The other day I was jonesing for some cookies. I wanted a good cookie, something worth sinking my teeth in to. I kept thinking about a coffee-flavored cookie that Pepperidge Farm used to make years ago.
I ended up making a batch of Toll House chocolate chip cookies but with a twist ala Julia Child.
The Toll House recipe, the pretty much standard chocolate chip cookie recipe, calls for, among other ingredients, 2 and 1/4 cups of flour. I used the 2 cups but substituted 1/4 cup of instant coffee granules for the rest of the flour. And I increased the chocolate chips fom 2 cups to 3 cups.
Oh my goodness! The cookies--long gone now!--were so good! The first bite was a little strange (the coffee flavor) but the second bite? So very good!
Next time you bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies try it this way. I'll bet you'll like them.
Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
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Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Let's Get It Started
Let's get it started--the new year with the first blog post.
Okay, first a 'report', hopefully the last one I'll ever have to make, as to the state of my health:
(1.) I've 'graduated' from physical therapy. All that really means is that my insurance wouldn't pay for any more during 2010. But it's okay because the pt helped me more than I ever thought it would, more even than my doctor thought it would!
According to the MRI I had taken in November, I have a meniscal tear grade four. Apparently, grade 4 is the worst. My doctor, when she found that out, wanted to ax the pt because she said the only thing that would help is surgery, and maybe a partial knee replacement (!).
The physical therapist talked her into letting me continue pt until I could get in to see the surgeon. Lo and behold! the pt worked so well that now I don't need the surgery!
(2.) Because the doctor didn't think my blood pressure was low enough while taking Lisinopril, she prescribed a 'booster' for me--Bystolic--to take along with the Lisinopril.
Bystolic, like all those drugs you see advertised on commercial tv, has a whole long list of less than desirable side effects. 'The odds of you manfesting any of them are slim to none,' she told me.
'Hello, I'm Slim To None!' I told her on my last visit. Nausea and a severe outbreak of rosacea. Because Bystolic is one of those drugs you can't just cold turkey stop taking, but rather have to wean off of, it took me almost three weeks but I am now Bystolic free. I am no longer nauseous and my complexion is great!
The doctor prescribed me another 'booster', the name of which escapes me right now. I've decided I'm not going to take it. Why? It has a whole list of possible side effects that are really unpleasant. Yes, I know, odds are slim to none I'd develop any of them.
But, according to what I've read on the internet, EVERYONE who takes it will exhibit dizziness when they stand up or lay down too quickly. EVERYONE. I don't want to be dizzy.
You know, back in April when I had the heart attacks, and right up until a few weeks ago, I was overwhelmed by all this stuff---the diagnosis, the doctor visits, the medicines, etc. Well, not any more. I've got a grip on all this mess now.
And I've decided I'm in charge of my health care. I'm not taking anything or doing anything that I don't agree with. I'm tired of being a drug guinea pig.
Wishing you a wonderful and happy 2011!
Be good and be craeful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
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Okay, first a 'report', hopefully the last one I'll ever have to make, as to the state of my health:
(1.) I've 'graduated' from physical therapy. All that really means is that my insurance wouldn't pay for any more during 2010. But it's okay because the pt helped me more than I ever thought it would, more even than my doctor thought it would!
According to the MRI I had taken in November, I have a meniscal tear grade four. Apparently, grade 4 is the worst. My doctor, when she found that out, wanted to ax the pt because she said the only thing that would help is surgery, and maybe a partial knee replacement (!).
The physical therapist talked her into letting me continue pt until I could get in to see the surgeon. Lo and behold! the pt worked so well that now I don't need the surgery!
(2.) Because the doctor didn't think my blood pressure was low enough while taking Lisinopril, she prescribed a 'booster' for me--Bystolic--to take along with the Lisinopril.
Bystolic, like all those drugs you see advertised on commercial tv, has a whole long list of less than desirable side effects. 'The odds of you manfesting any of them are slim to none,' she told me.
'Hello, I'm Slim To None!' I told her on my last visit. Nausea and a severe outbreak of rosacea. Because Bystolic is one of those drugs you can't just cold turkey stop taking, but rather have to wean off of, it took me almost three weeks but I am now Bystolic free. I am no longer nauseous and my complexion is great!
The doctor prescribed me another 'booster', the name of which escapes me right now. I've decided I'm not going to take it. Why? It has a whole list of possible side effects that are really unpleasant. Yes, I know, odds are slim to none I'd develop any of them.
But, according to what I've read on the internet, EVERYONE who takes it will exhibit dizziness when they stand up or lay down too quickly. EVERYONE. I don't want to be dizzy.
You know, back in April when I had the heart attacks, and right up until a few weeks ago, I was overwhelmed by all this stuff---the diagnosis, the doctor visits, the medicines, etc. Well, not any more. I've got a grip on all this mess now.
And I've decided I'm in charge of my health care. I'm not taking anything or doing anything that I don't agree with. I'm tired of being a drug guinea pig.
Wishing you a wonderful and happy 2011!
Be good and be craeful, take care, stay strong.
hugs, Tawny
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Thursday, December 30, 2010
And The Beat Goes On
Like Sonny and Cher said, "and the beat goes on and on and on...", that's how life is.
On the home front, someone, it seems, is determined to steal my truck. I have two trucks--a 2000 Ford F150 and a 2003 Dodge. Both are standard, nothing fancy at all about them. The Ford is a stick shift, the Dodge is an automatic.
