Blowing the perfect bubble depends on equal parts science and magic. With a few twists of wire, you can make fantastic bubble wands and spend long, lazy days practicing your technique. The best bubble solution is 10 cups water to 4 cups dish-washing liquid, plus 1 cup Karo corn syrup. For large wands, you'll need plastic-coated wire coat hangers and either floral netting or plastic-coated chicken wire. Hold the hook at the top of the hanger, and pull the bottom down so that it forms a circle. Cut away the hook and twisted neck of the hanger with wire cutters; you should have about a 31-inch length of wire. With needle-nose pliers, twist a tiny hook into one end of the wire. Bend that end around, and hook it on the wire about 9 inches from the opposite end, forming a 7-inch-diameter circle. Squeeze the hook with pliers to fasten, and straighten the end to form a handle. Cut an 8-inch-diameter circle of floral netting. With pliers, fold the netting's edge tightly around the frame, snipping off any sharp ends. For small wands, use 18-gauge cloth-covered wire cut to a length of 15 inches. Bend the wire into a lollipop shape, securing the end of the wire where the loop meets the handle with a dab of glue. To make a star, divide the circle into five even increments, then crimp with pliers. To make a heart, crimp only the top center of the circle. A tin can, with its top and bottom removed, also makes great bubbles -- carefully trim any sharp edges, dip one end in solution, and pull through the air to make one long bubble. http://www.marthastewart.com/good-things/bubble-wands?xsc=eml_crd_2009_07_31
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Friday, July 31, 2009
Bubble Wands from Martha Stewart
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Too Pretty to eat Birthday cakes



Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Oh, No, SHE’S up!
Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the ground each morning
the devil says,
"OH NO, SHE'S UP"!
Do good works continually and make everyone stop and look at you in awe!
It’s what you scatter that you will be remembered by.
I was at the corner grocery store buying some
early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
'Hello Barry, how are you today?'
'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.'
'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'
'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'
'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' th em peas.'
'Would you like to take some home?'
asked Mr. Miller.
'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'
'All I got's my prize marble here.'
'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.
'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'
'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.
'Not zackley but almost.'
'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.
'Sure will.. Thanks Mr. Miller.'
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.
With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.
When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store..'
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket.
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and
moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand
and led me to the casket.
'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.
They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.'
'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho .'
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The Moral :
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles
~ A plate of food you didn't make yourself...
An unexpected phone call from an old friend ....
Green stoplights on your way to work...
The fastest line at the grocery store...
A good sing-along song on the radio...
Your keys found right where you left them.
IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Food Measurement Equivalencies
I found this (as well as a few other) charts on McCormick's website. How handy is this?!!
Here is the link to check it out for yourself:
http://www.mccormick.com/Recipes/Cooking-Tools-and-Tips/Food-Equivalencies.aspx
How many sticks make up a cup of butter? The answer to this and more of your most pressing equivalency questions are below.
Out of an ingredient? Check out Flavor Substitutions for a quick fix.
INGREDIENT | UNIT OR WEIGHT | EQUIVALENT |
Apples | 1 medium-size | 1 cup sliced |
Bananas | 1 medium-size | 1/3 cup mashed |
Bell Peppers | 1 large | 1 cup chopped |
Butter, margarine or other fat | 1/4 stick | 2 tablespoons |
Cabbage | 1 lb. (1 small head) | About 5 cups shredded |
Carrots | 1 lb. (6 to 8 medium-size) | 2 1/2 cups shredded |
Celery | 1 stalk | 1/2 cup chopped |
Cheese | 1 lb. | 4 to 4 1/2 cups grated |
Chicken breasts | 1 1/2 lbs. (2 whole medium-sized breasts) | 2 cups cooked, chopped chicken |
Chocolate | 1 oz. | 1 square |
Coconut | 1 lb. | 5 cups shredded |
Cranberries | 12 oz. | 3 cups |
Cream, heavy | 1/2 pint (1 cup) | 2 cups whipped cream |
Cream cheese | 3-oz. package | 6 tablespoons |
Currants | 1 lb. | 3 cups |
Dates, pitted | 1 lb. | 2 1/2 cups |
Eggs, whole | 3 medium-size | Approx. 1/2 cup |
Egg whites | 4 medium-size | Approx. 1/2 cup |
Egg yolks | 3 medium-size | Approx. 1/4 cup |
Flour, all-purpose | 1 lb. | 4 cups (sifted) |
Flour, cake | 1 lb. | 4 1/2 cups (sifted) |
Flour, rye | 1 lb. | 4 1/2 cups to 5 cups (unsifted) |
Flour, whole-wheat | 1 lb. | 3 1/2 cups (unsifted) |
Fruit and peels, candied | 1 lb. | 3 cups (cut up) |
Gelatin, unflavored | 1 envelope | 1 tablespoon |
Green beans | 1 lb. (4 cups) | 2 1/2 cups cooked |
Lemon | 1 medium-size | 2 to 3 tablespoons juice, 1 1/2 to 2 teaspoons grated rind |
Lettuce | 1 medium-size head | 6 cups torn into bite-size pieces |
Lime | 1 medium-size | 2 tablespoons juice, 1 1/2 teaspoons grated rind |
Macaroni | 1 cup (3 1/4 oz. uncooked) | 2 to 2 1/2 cups cooked |
Noodles | 1 cup (1 1/3 oz. uncooked) | 1 to 1 1/2 cups cooked |
Nuts, whole (shelled) almonds peanuts pecans walnuts |
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Orange | 1 medium-size | 1/4 to 1/3 cup juice, 3 to 4 teaspoons grated peel |
Peaches, pears | 1 medium-size | 1/2 cup sliced |
Potatoes | 1 lb. (3 medium-size) | 2 cups cubed or 1 3/4 cups mashed |
Raisins | 1 lb. | 3 1/4 cups |
Rice | 1 lb. | 2 cups |
Spaghetti | 8 oz. | 5 cups cooked |
Spinach | 1 lb. | 3 cups or 12 cups torn into bite-size pieces |
Strawberries | 4 cups whole | 4 cups sliced |
Sugar: brown confectioners granulated superfine |
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Tomatoes | 1 medium-size | 1/2 cup chopped |
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Passing the Purple Hat to You
I think this is great advice. So many times we let the fun memories pass us by because we worry about the small stuff that most people don't pay any attention to. Read this and share with your friends…
: ) Rachael
IN honor of women's history month and in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer. Pass this on to five women that you want watched over.. If you don't know five women to pass this on to, one will do just fine.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of
pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, 'Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.' There would have been more 'I love you's' More 'I'm sorry's.'
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute…look at it and really see it...live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!!
Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what…
Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us..
If you don't mind, send this on to all the women you are grateful to have as friends. Maybe we should all grab that purple hat earlier. Please send this to five phenomenal women today in celebration of Beautiful Women's Month. If you do, something good will happen--you will boost another woman's self esteem.