Friday, April 30, 2010

Mr. Birthday Boy Gets His Just Desserts

Here is something to really drool over--one of
Mr. Birthday Boy's most fave desserts! This ooey, gooey mess of a thing is basically one ginorm chocolate chip cookie except with a lot less flour and a lot more b-u-t-t-e-r. Come on over for a slice or two, although you may have to wrastle for it with Mr. Birthday Boy.



Toll House Pie




Yay for pre-made, store-bought crusts!

Beat eggs until frothy. (Don't you love saying that word, "frothy"?)

Only a smideon of flour gets to join the party.

Good stuff comin' down the pike--SUGAR!

More SUGAR!

And now for the butter.

Did I mention there would be butter?

Oh. And there's lots and lots of butter,
just in case you were sleeping through that part.

Chocolate. Enough said there.

Pop the pie into the oven for one hour.
Meanwhile, go do some online shopping for cute Steve Madden shoes.

Serve it up with some cookie dough ice cream. Or is it too matchy-matchy to serve cookie dough pie with cookie dough ice cream? Sorta like wearing a vintage fabric headband with a matching vintage ruffled blouse with a matching vintage purse that has an enormous vintage fabric flower slapped on the side of it? Yeah, that kind of matchy-matchy. Oh well. Go for the matchy-matchy pie and ice cream; it's all delish.


TOLL HOUSE PIE
2 eggs
1/2 cup flour
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 cup butter, melted and cooled to room temperature
6 oz. semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
1 9" unbaked pie shell

Preheat oven to 325 degrees. In large bowl beat eggs until frothy. Add flour, sugar, and brown sugar, beating until well blended. Blend in melted butter. Stir in chocolate chips and walnuts, if using. Pour into unbaked pie shell. Bake for one hour. Pie may be frozen after baking. Recipe may be doubled.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Who Is That Birthday Boy?




Let's play: Name This Baby Face
Can you guess who was due for the free birthday corndog offered by Wienershnizel for all good birthday boys and girls?
(Classy place to go for one's b-day!)
I'm really diggin' that sweet bike!
And those high-waisted pants . . .


Instead of cashing in on his free birthday corndog (probably a very wise decision), Mr. Birthday Boy opted to go with me to see these very cool hep cats:
My sincerest apologies to Christian for chopping off his head; I swear it wasn't my fault.



HAPPY BIRTHDAY(yesterday), DAVE
aka MR. BIRTHDAY BOY
aka MR. BABY FACE
aka MR. HIGH PANTS!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The Op!era: Neither a Borrower Nor a Lender Be



In an effort to stuff a little culture into our lives, I decided we should slap on our Sunday-go-tuh-meetin' clothes and attend the op!era. A quick tutorial--one must say "opera" like this: Op! clearly making a popping sound with the "p", then continuing on with er, . . . aaahhh, as in, "Er, aaah, I'm not so sure I want to sit through all of that quavering singing which is rattling those Swarovski crystal chandeliers hanging oh-so-precariously above my head. Can I just skip it?"

I'm pretty positive that some patrons in attendance thought they were going to see Oprah instead of the op!era. I heard some of them grumbling about being extremely disappointed after having just sat through three hours of vibrato, and there was not even a Pontiac car give-away at the end.

Here is a sample of what transpired during those three hours.
Full disclosure: There was no live horsey in the production we saw.
Nor was there quite as much, um, well, you know.
As I sat there watching the op!era feeling all hoity-toity and high-society-ish, I kept wondering to myself how many of my fellow audience members were silently singing along with the music but substituting the French lyrics being sung on stage for the lyrics of a classic Gilligan's Island episode wherein Herald Hecuba mounts Shakespeare's Hamlet using the music from Carmen. Don't know what I'm talking about? Gee whiz, go get some culture, and watch some after-school t.v.!


LYRICS SUNG BY GILLIGAN
THE TOREADOR SONG FROM "CARMEN" BEGINS
Stage is cobbled together with bamboo poles
Curtain made of the castaways' discarded clothing

Neither a borrower nor a lender be,      
Do not forget: Stay out of debt;      
Think twice, and take this good advice from me,      
Guard that old solvency.      
There’s just one other thing you ought to do,      
To thine own self be true.

