Mom's Corn Casserole

Mary's sister J (a splendid funny beautiful and well organized gal) who -- ALSO!! -- happens to be the source the inspiration for the Fabiola "look". NO! Sister J does not wear a beehive do (although she would look lovely in one -- who wouldn't?)! Sister J, long ago would write letters -- you remember, paper, pen, stamp, ------ envelope. The envelopes! The fabiolaness of it all! Sister J would draw a happy beehive hairdo, cat's eye glasses woman waving hello from the front and back of the envelope. Fabiola thanks sister J for being inspiring!

Where was Fabiola? Oh, sister J forwarded this recipe for Mom's Corn Casserole, because Mary had lost it, somewhere. Now it is here.

Mom's Corn Casserole

2 eggs
1c. sour cream
1/2 c. melted butter
16 oz. can whole corn (drained)
16. oz. creamed corn
1 10 oz. box Jiffy corn bread mix (substitute if no mix-1c. flour, 1c. cornmeal, 1/4c. sugar, 4tsp.baking powder, 3/4 tsp. salt)
Cheddar cheese grated (to taste)


Melt butter in large bowl, mix in all the rest of ingredients.
Bake uncovered 50 min. in 350 degree oven.
Sprinkle with cheese and bake 10- 15 min. more

Christmas Decorating Themes

Fabiola was half not listening to the news this morning when I heard an idea. The White House has a theme for Christmas Decorations every year. Who knew? Well, yes -- likely YOU did dear reader, Fabiola didn't. She does now.

Fabiola is contemplating a change of direction for this year's decorating.

Adding to Fabiola's Christmas To Do List. Mary is going to have a fit.

Wednesdom


I, Fabiola am reaching out to a favorite source of wisdom: The Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book. This on Dining Etiquette ...


Just as important as the food you create for dining is the mood ...


Since I, Fabiola am alwasy in a wonderful mood, and wonder positively surronds Fabiola, I believe that is enough.


Fabiola's Christmas To Do List

1. Plan a magical festive environment for the Christmas celebration using lots of lights and greenery.

2. Design table centerpieces that are beautiful, functional and fraught with seasonal significance and meaning. Think Red Green and Gold Painted Teasel and Evergreen boughs. Lots of candles, maybe a baby Jesus made of wax and wrapped in swaddling clothes in the center of … Fabiola is certain that no one would attempt to light the baby Jesus. But there is a bar in the basement. On second thought, a crèche, over the bar, high up, out of reach, surrounded by dear, miniature electric bulbs.

3. Send Mary out to pick the teasel (Fabiola doesn’t DO outdoorsy stuff, let alone grub around the edges of fields looking for interesting dried wildflowers). Locate the doilies and the Christmas Bulb pickle forks; make sure that Mary remembers to use them this year.










Mary, that dear girl took a few moments out of her day today to find and bring back some teasel. <-- Wiki link

And then she painted them for me! She only picked a few, because she did not trust Fabiola. She wondered aloud why she was painting weeds fake brass and hillbilly chrome. I will send her out for more tomorrow.






Fabiola is going to be a busy busy girl!

Mary's Christmas To Do List

Go To Mary's Blog

Christmas Is Coming!

Well, now that one holiday is over, it is time to start preparing for the next one! Christmas! Fabiola loves, loves, loves Christmas!

From decorating the tree to baking cookies, wrapping presents to welcoming all those wonderful, cheerful holiday guests, Christmas is a Fabiola time of year! What other time of year does decorative excess become the norm? Fabiola positively glows at the thought of gayety and greenery, lights and laughter. Heaven!

There is only a short month to get ready! Fabiola must start compiling her Christmas “To Do” List.

Fabiola is sure that Mary will be her usual wet blanket self. She always is. All do this and then we have to do that. I swear that woman can wring every last bit of joy out of a celebration. Every year she and I battle over this holiday. One month to go.

Turkey Talk

Despite the fact that Fabiola called bad turkey mojo upon herself by announcing that she has never had a turkey disaster, this year's turkey turned out just fine.

How could it be any other way? Well, Fabiola is about to tell you how.

"Flavor Injector". That is how. This year while picking up a few last minute groceries Fabiola heard the dulcet call of kitchen gadgetry. There it was ensconced in cardboard and plastic, gleaming injector needle winking in the florescent light. Try me, the siren song wafted throught the air. Fabiola's hand went out and before she could think, there it was in her cart.

