Showing posts with label Meme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meme. Show all posts

Friday, January 2, 2009

Dogs, Tags, Meme


Ann at Velvet Lava showcased Wylie and Marcel in a dog meme. I just couldn't resist - please indulge me my two best buddies.




Casey





Suki






What breed are you?
Casey: I'm not sure...Suki; what breed am I?
Suki: You're a Shih Tzu goofball, just like me.

How old are you?
Casey: I am 6 years old - I'm da baby, gotta love me.
Suki: I am 10 and taught Casey everything he knows; but not everything I know. A girl's gotta keep her edge y'no.

What is your full name?
Casey: Casey a.k.a. Buster
Suki: Suk Yee

Do you have any nicknames?
Casey: Everybody calls me something different; fat boy, buster, charles, bone head
Suki: Mamma's baby, sucky baby, high maintenance

Where do you usually sleep?
Casey: With the rest of my pack, on the bed of course
Suki : Wherever mom sleeps, I'm there

What is your favorite thing to do?
Casey: Bark - I have a big boy voice, run around playing tag with my sister, eat, yup I love to eat and I love my treats
Suki: following my mom around - wherever she goes, I go

What is something unusual/interesting about you?
Casey: I won a Mr. Personality prize at the groomers, I love everybody and they love me back, I'm always fighting off the paparazzi
Suki: I'm the runt of my litter but I can run like the wind - I'm very special you see. I also have one black eye and one blue eye so when my picture is taken my right eye usually comes out red and I look like devil dog.

Who is your best friend?
Casey: Everybody is my best friend - my tail is always wagging - with all that activity, you'd have thought I would have lost a pound or two. I wouldn't tell her to her face but really, Suki is my best friend and my half sister (woof)
Suki: My Mom. She can read my mind and knows exactly what I want and when I want it.

Did you go to obedience school? If yes, were you Top Dog or did you flunk out?
Casey: I don't do obedience. I'm very stubborn and when mom wanted to go I told her "it's just not happening". I'm already a good boy.

Suki: I run obedience school here at the house - after all I'm the one who socialized Casey and he didn't turn out too bad.

Can you do any tricks?
Casey: I can hop on all fours like a rabbit. When I have to protect my family I puff up and start hopping on all fours so dogs think I'm really a great dane.
Suki: I can poop on demand - that's a trick isn't it?

Any last comments?
Dogs are people too - we encourage all dogs to do this meme/tag. Hey...Ricki Diet Dessert and Dogs - your dogs are good talkers :)... and we like their pictures, maybe they can tell us more about themselves. StumbleUpon

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Christmas Cake Part I and a MEME




Canadian Living gave this cake a 5 star - good enough for me. This is actually part I of this post. Wrapped in rum soaked cheesecloth, it will sit in the fridge for a month before cutting and icing. Part II will come closer to Christmas.

Ingredients:

2 cups (500 ml) currants
2 cups (500 ml) mixed candied peel
1-1/2 cups (375 ml) coarsely chopped candied pineapple
1-1/2 cups (375 ml) red candied cherries halved
1-1/2 cups (375 ml) seeded raisins (Muscat or Lexia)
1 cup (250 ml) brandy or rum
2 cups (500 ml) all-purpose flour
2 tsp (10 ml) baking powder
1/2 tsp (2 ml) baking soda
1/4 tsp (1 ml) each ground allspice, cinnamon and nutmeg
Pinch of salt
3/4 cup (175 ml) butter, softened
1 cup (250 ml) packed brown sugar
1/3 cup (75 ml) strawberry jam
2 tbsp (25 ml)fancy molasses
5 eggs
1-1/2 cups (375 ml) chopped walnut halves

Preparation:

1. In large bowl, combine currants, mixed peel, pineapple, cherries, raisins and 3/4cup (175 ml) of the brandy/rum; cover and let stand for 24 hours, stirring occasionally.



2. Line base and sides of 13 x 9 inch (3.5 L) metal cake pan with double thickness parchment paper. Set aside.

3. In bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda, allspice, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt - remove 1/2 cup (125 ml) and toss with fruit mixture.