(Wait.  A curtain made from the castaways' discarded clothing? Did you catch that? And they had extra clothing?  For a three-hour tour?  A three-hour tour?  I know that Ginger and Lovey had loads of extra junk, but why did Skipper have extra blue shirts and khaki pants, enough to be sewn into a stage curtain?  Perhaps he had a premonition of the weather getting rough and the tiny ship being tossed.  Golly, if not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Minnow would be lost.  The Minnow would be lost!)  Are you lost?  Trust me.  This is funny stuff.


Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The Penguinettes

I don't know quite how to introduce the following clip except to say that I think we literally stunned the church congregation with this wacked-out silliness. To my memory, this particular ward has never done or seen any kind of lip sync-ish thing, so I decided it was TIME. Our performance was at the end of a very dignified and serious Primary in Excellence program where the children shared their musical and artsy talents, and the audience politely clapped and nodded and smiled. Well, we burst that little feel-good bubble.

And, yes, I admit it was my very own hare-brained idea from start to finish to wrangle these ladies into making spectacles of themselves just to satisfy an apparently long-suppressed and unacknowledged burning desire of mine to be Dick Van Dyke.
Do I hear you laughing? I'd bet my Swiss bank account (if I had one) that you are laughing AT me and not WITH me? Thought so.


*Those penguin pants were curiously quite comfortable and began to grow on me; after a while I swear I started channeling MC Hammer.

Friday, April 09, 2010

Trash Can Kings

Jeepers. This kid is such a rock star.

From a polished and sleek Steinway to a beaten-to-a-bloody-pulp garbage can. You gotta give Christian props--he's a very well rounded dude. And he wears a tuxedo and a hoodie equally well, don't you think?


Christian is Mr. Black Hood No. 5 as you look from right to left.
You can see him start his solo at the 2:03 mark.
Considering that this was performed at a 7:45 a.m. pep assembly, I'm guessing the student body was pretty bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after that awesomeness.

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

MUSE IN CONCERT!


(Photos taken with my phone so not the best . . . but better than nothin')





Definitely the highlight of the entire concert was when Christopher Wolstenholme started playing "Man With a Harmonica" from one of my top three favorite movies, Once Upon a Time in the West. I'm pretty sure only about 1% of the entire audience had a clue as to what that was all about, which made it even more awesome. He then hucked his harmonica into the audience. I was feeling uber-jealous of the lucky duck who snagged that pop fly.

I think Matthew Bellamy was wearing a duct tape suit; Christopher Wolstenholme snubbed his nose at Utah's no smoking laws throughout the whole concert; and Dominic Harward truly beat those drums into complete submission til they were screaming for mercy.

The show was definitely worth the price of admission times two. Loved it so much!!!



An interesting observation as I was leaving the arena: None of that distinctive "burning vegetation" smell hanging in the air. Guess security was doing their job last night. But my feet were swimming in Bud Light . . .

Saturday, April 03, 2010

From Our Hearts to His Wall


So it seems that on P-days Elder Sean hangs out in yet another Internet cafe' that unfortunately hosts the CHUG-A-LUG variety of computers which are unable to send photos, thus making me very, very frustrated that he can't zip off any new photos to us. I swear, we've only received about a dozen pictures from him during his entire mission. No foolin'. Can a mom call "foul" without losing any of her blessings she freely acknowledges as coming from having a boy on a mish?

I'm really hoping and praying that the lack of recent photos truly is due to the CHUG-A-LUG computers Sean is obliged to use and not because Sean has had an ear whacked off by a machete or some such nonsense causing him to be just plain scared to let us see that horror in a photo. I'm pretty sure he figures that we are astute enough to notice something like that, for goodness sake. He has been hinting a lot lately about stories that must wait until after the mission. I'm playing the odds that say that these are NOT Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm stories. Can you now understand my machete hangup? I think I need therapy.

k. So, because of the lack of recent pictures, I'm posting a photo of Sean which we received a couple of months ago featuring the handiwork of my little band of hooligans. And since I'm in charge of all of these little hooligans, I made sure that a lot of LUV went into Sean's poster. Sean wrote,
"Enjoy the photo that I am going to send you because I sure enjoyed receiving the big poster from the Primary! You guys are so thoughtful. I enjoyed all of the inspiring messages that were shared, and I really appreciate the effort that you put into sending me that! I hung it over my bed so I always wake up and go to bed with a smile."
Even if Sean comes home with only one ear, you can't resist loving a boy who writes something that sweet.