New Year, Old Song

..but different perspective.

Happy New Year to one and all.

Again, I begin with a dream. My first dream of the new year: I woke myself up crying from my dream. I dreamt that a large man had gotten out of his car and was yelling at me. Not just blah, blah yelling, but threatening I'm-gonna-beat-your-ass yelling. And he began to beat me too. No one would help me. And I woke up crying from the helplessness.

There's a cheerful way to begin a new year.

But if you think about it another way: Every day is the beginning of something new. Use it or lose it. Take control or let it take control of you.

Update: iPod, puzzles and pasta maker to celebrate the year. Hoorah.

Kitchen Madness!

What did happen this weekend?


1. Made homemade unsweetened applesauce.
2. Made apple butter in the crock pot.
3. Canned the apple butter in 12-8oz jars.
4. Made a peach pie. (Apple would have been more chopping than I was interested in.
5. Used leftover pie crust to make little 'pies'. Filled some with leftover apple butter. Filled others with a chopped almond, honey, vanilla filling. Baked for 18 minutes at 375 degrees.
6. Prepared and currently baking a bone-in, ribeye roast.
7. Prepared and currently baking red potatoes, chopped green pepper and onion.

Appliances used:
Canning pot, mini chopper, mixer w/ juicer attachment, dishwasher, stove, both baby and momma ovens, stock pots, mini cuppy caker pan, roasting pan, numerous utensils, etc.

Trying to decipher to whom to gift the apple butter to for Christmas. Trying to decipher if I'm going to make some homemade applesauce whilst the bags of apples are so cheap. Trying to remember what I was going to hunt the Internet for...

When is the last time you asked yourself,

"Self, when is Bootsy going to put out a Christmas album?"

Well ask no more, my pretties.



Tear the roof off the mutha, sucka.