This past Saturday I was laying on the couch and started
noticing one of my houseplants starting to shake. That does happen a lot because our apartment
tends to shake if the wind blows the right way or if a big truck drives past. (Side
note: one time when I still worked early mornings at Target, I came home one
morning and turned on the show Numbers. I started dozing off and all of a
sudden a bomb went off on the tv right as a big truck drove by. Talk about special effects!) But this time it lasted quite a bit longer
than normal. I asked Caleb if we were
having an earthquake and he said it was probably just the wind, but the tree
next door wasn’t moving enough for winds strong enough to shake the apartment
that much. Turns out, there was a 4.3
magnitude earthquake in eastern Kentucky.
Crazy! That’s the second earthquake I’ve
felt in my life, and hopefully the last.
Saturday I also wanted to do some baking. I started off making 3 apple crisps from the
bags of apples I have in the freezer. I
was looking over the recipe after I had slid all of them into the oven and
noticed that I forgot to put flour in the topping. I’m hoping that it will turn out just
fine. I mean, can you really go wrong
with just butter, sugar, and oatmeal? Then I
made some peanut butter blossoms. You
know, those peanut butter cookies with the sugar coating and the Hershey kiss
on top? Well, I pulled them out of the
oven and they were as flat as could be.
I called my mom telling her all about my failure and she helped me
figure out that only put ¾ cup of flour in instead of 1 ¾. There I went again forgetting a whole cup of
flour. I guess I was trying to be gluten
free or something. I redeemed myself by
successfully making another batch with enough flour except this time I burnt
the bottoms of them. :-( I considered it a slight victory over my last
attempt though. And they still got
gobbled up without much judgment by my small group.
Sunday morning (I guess technically this one would go in
next week’s blog, but, eh, just some bonus material for you) Caleb got to
preach at church. He had to do it for
his preaching class, but he still loves to preach any chance he gets. He’s pretty much my favorite preacher. :)
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Here are some other things I whipped up this week. I’m trying to figure out how many foods I can
make from scratch to cut back on some costs, and because I enjoy doing it (not
to mention how many things are healthier for you without all of the preservatives,
but I’m not that big of a health nut to dwell on such topics, I’m more of a
penny pincher).
Homemade Hamburger Helper!
I scored some 50 cent boxes of pasta a couple of weeks ago
at Kroger. I’m almost embarrassed by the
amount of pasta we have in our pantry, but hey, cheap pasta. I found some recipes for homemade hamburger
helper and repurposed some old Starbucks Frappuccino bottles thanks to my
parental units.
This stuff is actually pretty easy to make. You pretty much just turn shredded Colby jack
cheese into American cheese using the food processor. I nibbled on it a bit after it set and it
doesn’t taste as creamy as Velveeta, but we are putting it to the test tonight
in some cheesy broccoli casserole. This
isn’t much of a cost saver since real cheese is so expensive compared to
velveeta, but I think it’s fun to make.
Also, if I could ever score a deal of a big hunk of cheese that I could
even shred myself, it would most likely be a money saver.
Oh, and Caleb picked me this flower from a parking lot the other day. :-) He's cute.
Oh, and Caleb picked me this flower from a parking lot the other day. :-) He's cute.
That's all. :-)
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