Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

Mr. Bernie shoveling.

Billings, Montana got quite a snowfall over the weekend. This reminded me of a great perk in being married, I didn't have to shovel! Whooo whoooo!! I used to HATE having to shovel off my car and the sidewalk. Hate it, I tell you. When I was single I used to want a boyfriend by winter so he could shovel me out. After a snowfall I would wake up and hope that one of my ex's would decide they wanted to surprise me and shovel my car out. That never happened, but I had hopes. They didn't even have to come in and visit, just brush off my car and shovel the walk and leave. I toyed with the idea of teaching my cats to shovel, but that never panned out. The shovels wouldn't stay attached to their backs, even with duct tape. They were useless. Yesterday, I was feeling such joy and love as I watched the Mr. shovel us out and brush off the car. Sadly, at this point, we only have one shovel. So alas, I was unable to help. I was on my phone to my friend, Jenny, telling her how wonderful it was to … [Read more...]

~Bernie

Sweet Little Egg Patties, Aka: Angel Food Cupcakes

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Angel Food cake and I don't get along.  I can care less if its Mr. Bernie's favorite cake. I wouldn't try another recipe for Angel Food anything if my hair was on fire. Stupid, sticky, sweet dumb cake. I'm so mad at Angel Food cake, that I don't think I would even eat a piece just out of principle. Yesterday,I wrote about my first attempt at Angel Food cake and how awful it was.  One would think that in six years I might have improved, but no. I found an amazing Angel Food cupcake with lime frosting on the blog,  "haute apple pie" It looked amazing, as you will see if you click the link. The gal wrote very easy peasy instructions. My stupid thought was cupcakes would be easier than a cake. I did a fine job of whipping life into the eggs. Lovely peaks, I was so proud. My downfall was the folding in the flour part. Don't stir, don't mix, just fold the batter over the flour. How easy is that?  I sifted the sugar and flour mixture several times and finally sifted it into the batter. I … [Read more...]

~Bernie

Angel Food Cake Is A Recipe For Disaster

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Happy Birthday to my husband,  Mr. Bernie. Boy does that feel weird saying, "husband."  I almost feel like a little kid who learns a new swear word and has to keep testing it out. Husband, husband, husband. There! Got that out of my system. Since its Mr. Bernie's birthday, I need to bake a cake and cook dinner. When I first moved to Montana I really was not a cook. I could bake a mean cake or pan of bars, but cooking for myself was not my strong suit. My dinners were not something Mr. Bernie approved of, so he would have me out for dinner every night. He was complaining that I was not eating properly and needed to eat real meals.   Let me share my top three dinners with you and see if you think they are wrong. Chicken Ramen, I would get protein from the chicken flavor packet provided. Macaroni and Cheese, this would provide me with my diary allotment. Popcorn, corn is a vegetable as we all know. Duh. I was eating my veggies. One of the first birthday's I spent with him, I … [Read more...]

~Bernie

I Wonder If I Can File Sexual Harassment Charges Against My Garbage Can?

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When Mr. Bernie and I  registered for our wedding, we signed up for a new garbage can. Our old can was old, white and not very special. We wanted one of those shiny new metal looking garbage cans. The Mr.'s Auntie and Uncle surprised us with a metal garbage can that was automatic! How cool is that? No more fighting to get the can open. No more spilling over the sides. No more cats digging in the garbage can for things they could bat across the floor. It was amazing. I must admit, I did the happy dance when we opened it. Fast forward a couple of weeks after having it out of the box. Now I'm wondering if my garbage "likes" me more than it should. We have it at the end of our island, and anytime we walk by it, the garbage can opens. That means if I'm getting some creamer out of the fridge, I suddenly feel something touching my behind. The lid raises anytime it senses motion. The first time it happened, I screamed. Mr. Bernie came running thinking I might have burned myself. (Bless his … [Read more...]

~Bernie