Author: Dackel Princess

A Wedding At Breakfast

I went to a wedding this morning. Mine.
I was sorting through some video’s and I came across our wedding tape. While Hubby and I had our second cup of coffee, I put it on. There we were in all our wedding finery, starting our life together. Eighteen and a half years ago.
I had planned the entire wedding. The music, the theme and the flowers. Of course for this wedding I was paying for the entire thing, (well, Hubby and I) so no one could veto my desires. We watched. We saw our daughters, so young, and so beautiful back then, (of course they are even more beautiful now!)our parents, (Hubby’s parents have gone now) and my dear Uncle George who walked me down the isle and gave me away. And sitting in the front row with my mother was my beloved “Uncle” Betty who passed on in December of last year.
The day was filled with promise and love. The comic relief was when Hubby choked saying his vows! I was unusually soft spoken, but we got the job done.
At one point I was weeping into my coffee and I realized that on the film, Uncle Betty was weeping too. Everyone thought she was a tough cookie, but she was really a sentimental woman, who cried watching one of her girls get hitched.
It was one of the happiest days of my life and it was so much fun to relive it, and to see those wonderful much loved faces once again.

Peaches, Peaches And More Peaches!

I’m tired.
Of course I have every reason to be. Today I canned 16 pints of peach halves. 8 brandied peaches and 8 regular syrup bottles.
The actual canning isn’t so bad, but the prep work is the time consuming killer. The dipping, the skinning and the slicing and packing.
At the end of the afternoon I was pleased with my work, but just wanted to lie down and sleep. Of course, that won’t happen for a bit longer. I still have a few other things to accomplish before I can lay down my head.
Tomorrow I will be finishing up the laundry and housework. I really don’t have too much to do, so I may just get the Sunday paper read.
Monday I will fix the “sick bed” with soft cushy pillows, and my favorite blanket and pack my bag. We are meeting friends at an Indian Restaurant for dinner on the way to Amanda’s house, where I will spend the night.
Early Tuesday Mandy and I will drive into Boston and my surgery will be in the late morning.
I still can’t believe that it’s time for the surgery, but here we are.

I won’t be commenting on everyone’s blogs for a bit, but as soon as I am able I will be back to my ever witty repertoire!

Busy Work

I have the feeling that I will be as busy as I was today until I leave here on Monday to go down for my operation on Tuesday. Today I literally did not sit down until dinner.
I made another 9 pints of Moonglow Pickles, got three batches of peaches cleaned, chopped, mixed and ready to make Heavenly Jam tomorrow.


I also did 4 loads of laundry, picked up the mail and my prescriptions at the Pharmacy and took care of the garden and my tomato plants. Oh yes, and cooked a stuffed Lamb breast for our dinner.
(Whew!)
I’m sitting here, in my chair, trying to just relax and do nothing for a while. But that’s hard. I’m finding that the busier that I stay, the easier it is for time to pass. I also find that I am less and less worried about Tuesday.
Friday I’m getting my hair done. Not sure yet if I will crumble and cut it shorter or just get it gently shaped while still growing it out. Stay tuned.
As soon as I get back, we’re making jam. That will take us all afternoon.
Saturday and Sunday I plan to finish the laundry, vacuum, and basically just get the house ready. The only thing I can tell you for sure is this: No more pickle making this year.
But next year…

My Day On Wednesday

1. I got up at 5 AM because my brain clicked on and I couldn’t sleep.
2. Picked up my car at the shop.
3. Stopped at a local farm stand and bought a bunch of cucumbers to make some pickles for Megan. (LOL)
4. Came home and cut the cucumbers, onions and peppers up for the pickles Cutting my thumb up as well.
5. Made an assembly line with Hubby and Emily, (my young neighbor) to dip and peel peaches.

