Sunday, March 20, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
They Can't All Be Good Ones
Hey buckaroos! Done any good thrifting lately? I sure hope that you've had some successes as I sure haven't. I keep having dud thrift store days. Coupled with the fact that Easter is coming up and the thrift stores use this as their excuse to bring out every basket ever donated, I'm having to keep a sense of humor about my thrifting. It's not hard though. I've always enjoyed the novelty side of thrift store finds almost as much as the great scores.
My latest trip yielded the opportunity to purchase the following items (and no..even though I'm not always known for my tasteful choices, I didn't buy any of these!)
First up..
Ain't nobody here but us grandchickens!
This one especially made me giggle because I feel like I know just where the person who made this was coming from and who it was probably gifted to. As a person who has no kids, my parents get lots of talk about the alternate grands from my household - "alternate grands" being anything that isn't an actual living, breathing human grandchild but something else that we barren children use to try and replace living, breathing human grandchildren though they often fall short of the goal.
Such as:
Badly Behaved Mannequin Boys
Badly Behaved House Cats
Kind of makes grandchickens look better and better, doesn't it? As someone who has actually given my parents gifts or notes signed from alternate grands in the past, I especially appreciate the cheerful gold glitter paint on the frame here and the sheer size of the frame (huge!) and have to wonder if it was gifted by a child to their parent or if perhaps...just perhaps the grandparent made this for themselves because they loved their grandchickens so much. And what is the resale possibility of this item? I love thrift stores - if for nothing else than their unfailing optimism that there is a buyer for everything...and let me remind you that there is:
Didn't expect to see her again, did you?
Sorry about that. Need something to wash the bad taste of pantyhose crafted thrifting past out of your mouth? Maybe this next item will be useful. Here we have something that I have never seen in a thrift store:
A Pimp Cup!
Bless it's heart with it's crookedly applied glittery ribbon trim. Not nearly as "royale" as advertised on the carton. Did the receiver of this gift keep it in the original carton for a while before resigning themselves to the fact that they just weren't pimp material and never would be? I'd like to have seen the thrift store pricer deciding what price category a pimp cup should go in. $8.99 is hardly royale. It's hard out there for a pimp cup.
And to round things out:
Cute Kitten Resting In A Stripper Heel
(You hear that? That's my blog hit counter working overtime from stripper heel fetishists hitting the pavement at Ranch Dressing after phrase searching on Google. Welcome y'all!)
Okay seriously, how can a jacked-up pimp cup go for $8.99 when this beauty is a mere $1.99? And that poor kitten! Left pining at home alone again while its owner goes out to earn the cat litter money. Story of my life, I tell ya.
Well kids, those were pretty much the highlights of my latest thrifting trip. It just goes to show that some days are epic "oh my god, this vintage Pyrex bowl doesn't even have a chip!" days and other days are well, Grandchicken Pimpin' Kittens In Stripper Heels kinds of days.
Until next time (one man's trash is another man's treasure, yo),
x's and o's,
Eartha
My latest trip yielded the opportunity to purchase the following items (and no..even though I'm not always known for my tasteful choices, I didn't buy any of these!)
First up..
Ain't nobody here but us grandchickens!
This one especially made me giggle because I feel like I know just where the person who made this was coming from and who it was probably gifted to. As a person who has no kids, my parents get lots of talk about the alternate grands from my household - "alternate grands" being anything that isn't an actual living, breathing human grandchild but something else that we barren children use to try and replace living, breathing human grandchildren though they often fall short of the goal.
Such as:
Badly Behaved Mannequin Boys
Badly Behaved House Cats
Kind of makes grandchickens look better and better, doesn't it? As someone who has actually given my parents gifts or notes signed from alternate grands in the past, I especially appreciate the cheerful gold glitter paint on the frame here and the sheer size of the frame (huge!) and have to wonder if it was gifted by a child to their parent or if perhaps...just perhaps the grandparent made this for themselves because they loved their grandchickens so much. And what is the resale possibility of this item? I love thrift stores - if for nothing else than their unfailing optimism that there is a buyer for everything...and let me remind you that there is:
Didn't expect to see her again, did you?
