I know this because Blogger says so. I type my username. I type my password. I click "remember me". It never does. I can try logging in within seconds of logging out and still I have to remind it who I am. I thought I was more interesting than that, but apparently not.
Oak is a sailor. At least, he cusses like one. When he's crying he throws every curse in the book at me. I find it somewhat funny. His little baby cussing sure does get his point across. He's been doing it a lot these last few days. He's really unhappy ever since the fever and resulting rash. Roseola was the official diagnosis. I just want my baby back. This one is not what I'm used to. I think teething is a definate possibility to be causing such strife. I am religiously dosing with Tylenol but it doesn't seem to do much. I may try Ibuprofen. I just need him to sleep.
Apple butter in the crock pot is delish. Recipe: chunked up apples (peeled and cored) to fill to top of the crock pot, pumpkin pie spice or at least cinnamon, a good Rachel Ray palm full, sugar to the tune of about 4 cups (I did 7-8lbs of apples). Toss into crock pot and give a quick stir. I started on high for about 2 hours then turned down to low. Let it go all night. Stir in the morning. Mash apples with spoon as you stir. Apple butter turns a dark brown color that you will recognize if you've ever had apple butter. When it's the right consistancy it's done. Leave lid cracked a bit so extra moisture can escape. Next on the agenda is pear butter. Yummy! I've seen people freeze cooled apple butter. I plan to can it if it doesn't get devoured. I suspect my jars won't make it out of the dishwasher in time to be used. I have a feeling it will be all gone.
Dh has an appointment for the snip-snip consultation. Wahoo! I'm actually quite excited. I don't want any more babies. I wouldn't mind a couple of adopted ones down the road somewhere, but no more from this womb please. I have a hard enough time keeping everything where it belongs now. I will leave the baby-birthing to Dawn and whomever else isn't done yet. I will live blissfully and vicariously through them. For me, I'm done.
Speaking of Dawn, please send "stick baby stick" vibes out into the universe. I so desperately want this baby to hang on for her. "She" is loved, and so is Dawn.
Stick baby stick. Stick baby stick. Stick baby stick.
Becka, write faster. I need more.
2 comments:
daaaang! You used all the sugar! How did it come out? I only used 1 cup for the whole crock pot full.
Really? Wow! I am doing pear butter right now and I cut the sugar way down. I think I used a cup and a half. The apple butter is delicious. I'll have to try the next batch with less sugar, it seemed like a ton to me too, unnecessarily so.
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