6. Sliced the peaches in half and set them to soak in Fruit Fresh.
7. Made 8 pints of canned Brandied Peaches.
8. Made a 7 pints of regular canned peaches.
9. Washed the floor that had gotten sticky from the dripping peach juice.
10. Washed a ton of dishes from our cooking.
11. Foraged in the refrigerator for dinner.
12. Fed the dogs.
13. Pre registered on the phone for my surgery.

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The News About My Eye

5 Years ago I went in for “simple cataract surgery”. You know, everyone that has that comes home, exclaiming, “Wow, everything is so bright, beautiful and clear, again!”. Not me. The day they removed the bandages, I was horrified because I had these prisms running through my vision. If I was in a room with pot lights in the ceiling, I was literally blinded.
This is what I see when I am in a brightly lit room or outside in the sun.


(A friend took a picture facing the bright light in the late afternoon, and when I saw it, I excalimed that this is what I see all the time!)
I complained to my doctor, who assured me that he had done a wonderful job and that everything was fine and I needed to recover and relax.

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Senior Citizens

It not everyday that you begin to question how you look. Recently I started to do this. Mostly I feel I look pretty good for a 47 year young woman, but the other day something happened that made me think that perhaps the upcoming eye surgery can’t happen soon enough.
Hubby and I had gone to our favorite Chinese Buffet. The place was not particularly crowded and we got a good table with a very friendly waitress. We ate and had a great time, and while Hubby was getting his dessert I decided to be a sweet wife and pick up the check.
I got out my credit card and the waitress came over.
“Oh, I have a coupon too!” I said.
“No need.” she said, “I gave you both the senior citizens rate.”
I sat there dumbfounded. Was she just being nice, or do I really look over 65? I looked at my hands, vanity prevented me from whipping out my pocket mirror and checking out my face. I felt a lump in my throat. 65! Why, that’s not going to happen for 18 years right?
18 years. Why, why that just around the corner! Suddenly all the gray hairs I work so hard to cover, and those crows feet around my eyes and the aches ad pains I feel each morning when I get up, they were all telling me, “You Are Old!”
I smiled weakly at the waitress when she brought back my check. Hubby returned from the dessert bar and I told him what had occurred. He laughed at me and smiled.
“It’s just the company you keep.” he reminded me.
Well, I’m not sure I believe him, but just in case I am starting to look old, I have ordered a case of Oil of Olay and made an appointment with my hairdresser for a dye job.

Revised Recipe For Carrot Casserole

This one is even better than the original!

3 Eggs
1/2 cup sugar or (1/3 cup Splenda sugar blend)
1 stick butter
1 tbs. baking powder
2 tbs. flour
1 cup milk
1 tsp tsp. cinnamon
1/8 tsp. ground cloves
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 tsp nutmeg
2 cups hot cooked carrots

Place all ingredients into blender and puree. Pour into buttered (or Pam) casserole dish 8 X 10 and bake at 350* for about 30 minutes or until set.
This is good either warm or cold.

Shake & Bake 101

Cooking Day. Yes, today was cooking day. I planned it all out. I made the turkey stuffing in the morning, some brownies came next, a carrot casserole and then of course the main event, roast turkey in the afternoon.
I had an 11 and a 1/2 pound turkey in my freezer that I’d gotten for 49¢ a pound last December. So, it was time to cook it. I also decided to make up plastic containers of turkey, stuffing and gravy to freeze and now the bones are all simmering for a pot for turkey soup.
Why this sudden burst of domesticity? Desperation. I want to be able to eat while I am recovering.
Hubby is good with the usual things. He can mash potatoes, scramble eggs and he is absolutely legendary with shake and bake, but I learned long ago that his repertoire is limited, thus the sudden burst of cooking.
The brownies were fun to make. I didn’t have everything I needed to make brownies from scratch, so I found a great recipe for brownies made with…a chocolate cake mix! At first I thought this would be weird, but I have to tell you, if you like chocolate, make this recipe. You will simply never be the same.
The day is nearly done and I am taking off the apron for the day. A sense of domestic well-being is washing over me.
Ah, life is good.