Sorry about that. Need something to wash the bad taste of pantyhose crafted thrifting past out of your mouth? Maybe this next item will be useful. Here we have something that I have never seen in a thrift store:
A Pimp Cup!
Bless it's heart with it's crookedly applied glittery ribbon trim. Not nearly as "royale" as advertised on the carton. Did the receiver of this gift keep it in the original carton for a while before resigning themselves to the fact that they just weren't pimp material and never would be? I'd like to have seen the thrift store pricer deciding what price category a pimp cup should go in. $8.99 is hardly royale. It's hard out there for a pimp cup.
And to round things out:
Cute Kitten Resting In A Stripper Heel
(You hear that? That's my blog hit counter working overtime from stripper heel fetishists hitting the pavement at Ranch Dressing after phrase searching on Google. Welcome y'all!)
Okay seriously, how can a jacked-up pimp cup go for $8.99 when this beauty is a mere $1.99? And that poor kitten! Left pining at home alone again while its owner goes out to earn the cat litter money. Story of my life, I tell ya.
Well kids, those were pretty much the highlights of my latest thrifting trip. It just goes to show that some days are epic "oh my god, this vintage Pyrex bowl doesn't even have a chip!" days and other days are well, Grandchicken Pimpin' Kittens In Stripper Heels kinds of days.
Until next time (one man's trash is another man's treasure, yo),
x's and o's,
Eartha
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Baby, Don't You Cry. Let's Make A Pie.
Hello my little buckaroos! Did anyone take the opportunity to celebrate National Pie Day today? Oh yes, it's a real holiday! And one that I can get behind, let me tell you. And no doubt, it's holidays such as this one that have also added to my actual behind too. But what can make a person forget about that spare junk in the trunk? That's right, buckaroos! Whiskey!
Oh don't worry. I'm not lushing it up. I made a whiskey pie! This year's celebratory pie was the Jack Daniels Whiskey, Chocolate and Pecan Pie. Oh yes, the holy trifecta of feel-good ingredients.
We here in the South are crazy about our Jack Daniels and our pecans. And if you add chocolate, then well howdy...Heaven.
If you want to add it to your recipe box, here's how it's done, hon!
First The Ingredients:
3 jumbo eggs, lightly beaten
1 cup granulated sugar
2 tablespoons unsalted butter, completely melted
1 cup dark corn syrup
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1/4 cup Jack Daniels Whiskey
1/2 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1 cup whole pecans
1 (10-inch) unbaked, frozen pie crust (or freshly made if so inclined)
Let's Make A Pie!
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.
2. In a mixing bowl, beat eggs, sugar, butter, corn syrup, vanilla extract and Jack Daniels until very well combined.
3. Sprinkle chocolate chips over bottom of unbaked pie crust. Add a few more if you like.
4. Cover with pecans.
5. Pour filling over all.
6. Bake for 35 to 40 minutes or until a knife inserted halfway between the center and the edge comes out clean.
7. Let set at least 30 minutes before serving.
You've Got Pie!
Notes:
* Some versions of this recipe say to strain the liquid mixture before pouring into your pie.
* I once made this pie for the Mister's family and forgot to lightly beat the eggs before adding them. Guess what I got? A wonderful pie with scrambled eggs mixed in. No joke. So, beat those eggs now!
* You might have a little filling left over. Don't let it spook you. And for pete's sake...don't drink it. Trust me. Though, if you dab a little behind your ears, it drives them wild.
* If you want your Karo syrup to come out of your measuring cup easier, spray the cup with a little nonstick spray.
* You're going to want to bake it until it's no longer runny. This may take a little more time than noted. If you do have to remove it while it's still a little runny, just pop it into the fridge for a while and it will congeal more.
* This pie should be kept in the refrigerator but a quick zap of a piece in the microwave will get the molten pie love flowing before eating. And I highly recommend it with ice cream!
I'd like to give a little shout-out to my sous chef, Pip who always spends time in the kitchen with me when I cook. She used to scratch on the cabinets to get my attention while I cooked until one day, I pulled up a stool and put her on it. Now, she always goes there and politely watches me cook. We had a big health scare with her this week and it made me really happy to have her back by my side today.
