;nbsp;I didn’t. &amp;nbsp;So, I got the privilege of repeating the next year.  &amp;nbsp;And though the skin on the breast was a bit too brown, the actual meat  underneath was still very good. &amp;nbsp;I knew at that point that I’d never be  able to relinquish turkey duty again. &amp;nbsp;It was mine and will remain that  way (expect for the years that we visit my husband’s family, that is). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I  don’t mind this duty too much. &amp;nbsp;It’s actually very simple, especially  once it goes in the oven! &amp;nbsp;The hard part is getting it to the oven.  &amp;nbsp;First, it has to thaw for days in the fridge. &amp;nbsp;Days. &amp;nbsp;Then you find  that the neck and giblets are still frozen inside the cavity even after  days of thaw. &amp;nbsp;I’ve never had one that wasn’t in six years. &amp;nbsp;Not a big  deal, just means your fingers are going to feel like they’re going to freeze off  your hands by the end of dressing the turkey. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Now,  I go SIMPLE for the turkey. &amp;nbsp;We like it traditional in our family. &amp;nbsp;And  we’re southern, so we don’t stuff our birds. &amp;nbsp;Nope. &amp;nbsp;We like cornbread  dressing, not stuffing. &amp;nbsp;So, that’s one less worry. &amp;nbsp;I find that an  onion and an orange in the cavity along with butter under the skin of  the breast with olive oil, salt, pepper, and rubbed sage all over the  bird is all it really needs to be traditionally delicious. &amp;nbsp;I cook my  birds in an oven bag to save myself the haste of basting. &amp;nbsp;No one has  complained, and the turkey is always moist. &amp;nbsp;So I do not see any need to  mess with a good thing, even if some people find the bags to be  cheating. &amp;nbsp;I’m okay with simple. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;What?  &amp;nbsp;You’re shocked to see butter on that list, huh? &amp;nbsp;Why? &amp;nbsp;It’s the  holiday, and no substitute will do what butter can in that case. &amp;nbsp;So, I  use butter. &amp;nbsp;It’s less than a stick for the whole bird, and I think it  adds quite a lot of flavor. &amp;nbsp;Believe it or not, I don’t try to make  everything as healthy as humanly possible on the holidays. &amp;nbsp;My family  would HATE that. &amp;nbsp;I don’t want my need for all things healthy and  organic to alienate my family during the holidays. &amp;nbsp;So, the things that  it would kill me to make “traditionally”, in this case it’s the mashed  potatoes that I know have more butter than is in the compartment in the door of my fridge, I let someone  else in the family make. &amp;nbsp;That way I can eat just a little without  having a coronary (pun intended) over how fattening they are, and  everyone else in the family can just enjoy some of the world’s greatest  mashed potatoes because that’s not something they obsess over like I do.  &amp;nbsp;No, instead of changing tradition, I simply try to limit portions.  &amp;nbsp;It’s easier than forcing my entire family to eat they way I chose to on  a daily basis. &amp;nbsp;I’m the odd man out, so I feel I should bend for them.  &amp;nbsp;Not vice versa. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And besides, it’s the holiday. &amp;nbsp;One day. &amp;nbsp;One day celebrated with all my nearest and dearest. &amp;nbsp;It’s worth the butter intake. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And yeah, I’ll sneak in a few healthy dishes too. &amp;nbsp;Just not the mashed potatoes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148180231575890791-2904130435628701027?l=secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2904130435628701027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/much-ado-about-turkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2904130435628701027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148180231575890791/posts/default/2904130435628701027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondchancehappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/much-ado-about-turkey.html' title='Much ado about turkey'/><author><name>Brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17058116818182975334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMIRlXbNfZk/SyEVGfbGPdI/AAAAAAAABHA/AMWjWPxySSM/S220/DSC_7750-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148180231575890791.post-6341849610756274597</id><published>2010-11-23T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:00:09.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringing in a new decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.45229534379548797" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Once  all was revealed about the can’t-believe-we-managed-to-keep-it secret  trip, it was time to hit the road. &amp;nbsp;I’d pre-packed for us while home  sick earlier in the week. &amp;nbsp;So, loading up and hitting the road was  surprisingly easy. &amp;nbsp;The four hours to Austin passed easily enough.  &amp;nbsp;Riley takes road trips so well. &amp;nbsp;She slept in my lap the whole time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  rental house was stunning. &amp;nbsp;By the end of the trip, we all agreed we  could happily live in that space. &amp;nbsp;It was clean and efficiently laid out  while feeling very cozy. &amp;nbsp;The kitchen was also to die for, as was the  view of the creek behind the house. &amp;nbsp;We took Riley for a walk to get the  feel of the neighborhood upon arrival. &amp;nbsp;There’s a surprising lack of  sidewalks in Austin! &amp;nbsp;I really expected it to be very walker-friendly.  &amp;nbsp;It is….sort of….because people just walk in the streets. &amp;nbsp;I hate  walking in the street. &amp;nbsp;Oh well. &amp;nbsp;I guess you do what you have to! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;We  ventured out to grab a nibble and made a lucky find: a Flying Saucer!  &amp;nbsp;So, we each had a beer and split an appetizer. &amp;nbsp;We hadn’t eaten since  breakfast, and it was nearly 6pm! &amp;nbsp;I had a local beer: the Livewire  Hefeweisen. &amp;nbsp;My hubby went for a classic that we both love: Delirium  Nocturnum. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For the nibble….brats con queso with tortillas. &amp;nbsp;It was  sinful in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  Bringer of the Fun arrived and we headed out on the town to a  recommended eatery: the Iron Cactus in downtown Austin. &amp;nbsp;I have to  admit, the atmosphere was a huge turn off for me. &amp;nbsp;The place was trying  too hard to be hip and cool, or at least that’s how I saw it. &amp;nbsp;The food  was amazing though. &amp;nbsp;Red-headed bridesmaid had arrived by the time we  ordered, so she and I split the roasted chili relleno stuffed with goat  cheese, chicken, pepitas, and cranberries. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;We  all agreed it was past our bedtimes and turned in immediately. &amp;nbsp;Sadly,  Riley had other plans. &amp;nbsp;She did not like being away from home. &amp;nbsp;She had  her crate, her bed, and even a frozen carrot, but it wasn’t the same.  &amp;nbsp;She hated being in that room, it seemed. &amp;nbsp;After two hours of trying to  get her to stop crying, I had to take her and her crate to the living  room to sleep. &amp;nbsp;I’ve never seen my husband so close to snapping. &amp;nbsp;He was  exhausted, and I decided it was best to separate them. &amp;nbsp;I put her crate  RIGHT at my head by the couch. &amp;nbsp;She could see and smell me. &amp;nbsp;That made  her happy enough, and she was sound asleep within 30 seconds. &amp;nbsp;So, I  just stayed out on the couch. &amp;nbsp;My husband came and got us around 5am,  and all of us slept in the bedroom for the first time that night. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Breakfast  was needed to make up for the lack of sleep, so we walked to a nearby  café. &amp;nbsp;I had an interesting-sound dish that sort of fell flat: sweet  potato hash. &amp;nbsp;But the Bringer of the Fun discovered the secret to this  little café….the pancakes! &amp;nbsp;I’ve never had better. &amp;nbsp;Ever. &amp;nbsp;So, go to  Kerbey Lane Café and order pancakes. &amp;nbsp;You won’t be sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;All  four of us decided to go exploring on foot in the early afternoon. &amp;nbsp;We  wondered around the UT campus just as the football game was starting.  &amp;nbsp;We even spotted the band. &amp;nbsp;It was a nice outing, and Riley really loved  smelling everything in sight! &amp;nbsp;We even got to meet a couple dogs, but  one of the flipped out. &amp;nbsp;The little dog slipped his collar. &amp;nbsp;The owner  threw the other dog’s leash at me to hold, and I missed it. &amp;nbsp;The leash  tore my pinkie nail backward and broke another. &amp;nbsp;I ended up standing on  the leash, nursing a bloody hand. &amp;nbsp;It was a sign I need to be quicker on  my feet….and keep my nails shorter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  afternoon was passed happily in our rental. &amp;nbsp;I went out for some snacks  and wound up with amazing cookies, hummus, and artichoke dip with pitas  all split four ways while playing a board game called Zombies. &amp;nbsp;You’re  supposed to play against each other. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, we scrapped that and played  communally to beat the game, which was far more fun. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A  quick change and we were back downtown. &amp;nbsp;A friend had told me that he  thought we’d like a bar down there called The Ginger Man. &amp;nbsp;He was right.  &amp;nbsp;The bar was the dark-wood and brass sort with benches and lots of  belly-up space. &amp;nbsp;The draft pulls lined and entire wall. &amp;nbsp;Such a  beautiful sight to me! &amp;nbsp;Everyone got adventurous and tried new-to-them  beers. &amp;nbsp;The music was varied and low enough to talk without shouting.  &amp;nbsp;The waitress was friendly and quirky. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, it was truly a wonderful  bar. &amp;nbsp;We stayed four over three hours! &amp;nbsp;Some local friends met up with  us. &amp;nbsp;That made the evening even more fun. &amp;nbsp;Finally, the need for food  (more than just the liquid sustenance we’d been enjoying) kicked in.  &amp;nbsp;The redhead’s friend recommended an Irish pub called Fado just across  the street from The Ginger Man. &amp;nbsp;Perfection. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My meal was Irish  Tex-Mex: a quesadilla with boxty potato pancakes in place of tortillas.  &amp;nbsp;The hubby let me try his fish and chips. &amp;nbsp;The breading was light  without a trace of grease and the fish was clean-tasting and very flaky.  &amp;nbsp;Overall, it was an evening not to be easily topped! &amp;nbsp;I was so pleased.  &amp;nbsp;And I believe my husband was too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: tran
