Posts Tagged: Momma


11
Oct 08

Make Toasted Pumpkin Seeds (In 18 Baby Steps)

(Voiced by 5 month old Jack-Evan, Typed by Mommy)

Pumpkin Night 2008 by you.

…testing…testing…Hello?  Is this thing on?

Pumpkin Night 2008 by you.

Yes?  …ok.. Hello, Jack-Evan here, reporting from the pumpkin patch.
Today I am going to show you how to make toasted pumpkin seeds.

Pumpkin Night 2008 by you.

The first thing you need to make pumpkin seeds is, well, a pumpkin.
If you are not allowed to handle knives, you’ll also need a mommy.

Pumpkin Night 2008 by you.

Then, you will be removing the top to reveal the yummy seeds inside.

Pumpkin Night 2008 by you.

Reach your hand inside, and begin scooping them out.

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(See?  Isn’t it easy so far?)

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Or you may simply choose to remove them through the pumpkin’s nose.
(Although I wouldn’t recommend it)

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After your pumpkin is empty….

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….your bowl will be full.

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You will then need to separate the seeds from the stringy flesh.
Put the flesh in the ‘fridge, and leave the seeds out.
(Don’t bother rinsing them.  You want this to be easy.)

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Melt some butter in the microwave, and pour it on the seeds.
Use your hands to mix up the seeds so they all get coated with yummy butter.

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Assemble your seasonings of choice.
Mommy makes 3 different coatings using salt, garlic, and cinnamon-sugar.

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Sprinkle some salt on your pan.

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Spread your seeds out in a flat layer on your pan(s).
Mommy seasoned the top pan with salt, and split the second pan
between the garlic and sugar seasonings.

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Heat your oven to 275F. 

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Place your seasoned seeds in the oven.
(Don’t forget to close the door)

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Set the timer for an hour, and press start.

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Go have yourself a snack of something orange in celebration of the fall.
In your excitement, though, please do not eat the raw pumpkin flesh.
Smooshed Carrots will work just fine.

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When your timer dings, remove your toasted seeds and let them cool down

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Store in baggies, and label them so your tastebuds will know what to expect.

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….and that’s how you make toasted pumpkin seeds.

The End. :)

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THIS POST IS IN LOVING MEMORY OF

Mrs. Momma Pumpkin

To us, she gave her all….

Pumpkin Night 2008 by you.

 


28
Jan 08

Ode to the Laundry Fairy

I love writing.  I love writing poems even better!  The sillier they are, the more I like them.  I guess it stems from all the books my mom use to read to me when I was little….the rhyming, the meter, everything about a poem just makes me all bubbly inside.

There is a joke in my family stemming back from the moment I first got married that I now had to do my own laundry (I sadly admit that before marriage I was one of those lucky spoiled ones who still lived at home and “momma did it for me”).  She was a stay-at-home mom and enjoyed taking care of us.   Unfortunately, I never gave the laundry a second thought back then.   It was always just as if my clothes somehow magically cleaned themselves.  After marriage, months and months passed before I got the hang of doing not only my laundry, but my husbands large, filthy, stinky, mud crusted work clothes as well.  Ewww….and don’t get me started on mud-crusty balled up size 13 men’s socks.  I hated it with a passion!!   “Where is my little laundry fairy??” I would often cry.

This poem just popped outta me today (yeh, yeh, I’m good like that) and I thought I would post it.

(By the way, I still dream of the day when I can have my own Laundry Fairy again though.)


It’s Monday morning,
In your newlywed life,
You sit up in bed,
And think “I’m a wife!”

Over in the corner,
Wait….what do you see?
16 pairs of pants
And 32 Tees!

But they are all dirty,
Covered with filth.
(Where is that fairy?!)
Now you’re feelin’ some guilt.

Your husband is yellin’
There’s nothin to wear!
But he hasn’t helped,
So why should you care?!

You look out the window
For her glittering wings
While your laundry lays limp,
Growing the grossest of things.

When you were younger,
She was always around,
Pickin’ up and cleaning
Your clothes from the ground.

But where is she now,
That darn laundry fairy?
You never suspected she’d
Disappear when you married!

As the weeks passed,
The piles grew and grew
Till you both were down
To your last underroo.

You finally call mom
To ask what has happened;
But get very discouraged
When she starts a laughin’.

Sweet daughter, she chimes
Why, didn’t you know?
She’s there with you now,
And she’s ready to go!

I don’t understand!
You miserably sigh,
I’m looking around
But see only my guy!

Well go to the bathroom
And here’s what you’ll see…
Staring back from that mirror
Is your new Laundry Fairy!


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Poem Copyright © 1-28-2008, Lisa,  from Little Jack’s Corner