A few weeks ago, after visiting at HSM's house one evening, I opted to get a ride home instead of driving myself. It had been snowing, the roads were slick and I hate driving in that stuff. I left the Dodge parked in her driveway.
The last time one of the kids looked out the window was at 3:30am. At 4am, they later found out, their neighbor noticed their garage door was open. The neighbor thought 'wow, they're up early' and that was that. At 7:30 whem ABM went out to leave for work he saw my truck was messed up. It would seem the crooks struck between 3:30 and 4:00am.
The crooks busted the driver side door, they busted the steering column, they busted a whole lot of stuff on my truck all the while trying to get it started so they could steal it. Thankfully they weren't the best or the brightest in their profession.
We had the truck towed to the repair shop and made out a police report. I called my insurance company, you know the rest.
Two weeks later the body shop finished fixing my truck. I went by and signed the insurance check over to them. They said come back tomorrow to get the truck, we want to clean it up real nice before you take it. Okay dokey.
The next morning, just as I'm getting ready to head to the body shop, my phone rings. 'Are you sitting down?' the owner asked. Just as soon as they'd finished washing the truck and making it all nice-nice for me, and parked it on the side street right next to the shop's door, some crooks tried to steal it. Again.
The crooks busted the driver side door, they busted the steering column, they busted a whole lot of stuff on my truck. Fortunately, this crew was as inept as the last one and they didn't make off with my truck.
Once again the truck is in the shop. Once again it's another almost 3 grand worth of damage. Differnce is this time it's being fixed on the body shops insurance, not mine.
Before I take delivery of the truck this time I'm having an alarm installed on it.
I'm starting to get a little paranoid about all this. It would seem someone has an order in for a 2003 Dodge truck and the crooks have decided mine fills the bill. I'm afraid they'll come for it again, but this time with a flat bed truck and just load it up and take it away.
I'm thinkng what I need is a little person. You know, a dwarf. A gangster dwarf. A gangster dwarf to lay down in the back seat of the truck armed with a semi automatic weapon. When the crooks come for the truck, and I'm just paranoid enough to think they'll try again as soon as it's repaired and back on the road, the gangster dwarf will rise up from the back seat and blow the crooks to smithereens.
Fight fire with fire!
Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
much peace to you and yours--
Tawny
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On the home front, someone, it seems, is determined to steal my truck. I have two trucks--a 2000 Ford F150 and a 2003 Dodge. Both are standard, nothing fancy at all about them. The Ford is a stick shift, the Dodge is an automatic.
A few weeks ago, after visiting at HSM's house one evening, I opted to get a ride home instead of driving myself. It had been snowing, the roads were slick and I hate driving in that stuff. I left the Dodge parked in her driveway.
The last time one of the kids looked out the window was at 3:30am. At 4am, they later found out, their neighbor noticed their garage door was open. The neighbor thought 'wow, they're up early' and that was that. At 7:30 whem ABM went out to leave for work he saw my truck was messed up. It would seem the crooks struck between 3:30 and 4:00am.
The crooks busted the driver side door, they busted the steering column, they busted a whole lot of stuff on my truck all the while trying to get it started so they could steal it. Thankfully they weren't the best or the brightest in their profession.
We had the truck towed to the repair shop and made out a police report. I called my insurance company, you know the rest.
Two weeks later the body shop finished fixing my truck. I went by and signed the insurance check over to them. They said come back tomorrow to get the truck, we want to clean it up real nice before you take it. Okay dokey.
The next morning, just as I'm getting ready to head to the body shop, my phone rings. 'Are you sitting down?' the owner asked. Just as soon as they'd finished washing the truck and making it all nice-nice for me, and parked it on the side street right next to the shop's door, some crooks tried to steal it. Again.
The crooks busted the driver side door, they busted the steering column, they busted a whole lot of stuff on my truck. Fortunately, this crew was as inept as the last one and they didn't make off with my truck.
Once again the truck is in the shop. Once again it's another almost 3 grand worth of damage. Differnce is this time it's being fixed on the body shops insurance, not mine.
Before I take delivery of the truck this time I'm having an alarm installed on it.
I'm starting to get a little paranoid about all this. It would seem someone has an order in for a 2003 Dodge truck and the crooks have decided mine fills the bill. I'm afraid they'll come for it again, but this time with a flat bed truck and just load it up and take it away.
I'm thinkng what I need is a little person. You know, a dwarf. A gangster dwarf. A gangster dwarf to lay down in the back seat of the truck armed with a semi automatic weapon. When the crooks come for the truck, and I'm just paranoid enough to think they'll try again as soon as it's repaired and back on the road, the gangster dwarf will rise up from the back seat and blow the crooks to smithereens.
Fight fire with fire!
Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.
much peace to you and yours--
Tawny
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Sleeping Is Over Rated
For whatever reason it's going on 3am and I've been up and awake since 1am. Went to bed at 10:30pm so tired I couldn't hardly see straight. Don't understand why I couldnt stay asleep.
I never have trouble sleeping. This makes no sense at all to me.
Tawny
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I never have trouble sleeping. This makes no sense at all to me.
Tawny
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Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Life Is A Beach
I was talking with someone last night and they said they were so tired of hearing my answering machine say I was at a doctor appointment. Yeah, well, if you're tired of it just think how tired I am--I'm the one doing it and I'm the one paying for it.
Give me a break.
Tawny
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Give me a break.
Tawny
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