It's Pip!
Oh, and strange thing about Pip - even though she was spayed as a kitten, when the dishwasher is running, it sends her into some kind of mock heat. She rolls around in front of it and tries to get it to mate with her.
The heart wants what the heart wants.
Well, buckaroos...I think I'll ramble off to the kitchen now and have some more of that pie and see National Pie Day out in style. And I might just turn that dishwasher on for Pip to celebrate both the holiday and her return to good health.
I'll leave you with this lovely flashback morsel. I hope that one of these days, I'll own this game and can incorporate it into National Pie Day.
Until next time (may all of your pies be a la mode),
x's and o's,
Eartha
Oh don't worry. I'm not lushing it up. I made a whiskey pie! This year's celebratory pie was the Jack Daniels Whiskey, Chocolate and Pecan Pie. Oh yes, the holy trifecta of feel-good ingredients.
We here in the South are crazy about our Jack Daniels and our pecans. And if you add chocolate, then well howdy...Heaven.
If you want to add it to your recipe box, here's how it's done, hon!
First The Ingredients:
3 jumbo eggs, lightly beaten
1 cup granulated sugar
2 tablespoons unsalted butter, completely melted
1 cup dark corn syrup
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1/4 cup Jack Daniels Whiskey
1/2 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1 cup whole pecans
1 (10-inch) unbaked, frozen pie crust (or freshly made if so inclined)
Let's Make A Pie!
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.
2. In a mixing bowl, beat eggs, sugar, butter, corn syrup, vanilla extract and Jack Daniels until very well combined.
3. Sprinkle chocolate chips over bottom of unbaked pie crust. Add a few more if you like.
4. Cover with pecans.
5. Pour filling over all.
6. Bake for 35 to 40 minutes or until a knife inserted halfway between the center and the edge comes out clean.
7. Let set at least 30 minutes before serving.
You've Got Pie!
Notes:
* Some versions of this recipe say to strain the liquid mixture before pouring into your pie.
* I once made this pie for the Mister's family and forgot to lightly beat the eggs before adding them. Guess what I got? A wonderful pie with scrambled eggs mixed in. No joke. So, beat those eggs now!
* You might have a little filling left over. Don't let it spook you. And for pete's sake...don't drink it. Trust me. Though, if you dab a little behind your ears, it drives them wild.
* If you want your Karo syrup to come out of your measuring cup easier, spray the cup with a little nonstick spray.
* You're going to want to bake it until it's no longer runny. This may take a little more time than noted. If you do have to remove it while it's still a little runny, just pop it into the fridge for a while and it will congeal more.
* This pie should be kept in the refrigerator but a quick zap of a piece in the microwave will get the molten pie love flowing before eating. And I highly recommend it with ice cream!
I'd like to give a little shout-out to my sous chef, Pip who always spends time in the kitchen with me when I cook. She used to scratch on the cabinets to get my attention while I cooked until one day, I pulled up a stool and put her on it. Now, she always goes there and politely watches me cook. We had a big health scare with her this week and it made me really happy to have her back by my side today.
It's Pip!
Oh, and strange thing about Pip - even though she was spayed as a kitten, when the dishwasher is running, it sends her into some kind of mock heat. She rolls around in front of it and tries to get it to mate with her.
The heart wants what the heart wants.
Well, buckaroos...I think I'll ramble off to the kitchen now and have some more of that pie and see National Pie Day out in style. And I might just turn that dishwasher on for Pip to celebrate both the holiday and her return to good health.
I'll leave you with this lovely flashback morsel. I hope that one of these days, I'll own this game and can incorporate it into National Pie Day.
Until next time (may all of your pies be a la mode),
x's and o's,
Eartha
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Happy Holidays from The Ranch
My posts have been slim through the holiday season but I have a whole file of crazy holiday stuff to show y'all after Christmas! - kind of the dredges from the yuletide cheer barrel, if you will...so stay tuned.
We here at the ranch wish you lots of love and peace this holiday season. And joy...more joy than you can shake a stick at!
Until next time,
x's and o's (and ho ho ho!),
Eartha
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