Now, there are people who use these syringe type devices with skill and Fabiola presumes great success. But, Fabiola likes to try new ideas and Fabiola in the midst of a creative frenzy sometimes does not consider that people have been cooking and eating for millennia, and if Fabiola is the first person to consider combining, oh, say, Turkey and blended whiskey, there might just be a reason for that *.

Fabiola has to admit that if it had been any day other than Thanksgiving, she would have actually tried the whiskey idea. Instead, Fabiola went with clarified butter.

Lots of it.

The bird was sublime.

But Fabiola still wonders. She, after all, has an injector and turkeys are still on sale.

* - In re-reading it occurs to Fabiola that phrase is mighty familliar - Fabiola has determined that she has interpolated it from something that Fran Leibowitz once wrote and Fabiola once read, only Fran's version was actually funny. As always.

Thinking About Thanksgiving - Redux

Fabiola enters with a flourish, spreading holiday joy! Dear readers how was your day? Was it wonderful? Did you eat and laugh and remember to ...

Oh, who is Fabiola fooling? Fabiola has tasted and snacked and dined herself to near stupor today. Every moment was wonderful. And she did not have to use her air horn even once.

Tonight, Fabiola is thankful that we only have one day a year devoted almost entirely to eating.

Thinking about Thanksgiving ...

Welcome! Welcome! So nice of you to stop by! Let me take your coat!

Make yourself at home! I mean it! Once you have been here five minutes, Fabiola is declaring you family and putting you to work. (Laugh!)

Fabiola is practicing. For tomorrow. Fabiola, the always gracious, always patient, always stylish, always polite doesn't really need the refresher, but Mary, sometimes, she forgets. So I, Fabiola, run the crabby old thing through a few refresher laps before any major event. Just in case.

What does Mary forget, sometimes?

1. That it isn't the turkey, the table, or the trimmings. Holiday gatherings are about friends and family, conversation, remembering, the joy of being together.

Fabiola also reminds Mary that not everyone is as well mannered as Fabiola, so one must make allowances. Now Fabiola has never had to use this at a family gathering, but she also reminds Mary to keep an small air horn handy and visible(the kind that you use on boats and are available in most sporting goods and building supply stores), just in case. Being a good hostess is one thing, putting up with children swinging from the drapery while parents ignore them is another. Two or three quick blasts from an air horn brings the situation to attention, and Fabiola doesn't have to say a single unkind word.

2. That some people will show-up hours early, some will be late. Have snack trays ready for the first bunch and leave a place at the table for the others.

3. Before you all sit down to eat, one dish that should be hot won't be anymore, one dish will be forgotten entirely, Mary will burn the bottoms of the brown and serve rolls. She always does. Why anyone lets her touch them is beyond Fabiola. I think Mary has issues with pre-made rolls. Where was I? None of that matters! Gatherings aren't about perfect, no matter what the TV says.

4. Fabiola also reminds Mary to take a moment to be truly thankful.

For Fabiola, gratitude is what this holiday is all about, no matter what else happens. Else can almost always be handled with laughter, a wet dishrag or an air horn. It is a known fact.

If Grandma isn't around ...

If Grandma isn't around to ask, or you would rather paint your behind blue and walk nekkid down main street before you would admit to her that you JUST WERE NOT LISTENING the two dozen times she told you how she cooked a holiday dinner. Was it just two dozen? Doubt it.



Anyway, if Grandma isn't around and the question is cooking, canning, puttin-up or just fixin-up seek out the advice of an Ag Extension Agent that specializes in domestic sciences.



Fabiola knows that some of you are saying "a what"? Wikipedia explains it all and provides handy-dandy links to the land grant university program in your state, if you scroll to the bottom of the article.



To save you some time since we are talking turkey, Fabiola has linked to an excellent resource from the University Of Illinois.






Thawing a turkey In the Refrigerator

Takes approximately 24 hours per 5 pounds

8 to 12 pounds ..... 1 to 2 days
12 to 16 pounds ..... 2 to 3 days
16 to 20 pounds ..... 3 to 4 days
20 to 24 pounds ..... 4 to 5 days

Thawing a turkey in cold water:

Takes approximately 30 minutes per pound for a Whole Turkey

That means--

8 to 12 pounds ..... 4 to 6 hours
12 to 16 pounds .....6 to 8 hours
16 to 20 pounds ..... 8 to 10 hours
20 to 24 pounds ..... 10 to 12 hours

Change water every 30 minutes.



