I have to get out of vacation mode and into work/home mode. It seems so hard to get back into the grind, which is odd because I like my routine. Anyway, I will switch gears today and quit fantasizing about beaches and the Rocky Mountains. I’ve seen both in the last 10 days!
I try to keep some healthy muffins on hand for the hubby to take for his breakfast on the go. When I got home there were no muffins. Not only that…there were no eggs. So sticking to my commitment to USE IT UP, I opted to throw together some eggless “vegan” muffins from http://www.egglesscooking.com/eggless-baking-recipes/eggless-muffins/ . I will figure out how to do the hyperlink thingy later. Anyway, I am NOT a vegan. I am a gun-totin’, meat-eatin’, chicken-killin’ country girl who just happens to live in The City (that’s Oklahoma City for those who don’t get the lingo). I also just happen to be eating healthier, so I find myself directed to many vegan sites when I search for ways to USE UP my quinoa and chia seeds 🙂 I took a few liberties with the recipe. Why? To USE IT UP! I didn’t have raspberries but I had tart cherries (eat cherries every day to keep the gout away..trust me on this). I was almost out of sugar, so I didn’t have any left to sprinkle on top to make them purty. So I USED UP some pumpkin seeds and pine nuts. Do you see a trend here? I also needed to use some cornmeal, so I opted for this
Raspberry Cherry Cornmeal Muffin recipe. It’s like a little cherry pie inside cornbread…yum!
Eggless Cornmeal Cherry Muffins
1 1/2 c. Flour
3/4 c. Cornmeal
1/2-3/4 c. Sugar
3 t. Baking Powder
1 t. Baking Soda
1/4 t. salt
1 t. Dried Orange Peel or Zest from 1 Orange
1 1/2 c. Frozen Tart Cherries
1 1/4 c. milk – curdled with 1 T Apple Cider Vinegar
1/4 c. Canola Oil
1 t. Vanilla
Preheat oven to 400. Spray muffin tin with nonstick spray. Mix curdled milk, oil and vanilla. Set aside. Combine dry ingredients in large bowl. Mix a little of this with the cherries so they don’t sink! Fold the milk mixture into the flour mixture…don’t overdo it. Working the flour too much makes your baked goods tough!. Spoon into muffin tins and sprinkle sugar or seeds or whatever on top to dress them up a little. This makes 12 large muffins. Bake for 15-20 minutes until brown and passes the toothpick test. Let sit for a few minutes till cool, then grab the
butter fake buttery spread and chow down!
A nostalgic note about the picture. The dishes are my Grandma Anderson’s Desert Rose. These are the real deal….old pieces sold in the 40’s. I only use them for Holidays or photo ops, but I LOVE them. The mug is the very same one that my Mama would get out at Christmas and serve me up a piping hot cup of “cocoa” made in the old aluminum “cocoa pot”. I will post a pic of that old thing someday….I still use it. It’s good to have old things to remind us of days gone by. But you have to USE them!
I always dreaded that assignment in school because we didn’t do the typical vacations in my family. We lived in California but I never saw the beach or Disneyland until I got old enough to go with other people. My Dad’s idea of a vacation was driving like a mad man all day and all night to get to where you were going, which was always to visit a relative. My brother and I would be wrestling for space in the back seat amongst the thermos, blankets, and food sacks. Sometimes the only way to get comfortable was to hang our feet out the window. Yes, that was me that you saw in the 1963 red Ford Comet. Lunchtime meant parking under a shade tree with a box of crackers, a can of squeeze cheese and some vienna sausage (known in my family as “Vi-EENY sausage”). If we were eating “high on the hog”, we’d stop at a grocery store and get some bread and bologna.
Mom and I were careful not to drink too much water. It was fine to stop long enough for Dad to “water the bushes”, but heaven forbid that Mom and I had to stop unless it was for gas….then we made a mad dash into the gas station for the ever-present bathroom key that opened the hell hole sewage pit. You know the one…behind the gas station, in the alley between the old tires and the dead car parts. But it was better than squattin’ in the bushes off the side of the road (I’ve done that plenty of times). These road trips were long before Ipods, Ipads, and CD players. If I were really lucky, my brother would play the license plate game with me. I don’t know how we passed the time, but we managed. We dreaded these trips when we were kids. What I wouldn’t give right now to hop in the car with my parents and have one of those hellish road trips. Sadly, I don’t have any pictures from those days. But here is one from a short Easter trip to see the California cousins. That’s me in the middle. I have no idea what kind of top knot was on top of my head! The tall one is my too-cool-for-Easter Eggs brother, and the old Ford Comet is on the right. Good times.
I just returned from a different kind of vacation/road trip. And since I have no life, I will tell you all about it (in detail) in future posts. It was amazing!!!!!!!!!!
Why is change so hard? I don’t know about you, but I get terribly bored with the same routine every single day. But I resist when things change. Maybe what I want is a little more excitement when I’m doing the same things? I can see a down-side to that too. I work in the medical field, so excitement is not necessarily a good thing. But to resist change seems to be ingrained in almost all of us, including dogs.
I’m getting ready for THE BIG TRIP. YEAH! More on my vacation plans later, but definitely excitement and change in my boring life. I can’t wait for the adventure, but I am secretly dreading the change in my routine….my pillow, my bed (or recliner), my tv, my husband (I’m flying solo), and of course….the dogs.
They will be home alone for longer hours, so we installed a doggie door to accomodate their potty breaks. So this morning I dig into the treat bag and begin the task of teaching my uber-intelligent German Shepherds to push through a clear barrier. My dogs are VERY respectful of gates, doors, fences, and windows. It’s a work in progess and I got them to go back and forth several times (for treats), but I am still not sure if they will get the connection about being able to get outside on their own. We shall see.
During this process, I snapped a couple of pics of Beau, my 5 year old male. He’s laying in front of the doggy door. He’s used it a couple of times, but yet he makes no attempt to bolt through it into the open garage on the other side. It made me think a little bit. I worry that my dogs don’t get to do dog things like chasing rabbits and swimming in ponds. Yet here is Beau with the perfect opportunity to escape this prison and he makes no attempt to go. I’d like to think that it’s because he doesn’t want to leave my side, but I know that it’s more likely that it simply never occurred to him. How often in my life have barriers been removed that keep me from change and fun and excitement, and it simply doesn’t dawn on my pea-brain to walk through the door into an adventure? Instead, I end up snoozing in front of the open door, watching life go by. Pets really do adapt to their owner’s lifestyle, don’t you think?
So I will traipse off into my multi-state adventure, leaving behind my pillow, my hubby and my dogs with only my Iphone for comfort. I have a week left to gear up for this! Wish me luck!