Thursday, October 11, 2012

10 Things to Keep and Reuse

I have been accused of being a pack rat, and it's sort of true.  I keep a lot of things for sentimental or historical value.  For example, I have at least one dried flower from every bouquet my husband has ever given me (except the tulips; those didn't dry well).  I think I have every hospital I.D. bracelet I've ever worn.  Cheap jewelry my parents gave me when I was a kid.  Friendship notes from middle school.  High school art projects.  My braces headgear.

I keep a lot of other things because I just know they'll come in handy one day.  I think there were two major contributors to this mentality.  The first is that during my childhood I regularly spent time with my two sets of grandparents and one set of great-grandparents, all of whom lived through the Great Depression, and I sort of picked up on their habits.

The second influence was the Barney Bag.  Yes, I was a Season 1 Barney watcher.  I was a little old for it, and I was mercilessly mocked by my 4th grade class when they found out.  What can I say?  I had a 1-year-old sister and a 4-year-old brother, and my grandma taped every episode for us.  My little sister actually measured time in Barneys (one Barney = half an hour).  But the point is, the Barney Bag held all kinds of random objects: paper plates, duct tape, scrap paper, paint, yarn, vent duct hose, paper towel tubes, you name it!  "With imagination and the Barney Bag," you could make anything from a robot to a car to a feathered mask.  Why on earth would anyone throw away items with such potential?

Friday, October 5, 2012

Two Cheese Muffin Recipes


I think most kids go through a picky stage.  There was a time in my life when I eschewed grapes, bananas, peaches, honeydew, tomatoes, onions, pickles, mushrooms, pepper, yogurt, wheat bread, and all kinds of sauce (except ketchup or honey).  Honestly, I lived on starch and cheese: microwaved cheese sandwiches, grilled cheese sandwiches, baked potatoes -- no skins! -- with melted cheddar, and the supreme delight, macaroni and cheese.

Fortunately for my mother, myself, and my future family, my tastes broadened as I got older, but I still indulge my cheese cravings on a regular basis.


Last week I remembered that there was such a thing as cheese muffins, but I hadn't made or had any in years, so I started looking for recipes online.