Life’s Little Sweetnesses

Tomorrow I am leaving my day job at noon and my husband and I are driving our wee red Prius across to North Carolina. Bruce the dog is staying with his girlfriend and her parents. (It’s okay; everyone is fixed.)

Jack and I will pile into Susan and David’s house and await the arrival of Beth and Brandon early Saturday, all of us so happy to see each other. It has been two years, because David had cancer before the pandemic hit and was in infection control already. Such an over-achiever that one, always has to be first.

We girls–Brandon, whose nickname is TNB, which is short for That Nice Boy Beth Married, calls us the sister wives. Don’t get the wrong idea–will make bathbombs while rocking out to Meatloaf. Anything for Love is the greatest stirring song ever for making luxury bath products. We will do a viking raid on Trader Joe’s and the liquor store (both of which are particularly good in Susan’s area.)

David and Jack and Brandon will probably watch Monty Python and maybe we can convince them to go someplace for a couple of hours so we can put on some other 80s hits too. You never know.

We will all pile into a restaurant that has a table waiting, and we will get silly with margaritas and martinis. Susan hardly drinks at all, so she usually winds up driving. Susan has the really good paints and the Sculpy clay; I have the bath bomb stuff and Beth has the essential oils. It will be a glorious weekend.

Throughout the pandemic, we had weekly Zoom meetings, sometimes joined by friends Barbara and Oliver in Britain. But it’s not the same as face to face. Since we missed several birthdays, plus the Thanksgiving Holiday we often tend to spend together at a resort after family duties are accomplished, I made each of them their favorite desserts as presents for the in-between ones. Because Susan is also a cancer survivor and she and David are on restrictive diets, I made them in little individual jars of 4 ounces, so each is a personal one-serving, shelf-stable and ready to eat on demand.

So that’s red velvet for David and for Brandon; they don’t find it odd they share a favorite, since they have similar tastes in many things plus our former cat Beulah, who is a ladies’ man, lives with David but considers Brandon her boy toy. So there’s that.

Beth gets Key Lime Pie, because Beth likes to be unusual, and salty as well as sweet, and we love her that way.

Susan and I share tastes of bitter dark chocolate and deep creams in moist cakes, so she’s getting Italian cream. Plus a personal Nutella.

Oh the sweetness of friendship.

(PS If you want to know how to can cakes in a jar, there are many recipes to try online. Caveat: if you’re new to canning, I really suggest you start with something besides cake. It’s not a beginner exercise and you’ll burn yourself trying to seal the little suckers. Start with something that water baths.)

The Muckin o Geordie’s Byre – –

Jack thought it might be a good idea to get his Wednesday guest post up on a Wednesday – –

This week saw two important tasks finally achieved.

Back in November we were worried about whether our chickens might be frozen over the winter, but we discovered that leaving their poop lying in the coop would keep it fairly warm. So a win for everyone! But, of the course, the chickens always come home to roost, so I finally had to ‘muck out the byre/coop’ this week and put fresh straw over their floor. It’s probably a very good job I don’t have any sense of smell.

The other job was really odd. When we moved here we were a bit surprised to find that all the upstairs room had doors, but none of the ground floor rooms had. But we have five cats that we need to corral from time to time. So a few months ago I installed a folding door between our ‘ceilidh room’ and our sitting room/library. That was so that we would have some possibility of shutting the cats somewhere.

But it didn’t really help much to keep them out of the kitchen where they are inclined to get under our feet – or even on the counters! So, today I installed another folding door where the kitchen heads to the sitting room.

Fitting these doors is meant to be a breeze, but nothing ever is! The available space in an old house like ours is never the same size as the door, so a fair bit of ‘surgery’ was required. Despite the relatively light weight of the doors it’s still heavy going to position them. The other problem is when you have to add a length of wood to mount the top rail to and can’t find the right length of screws to fix it.

However everything worked out eventually.

The chickens are happy and so is Wendy – – -which means all is right with the world. Eggs for everyone.