Monday, 24 July 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta/Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane decided Mondays needed jazzing up and she was right.  Why not join us.  You can write, read, critique or share your thoughts.  Poetry doesn’t have to be serious or even rhyme…it’s just a great way to share your thoughts and feelings and it’s fun.  This week Diane gave us a topic “vacation” which you can use or not….I decided to use it.

Owl Goes On Vacation

“Where is Owl?”,
asked the mouse
as he cowered
in his tiny house.

I don’t see him
flying by
against the moon
so pale and high.

I can’t hear
his mournful “Whoooo?”
and so I don’t know
what to do.

Is it safe
or is it not
to go out doors
and leave this spot?

“Oh do come out
Dear mousie, do.”
the fox beguiled
as foxes do.

The mouse peeked out
to see the fox
a dinner bib
tucked under his snout.

“Oh me, Oh my,
I dasn’t try.
I’ll stay inside
and wait him out.”

But what of Owl,
that missing fowl?
He’s lying on
a big beach towel.

He's at the beach,
toes in the sand,
a margeurita
in his hand (er..feathers).

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Thought For The Day

I wish I could say I thought of this, but, I didn't.  A friend sent it to me in an email.  Origin unknown.  Where have I heard that before?

- If you replace "W" with "T" in "What, Where and When", you get the answer to each of them.

Saturday, 22 July 2017

Well I'll Be....

I just love words.  No surprise there.  If you've visited here before, you know that.  Some of the words in our language (English in case you weren't sure) leave me scratching my head.  There are colourful and interesting expressions, one word expressions, that have no known origin.  Interplanetary visitors perhaps?
Take for example the following selection:
I mean, who IS Flabber and why is he/she gasted?
The first recorded use of the term was in 1772.  It means to be shocked or amazed.  It's origin is lost in the mists of time.
How about,
I've never said Hi to anyone named Falutin but I've known some folks who WERE (or thought they were) highfalutin.  This term originated in the mid 19th century and might be English in origin.  High English-Fluting equals highfalutin...maybe...
There's always,
an early 19th century expression of unknown origin which means to cheat someone as in, they were hornswoggled.
Work or activity that is wasteful or pointless but which gives the appearance of having value.
Much like this post of ridiculous expressions.
Originating in the 1930's from who knows where.
an early 18th century expression of unknown origin meaning, to trick.
If you've read this far, you've been bamboozled into thinking this is actually going somewhere.  It isn't.  I'm just having fun with silly words.  Funny thing, I actually use those words once in a while and never before did I stop to wonder where they came from...and...I STILL don't know.

Friday, 21 July 2017

What's For Dinner?

Wednesday night it was Beef Bourguignon.  

This is everything you need to make it.  Well, and a little water and a whole lot of patience.

5 medium onions sliced
4 tblsp oil
2 pounds lean beef cubed
1 1/2 tblsp flour
1/4 tsp marjoram
1/4 tsp thyme
1 1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
red wine
1/2 pound mushrooms sliced

cook onions until tender
 I would suggest using half the oil and saving the other half for....
remove onions from pot
put beef in pot (with the left over oil)
sprinkle with flour and seasonings
brown the beef
it's getting there.
add 1/2 cup bouillon and 1 cup red wine
and simmer slowly, stirring occasionally for 1 1/2 to 2 hours.  Phew.  Adding more bouillon and wine as required to keep meat covered.  The recipe advises 1 part bouillon and 2 parts wine.  That can add up to a LOT of wine so if you don't want it too strong, just use your better judgement.
 Return onions to the pot and add mushrooms.
Top up your liquid if required.  Simmer for another 1/2 to a full hour stirring occasionally and keeping an eye on your liquid levels.  Especially if you are drinking any of that wine.
If you want it a bit thicker, just add some cornstarch mixed with a little water and simmer a tad longer.
Serve in hand thrown pottery bowls.  They make everything look and taste better.
I put it on rice but noodles are just as good.

By this time your kitchen looks like this....

Because you have been cleaning up as you go...right?  And, if your husband is anything like mine he will say, "Now that was a nice easy meal for you to prepare on such a hot day, wasn't it?  Bless them, they haven't a clue.

I'll forgive him because I have lots left over in the fridge for tomorrow night and all I have to do is warm it up.

That beef was so tender.......OMG it was good.

Thursday, 20 July 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words for Wednesday writing prompt for this week: 
beacon, evening, jealous, slander, dormant, peripheral
mystic, plentiful, splendid, destruction, gratitude and bacon
you can use the phrase "misty mountain melody"

I chose to use the phrase this week.

knee high grasses
mile high skies
clover and dewdrops
fill my eyes

wind in the pine trees
sings a song
birds chirp a melody
all the day long

rattle of the pebbles
in the rushing brook
fish leap and splash
in a shady nook

put these sounds 
and sights together
its a Misty Mountain Melody

Okay, I'll use the words as well..

In my peripheral vision I perceived the beacon that is bacon.  Gratitude filled me for this splendid food of the Gods and I planned my evening feast around this Divine creation.  
A plentiful supply suffused the chilled bunkers and then, I saw THE PRICE.  I became instantly jealous of every shopper with bacon  in their cart as I revised my original menu plan which would now be dormant for the foreseeable future until the prices came down.
Sadly, I whimpered as I watched the total destruction of my happiness.  I'll just stand in the deli and inhale the fragrance of the BLT's being prepared there for the few fortunate....the wonderful, mystical scent of BACON.

for the life of me I couldn't work in 'slander'.  And yes, I'm a bacon fanatic.

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Words For Wednesday

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to fire up our creative juices and get us writing.  The words can be spun together to create a piece or just used as inspiration.  Write fact or fiction, prose or poetry, or simply a stream of thoughts generated by the words.
There are no rules (that's the best part).  Use some, all or none of the words on any day of the week you like.   It really doesn't matter as long as you enjoy the process.  Just always let us know if you are posting your piece on your blog so we can all drop in and visit.

Here are this weeks prompts:

beacon, evening, jealous, slander, dormant, peripheral
mystic, plentiful, splendid, destruction,
gratitude, and bacon
or you could use this phrase

Have fun.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by diane of ‘on the alberta montana border’.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Procrastinating Donkey decided to play along (she is in my sidebar too) and that made three of us.  We would love it if you would join in as well.  Read, write, critique, share your thoughts….lots of room on this poetry excursion bus. You don’t have to a published poet…only diane is……you don’t have to rhyme….just put your heart on paper.

Silver tears
                                 upon the pane,
gurgling cascades
down the drain,
patters and spatters
on the street
when it’s done
the air smells sweet.
The roses lift
their happy heads
and sparkling diamonds
do they shed.
The robin finds it
easy toil
to pull the worm
from dampened soil.
So I sit
and scan the view
all fresh and fragrant
clean and new.
When I go to bed
pull down the shade,
turn out the light,
in dreams I will
review the sight
on this lovely

rain washed night.

Diane has also provided a topic for those of us who are having trouble coming up with something this week.  The topic is "nonsense".

is the absence
of common sense

on elfin feet
she trips about
seeking water
in this drought
finds it
in a cowslip bell
takes it home
to 'ne're do well'
her older brother
truth to tell
is not so bold
as sara belle