4. In separate bowl, beat together butter, sugar, jam and molasses until fluffy; beat in eggs, 1 at a time. Stir in remaining flour mixture all at once just until incorporated. Add fruit mixture and walnuts; stir to combine. Scrape into prepared pan, smoothing top



5. Set shallow pan on bottom rack of 300 F (150 C) oven; pour in enough water to come halfway up sides of pan. Bake cake on centre rack for 1 hour. Lay foil loosely over cake; bake until cake tested inserted in centre comes out clean but a little sticky, 45-60 minutes. Let cool in pan on rack.



6. Remove cake from pan; peel off paper. Soak double-thickness 16 inch (40 cm) square of cheesecloth in remaining brandy, wrap around cake. Wrap in plastic wrap then foil. Refrigerate for 1 month (Make-ahead; Refrigerate for up to 3 months). Cut crosswise into 6 bars


Nuria from Spanish Recipes has tagged us with this meme.
This Meme has very simple instructions:

*List the Last 10 people who have commented on your blog.
*If you appear on my list, you are tagged and have to do this meme on your own blog too.
*So - who were my last ten commenters?

10) Katie from Good Things Catered
9) Alexandra's Kitchen
8) Nick from The Peanut Butter Boy
7) Ricki of Diet Dessert and Dogs
6) Ohio Mom from Cooking in Cleveland
5) Cakelaw from Laws of the Kitchen
4) Shambo from Please Don't Pass the Salt
3) Bunny from Bunny's Warm Oven
2) That Girl from Paved with Good Intentions
1) Hopie from Hopie's Kitchen

Now answer the following:

1. What is your favourite post from number 3's blog?

It's pretty tough to pick just one and I constantly drive her nuts telling her she'll be solely responsible for my out of control weight gain but...her Elvis Cupcakes are a formidable contender.

2. Has number 10 taken any pictures that have moved you?

This is a very tough question - all of them take great shots and I'm a Libra - you want me to make a choice?? puleez.

3. Does number 6 reply to comments on their blog?

Ohio Mom is one of the most consistent of bloggers - you can ALWAYS be sure to get a response from her injected with good common sense and lots of humour.

4. Which part of blogland is number 2 from?

That Girl is my neighbour to the south in the U.S. of A.

5. If you could give one piece of advice to number 7 what would it be?

Far be it from me to be giving Ricki advice but if I had to make a suggestion to her it would be to not be so hard on herself by imposing deadlines that could drive her nuts.

6. Have you every tried something from number 9's blog?

I haven't as yet but that doesn't mean it's not in my tagged files.

7. Has number 1 blogged something that inspired you?

Recently when Psychgrad came for a visit, we were inspired to try Hopie's Apple Walnut Muffins . We both loved them and if you hurry, I still have a few in my freezer. I'll even put on a fresh pot of coffee.

8. How often do you comment on number 4's blog?

I visit Shambo's blog quite often. We both share an awareness of the dangers of sodium so I'm always checking to see what she's got on the stovetop.

9. Do you wait for number 8 to post excitedly?

Let's say I'm always intrigued by what form peanut butter will take in the next post from Nick. He just never disappoints me.

10. How did number 5's blog change your life?

Cakelaw continually changes my life by giving me foods to try that will grow my pant size. Well...it's a change isn't it? It's also a compliment that the food she prepares is exciting enough to make me want to replicate it.

11. Do you know any of the 10 bloggers in person?

The only blogger on my list that I've actually met is Ricki from Diet, Dessert and Dogs.

12. Do any of your 10 bloggers know each other in person?

Do I look like The National Enquirer?

13. Out of the 10, which updates more frequently?

Oh gosh - each one of them is great at posting often.

14. Which of the 10 keep you laughing?

Yikes - I think that both Ricki at Diet, Dessert and Dogs and That Girl from Paved with Good Intentions both keep me in hysterics.