Turkey for the Holidays

They have pages on Turkey Selection, Cooking Techniques, Carving,


Side Dishes, Turkey Facts, Turkey Fun, Turkey FAQ,


Do Not forget to check out the Credits Page!



Oh and!


Turkey Safety





Fabiola realizes that she should have an exciting turkey cooking story for you, but she doesn't.

Fabiola has never had a turkey disaster. Won't writing that just put the old hex on this year.





Fabiola wants to know, how many of you clicked on the "turkey fun" link? She was wondering the same thing. Fabiola was also mystified that Turkey Bowling was not mentioned, not even once.


Fabiola's Thanksgiving Nagging Day 1

It is four days before Thanksgiving. Have you bought your turkey yet? You should have, if you haven't, go shopping soon (today). If you wait, all the good ones* will be gone.

* By good ones Fabiola means the BIG frozen turkeys. You get more value for your money with the bigger turkeys (meat to bone ratio don'tchaknow?). Cooked turkey freezes!

If you intend to buy a fresh turkey -- Tuesday or Wednesday is the day. Fresh turkey should be stored in the fridge no more than one or two days. If so, do you have your fresh turkey reserved? No? Well! You are quite the gambler, aren't you?

If you are one of those "just enough" people (nothing wrong with that) buy a turkey that weighs

(Number of people eating) multiplied by 1 (or 1.5 if you want left-overs).


Speaking of freezers, if you have bought your turkey, is your turkey still in your deep-freeze? It shouldn't be, it should be in the refrigerator. If it is in a store display freezer (see above) or your refrigerator freezer, you have another day.

That is all for this morning. More later.

Fabiola's Interpolation of a Quote ...

"Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest."

Georgia O'Keeffe


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Fabiola suspects that Ms. O'Keeffe didn't mean exactly this, but Fabiola is running with it anyway. And Fabiola would like to add; running with paintbrushes is not nearly as dangerous as running with scissors. Unless you are near a wall.

Fabiola Fashion Note

In the event that you need a headband and don't have the propper red or blue handkercheif (paisley pattern, found at farm stores) handy, cloth dinner napkins will do in a pinch.

And if you have one in your linen cupboard, use it, your hair will match your dining room decor.

I'm here to help!

Cheesecake (Need I Say More?)

Just in time for large holiday family gatherings,

Mary has posted her cheesecake recipe.


More later today.

Fabiola Misses the Groovy Part ...

Fabiola misses the "groovy part" that used to reside in the middle of songs in the seventies.

There is something wonderful and dramatic about a song, that pauses half-way through, changes tempo, theme or just segues into an instrumental then stops and goes back to what is was doing before as if nothing had happened. Fabiola just loves a little craziness in the middle bringing things to a momentary stop. Keeps life interesting.

Starship's "Jane" is a perfect example. And Fabiola feels compelled to point out that the word perfect was not a casual choice.

It seems to Fabiola that the music of today (at least the music that she hears whilst driving around) all seems to be the same boom thunka boom thunka boom. Fabiola thinks that if the musicians of today can't find it in themselves to actually sing -- they should at least consider bringing back the groovy part in the middle of the song.

Stewed Tomatoes

This was not much of a Fabiola day today, that crabby Mary was working, working and she was ignoring any suggestions that I, Fabiola, offered to make her day more ... well, more anything. What a drudge she is. All straight lines and three miles and hour she is. :: Whispering :: she wore two pairs of socks today and the inner pair clashed with the outer pair! The horror! What if she had been in some sort of a foot related accident? How would she explain her callous disregard for the state of her footwear?

She locked me in the toolbox of her service truck for most of the day, between the bungees and a two and one half gallon jug of 15w 40. I have to tell you that it is going to take several rubbings with washing soda to get the oil stains off the finger tips of my cotton gloves. The indignity.

But dinner! Finally Fabiola elbowed her way to the front. Fabiola decided that no, Mary was not just going to open a can of sliced beets and call it a meal. Fabiola was going to cook up something fast, nutritious, hot just the thing for the end of a long cold work day.

