To celebrate the bunny....here are a few designs we have honouring the rabbit!
 HARE RAISIN RUN |  "JACK" |
SPRING BUNNIES WITH TULIPS Easter was different this year. It didn’t involve shopping, chocolate or eggs other than a delightful omelet for Sunday morning brunch. Shane is a big lad now and in the capable hands of a committed relationship. It’s time to pass the chocolate bunny reigns to Ashley. Some will say that kids are kids for life, they may grow but will always be our babies but for me there are other factors to ponder. I really don’t like shopping, and chocolate rabbits are made of cheap chocolate which is bad for the health. Maybe I’m a stick in the mud but that’s how I feel so…..no commercial Easter this year!
We didn’t indulge the pups with Easter prezzies either. They have enough toys to last a lifetime with backup bags filled with toy box overflow to bring out later for a second time surprise. There is nothing I want or need and Gregg never wants anything so why go through the bother? Having Friday off was all the gift I needed. It was a glorious day filled with doing nothing, or thinking about something, whatever, and all done, or not while lounging in my jammies. A blissful day off, to nap and eat and hook, without any need to even look at the clock. The day pretty much went to the dogs, but in a good way. We played, threw ball outside, they got scratches and massages, they napped and just cuddled close, happy they got an extra whole day with mom and dad.
Speaking of the dogs. Michelle, our newest employee gave hubby and I sweet little boxes of Easter candy goodies. After they were emptied I had the brilliant idea to fill them with the dogs squeaky balls. They were excited by the pretty little boxes and got right to work ripping them apart to find the treasure within. Paper straw was flying in the air as the wrappings were torn to shreds. Fabulous entertainment for the humans. Henri particularly liked the curly ribbon that he enjoyed pulling into long lengths....it look like he was flossing his teeth.
We didn’t indulge the pups with Easter prezzies either. They have enough toys to last a lifetime with backup bags filled with toy box overflow to bring out later for a second time surprise. There is nothing I want or need and Gregg never wants anything so why go through the bother? Having Friday off was all the gift I needed. It was a glorious day filled with doing nothing, or thinking about something, whatever, and all done, or not while lounging in my jammies. A blissful day off, to nap and eat and hook, without any need to even look at the clock. The day pretty much went to the dogs, but in a good way. We played, threw ball outside, they got scratches and massages, they napped and just cuddled close, happy they got an extra whole day with mom and dad.
Speaking of the dogs. Michelle, our newest employee gave hubby and I sweet little boxes of Easter candy goodies. After they were emptied I had the brilliant idea to fill them with the dogs squeaky balls. They were excited by the pretty little boxes and got right to work ripping them apart to find the treasure within. Paper straw was flying in the air as the wrappings were torn to shreds. Fabulous entertainment for the humans. Henri particularly liked the curly ribbon that he enjoyed pulling into long lengths....it look like he was flossing his teeth.
HENRI, OUR CREAM MINIATURE BOY
Sunday afternoon, I got the brainiac idea to make doughnuts. Not a wise choice when one is too many and a thousand is never enough, but the craving was there and so was the means to indulge it. So I heated some shortening, threw together the ingredients and voila, doughnuts were lining the counter and wafting through the air like sweet, sentimental perfume. I ate a few of the holes to sample the wares, very conscientious that someone could get sick.....such a delicious sacrifice for the cause.
Did I say delicious? Heavenly bits of dough and fat….so forbidden and desired! Everything I remember them to be since my last visit to paradise. Of course I overdid it, how could I resist that kind of temptation. I lost count of the holes and full doughnuts I devoured. I had to jog on the spot for ½ hour to beat the high blood sugar down to normal, but damn even that was worth it. Today I’m back on my two day fast so I'm hoping there won't be any left by Wednesday. We already unloaded some to friends and hubby will indulge for a few days so I might be spared because it is perfectly clear I can't be left on my own to be sensible.
The problem with making doughnuts, other than eating them until you go into a diabetic coma, is the smell that lingers. Cooking with fat, even with the doors open and the range hood on, is a recipe for disaster if you don't want your house smelling like a greasy spoon. Fat permeates the house, every crack and cranny. Only time will erase the smell, over-writing it with other cooking odors. The good part, it takes me back to my nana's house. Never a day went by when her pantry didn't yield a tin of doughnuts although the constant use of deep fat latched on her skin to become a personal scent, no matter how much Avon talcum she used to mask it. The bad part, it keeps me hangering for the doughnuts!!!
Every time I make this recipe, I tell hubby I need to open a little coffee shop and sell real honest-to-goodness doughnuts and he groans, starting in with "when would I find time to do this with running a rug hooking shop". I say foowey, I can do more than one thing, but we both know I'm fantasizing. I'm just filled with the need to share this incredible cake doughnut with the world! I’ll bet most folks wouldn’t know what a real doughnut even tastes like. Imagine their surprise when they devour their first morsel, so tender on the inside and crunchy on the outside. All of the add water to a powder mixture, poor facsimiles sold today are nothing like the real McCoy. You haven’t lived until you’ve tasted the real deal. I would love to run an afternoon coffee shop and serve my nana’s doughnuts. Plain or sugared, kept simple, not doused with piles of sugar crap that will stick to the hips and slow down the ticker. Customers would be addicted and lined up all around the block to get in for a taste of doughnut heaven, which might not be a bad name for the joint......
Did I say delicious? Heavenly bits of dough and fat….so forbidden and desired! Everything I remember them to be since my last visit to paradise. Of course I overdid it, how could I resist that kind of temptation. I lost count of the holes and full doughnuts I devoured. I had to jog on the spot for ½ hour to beat the high blood sugar down to normal, but damn even that was worth it. Today I’m back on my two day fast so I'm hoping there won't be any left by Wednesday. We already unloaded some to friends and hubby will indulge for a few days so I might be spared because it is perfectly clear I can't be left on my own to be sensible.
The problem with making doughnuts, other than eating them until you go into a diabetic coma, is the smell that lingers. Cooking with fat, even with the doors open and the range hood on, is a recipe for disaster if you don't want your house smelling like a greasy spoon. Fat permeates the house, every crack and cranny. Only time will erase the smell, over-writing it with other cooking odors. The good part, it takes me back to my nana's house. Never a day went by when her pantry didn't yield a tin of doughnuts although the constant use of deep fat latched on her skin to become a personal scent, no matter how much Avon talcum she used to mask it. The bad part, it keeps me hangering for the doughnuts!!!
Every time I make this recipe, I tell hubby I need to open a little coffee shop and sell real honest-to-goodness doughnuts and he groans, starting in with "when would I find time to do this with running a rug hooking shop". I say foowey, I can do more than one thing, but we both know I'm fantasizing. I'm just filled with the need to share this incredible cake doughnut with the world! I’ll bet most folks wouldn’t know what a real doughnut even tastes like. Imagine their surprise when they devour their first morsel, so tender on the inside and crunchy on the outside. All of the add water to a powder mixture, poor facsimiles sold today are nothing like the real McCoy. You haven’t lived until you’ve tasted the real deal. I would love to run an afternoon coffee shop and serve my nana’s doughnuts. Plain or sugared, kept simple, not doused with piles of sugar crap that will stick to the hips and slow down the ticker. Customers would be addicted and lined up all around the block to get in for a taste of doughnut heaven, which might not be a bad name for the joint......
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http://www.encompassingdesigns.com/1/post/2013/07/my-grandmothers-sewing-machine.html
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