15. Which of the 10 has made you cry?

The only tears I've really been brought to from this list is not being able to get my fist through the monitor to grab some of the most amazing home made goodies. StumbleUpon

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Tag is a Many Splendour Thing


Our first rite of passage - mom and dad blogger Redacted Recipes put me into "oh gawd, I really have to figure out how to do links properly hell" by tagging us. Psychgrad is already the family expert and I the unwilling grasshopper when it comes to mastering new internet related things.

Here are the rules:
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. Share 5 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

So, here goes - 5 Things you may never want to know about Gizmar (aka Giz) or Psychrad.

1. The thought of eating celery in raw form makes my stomach turn. Although it's never done anything to me, the texture, the smell and even the look of it is a total turn off. (Giz)

2. Related to sickness, I spent over 5 years totally food restricted - no whole grains, no legumes, extremely limited fruit choices, low sodium choices. After a successful kidney transplant in January, 2007, although still obsessed with sodium content in foods, I can eat anything and everything. (Giz)

3. Food disappointments have, on occasion, sparked irrational emotional reactions. For example, while living in England for the better part of a year, I really missed Strub's full sour pickles.



I would even have gone for a Claussen (I have no idea who this guy below is, but I agree with him, even though I had to laugh at the guy).



After multiple sweet pickles, which I spat out on the first bite, I got really excited when I heard that the deli in Harrod's food area served something that sounded like a corned beef sandwich. I think the sandwich was something like 10 pounds. Add another quid or so for a pickle. So...at $25 dollar (Canadian) sandwich seemed reasonable, right? Ok...not so much. But I was really jonesing for a corned beef sandwich with a pickle. Surely, the pickle would be sour -- who eats a sweet pickle with a corned beef sandwich? R and I shared the sandwich -- not because it was massive. We sat patiently waiting for the sandwich. I'm sure to the unaware (of my massive craving) observer, I looked normal. But my taste buds and all other sensory neurons in my body were leaping in excitement for my long-awaited corned beef sandwich and pickle. Finally, it arrived. R doesn't seem to have such attachments to pickles, so he let me take it for myself. I took my first bite....

It was sweet. In the "not sour" sense. I spit out my biteful and handed the pickle to R. Without any intention to respond strongly to my disappointment, tears started streaming down my face. R freaked out - "what's wrong? what happened?" Nothing (my usual response for -- I don't want to talk about it). "Why are you crying?"

I figured, if I'm going to cry in the middle of probably the most famous department store in the world, I should explain it. "I really wanted a sour pickle". Between his laughs, R promised to buy me a full jar of full sour pickles upon returning home to Canada. It wasn't until R and I returned home and he met my mother for the first time, who had cheese blintzes with strawberries waiting for us when we walked into her house after landing in Canada, that he truly understood how important food could be.

For further evidence of my irrational responses to food disappointment see a story from my personal blog (language warning). (Psychgrad)

4. After high school and before beginning my university education I had the bug to do some travelling. One of the spots I visited was the middle east, more specifically Israel. I fell in love with the country and the people and decided to take a longer hiatus from schooling than originally planned. I made many friends, one of whom was a tour guide. We were on a day trip and stopped to visit with some Beduins who were in transit. My friend spoke with them in Arabic and both kept turning to me and smiling. Not wanting to offend anyone, I just smiled back in response. The conversation between the two men continued for about 15 minutes. I couldn't understand any of it but just kept smiling and being polite. Suddenly my tour guide friend suggested in a rather stern voice that I go back to the car and stay there. I didn't really understand why he changed so quickly but once we were on the road again he began laughing hysterically. What??? He proceeded to tell me that he had a wonderful opportunity to sell me to the Beduins for 5 camels and 10 sheep. Apparently this is an extremely good price. To think that I could be part of a harem. (Giz)

5. I tried out for the Canadian Olympic Volleyball Team and received a rejection because I was too short. Maybe in my next life. (Giz)

People we are tagging:

1. Kevin at Closet Cooking
2. Dori at Foodie Fashionista
3. Ronell at My French Kitchen
4. Ruth at Once Upon a Feast
5. Larissa at The Larissa Monologues StumbleUpon
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