Stewed Tomatoes:

1 - 14.5 ounce can diced tomatoes
1 - Tablespoon Butter (real butter please) - or omit if you are watching calories or saturated fats -- but, the dish looses something without the butter. Well, it does. Olive Oil instead? Well, dear, if you must, it isn't Fabiola's way -- but if it is yours -- go right ahead.
2 - Teaspoons Sugar (just enough to cut the acid of the tomatoes - not enough to make them sweet)
2 - Slices Whole Wheat Bread (or any other bread -- as long as it isn't that super soft, only thing it is really good for is tearing into pieces then squishing into bread balls to eat like popcorn bread)
Salt - just a dash
Basil - a hearty sprinkle -- say 1/8 teaspoon
Black Pepper

Toss all ingredients into a bowl, heat on high power in the microwave for 2 minutes. With a small handfull of walnut halves on the side, Dinner!

Go Read This Blog!

Go read this blog! Life In The Fast Lane Fabiola says NOW! (laughing)



Art, Ornamental Concrete, Trucking and a whole host of other cool and otherwise groovy stuff.


Aside:
Did you know that my man in the moon is actually made of concrete? No? Now ya do. Hangs on the wall. Fabiola doesn't do concrete, but Mary does.

The Quest for Christmas (Tree Skirts)

Partridge In A Pear Tree <-- If you want to download this file

Partridge In A Pear Tree - PES file – 4.65” w X 6.64” h - 32270 stitches - 12 colors
Quick note on the embroidery files here -- Sorry! I had them stored on AOL hometown and as of October 31, that is gone. As soon as I figure out how to host them somewhere else, the links will work again.


Ok, the Christmas tree skirt. Fabiola's Everest of felt and glitter.

Fabiola must back up a bit here. Back by oh, say, almost half a century.

Wait. Fabiola needs a moment here. She just realized that “almost half a century” applies to her. Fabiola is making a mental note: Never again allow the word century enter you mind at the same time you are contemplating your age, until you can claim the whole thing. Decades, we are good with decades.

Cheerfully moving on.

Drugs. In the months before her glorious entrance into the big sleigh ride that is life, Fabiola’s mother had a doctor that believed that women shouldn’t gain too much weight while pregnant. Solution? He prescribed amphetamines.

Yes, yes, now sipping so much as a teaspoon of leaded coffee will doom an infant to a lifetime of … well, I am confused as to the dire consequences are certain to befall a contemporary child born to a mother who indulges in mild legal stimulants, but they are inevitable and terrible. It is a known fact.

Fortunately, before science, when Fabiola was not quite Fabiola, Mothers taking speed caused wonderful Christmas Tree Skirts. The whole Twelve Days of Christmas, from Pear Tree to Drummers Drumming, “I have never had so much energy”, was Mom’s remark regarding that time. Fabiola just bets THAT was true. Regardless of the reason, the reality was spectacular. Is, I suppose, one of Fabiola’s siblings ended up with that tree skirt.

Fabiola is working on one of her own. Perhaps, “working on” is too strong a phrase. Footaly-Tootaling around with felt, glue and embroidery is more accurate. Fabiola is attempting machine embroidery. Fabiola discovered shortly after purchasing her machine, that she HATES cutting jump threads. To avoid the tedium of trimming all those strings, Fabiola decided to create her own files so that there are no or only a few to trim when the machine is done stitching. To avoid spending minutes trimming threads, Fabiola is willing to spend hours creating the files. Of course dear, that makes no sense at all. Fabiola lives for moments like this.

Fabiola has the partridge in the pear tree and the French hens covered. Oh, and a Holly Sprig. Four Christmases (maybe five) have elapsed since she started. At this stunning pace, Fabiola will be done in another twenty years. Or so.

Three French Hens <-- If you want to download this file

Three French Hens – PES file - 5.83” w X 4.23” h - 44115 stitches - 14 colors

Holly Sprig <-- If you want to download this file

Holly Sprig - PES file – 1.9” w X 1.91” h - 3242 stitches - 3 colors

Peeps Peppermint Stars

Coffee, Milk, 2 Peeps Pepermint Stars - yum!

Wednesday Wisdom

Wisdom From Erma Bombeck: Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.

Fabiola's Everest

Fabiola understands taking on near impossible challenges,. She has difficulty following the reasoning behind going to a place where Mother Nature has done her level best to say "stay out". Cold, no oxygen, unpredictable weather, not even one lovely flagstone path with seasonal blooms arranged in nice neat rows ... Fabiola digresses.

Fabiola has her own personal Everest. A Christmas Tree skirt. She will talk about it more later today, as she has run out of time this morning.