There's Some Quilt Names in That There Blog Post

Some people have to go out to get good pizza.  Some have to pick up the phone to get good pizza.  I make it.

Growing up Italian I learned at the knee of some great Italian matriarch's about making spaghetti sauce.  Or, as they say in New Orleans, red gravy.  Betcha didn't know if you go to a true neighborhood restuarant in New Orleans and you order something that comes with gravy, they will ask you, red or brown.  There is no
white.  Just red or brown.

If you want a great New Orleans "really the way we cook" cookbook you HAVE to get John Besh's My New Orleans.    He talks about  growing up in the city, all the old restaurants, the way he learned  to cook.  The other one I recommend is Cooking Up A Storm by Marcelle Bienvenu. (Either is prefect for a wedding or shower gift or for someone who is hard to buy for and likes the South or loves to cook.  Yes!  Christmas presents early.)

After Katrina, when so many homes were destroyed sitting for weeks in muddy water, people had no idea what they had lost. Photos of life in New Orleans, their kids, their weddings, the treasures the collected over a lifetime.  But more than that, they also lost part of their cultural heritage in the recipes that had been collected from their mothers and their mother's mothers.  So Marcelle began to collect the treasured family recipes from the collective memories  and from the archives of the Times Picayune newspaper.  This is the way the people of New Orleans cook.  And it is good!  Oh yes, see the mud McGee is laying in?  He dug up my stevia plant from the pot he is leaning on.  Angel, my foot.

So far three Quilt Names.

Oh, yeah, pizza.  I made this glorious pizza for lunch today.

I am still no closer to the grey block with triangles, or my Modern Robin.  

We went to the Farmer's Market and ended up with only carrots and turnips.  I bough two of everything so I could bribe Andrew for fixing my computer.  I downloaded Elements and it worked, but then I hgot an error message and had to reload it.  I was playing with it prior to class and it was fine, but when I went to  just play a bit more, I had an error message and had to reload it.  Class was fine, worked for 2 1/2 hours and it was perfect.  Got home got the error message.  So  I uninstalled it, and couldnd't get it reinstalled.

Leaving the Farmer's Market Frank said he wanted to avoid the DIRECT route of the interstate because it was slowing a bit by Acadian Thruway.  So we went through LSU, out to Nicholson where they were lining up for the Susan B Komen Race for the Cure and had to detour.  So we missed the turn and ended up in GEISMAR which is like way way way out.  It took us an hour and a half to go what should have taken 20--30 minutes.  Hows that for trying to avoid traffic?

It is sunny here for a change.  There are bassets everywhere, in various postions of sunning.  They are so cute when they are sleeping!  Like little angels!  Oh yes, see the mud McGee is laying in?  (Ok, see the mud in which McGee lays?)  He had just dug up my stevia plant from the green pot he is laying against.  Angel, my foot!

So haw many Quilt Names did you pick out?

Cold Heat

I thought you needed to see what cold weather does to Smelly Bassets.  It drives them together, tightly!

 

They are outside sunning because I am inside cleaning up in my sewing room.  If I am going to get all these quilts quilted, then I need space to make more!  LOL

Getting Colder ----- Time for Santa Photos

It is a good thing we have lots and lots and lots of quilts!  The weather has gotten quite cold in just one day.  We woke to 36 degrees this morning and just two days ago it was 89.  Whew!  What a change.

I can say one thing, the Swissys never snuggled like this!

Frank and I scrambled to bring in the ferns last night in the dark with the wooley creatures lurking in the darkness just out of our flashlight range.  You can hear the twigs snapping as they walk along the fenceline.  Chloe loves to sit out until all hours of the night and commune with the night creatures.  We make sure she has her heartworm preventative every month as I am sure she gets mosquitoes.

Don't forget to bring your dogs out to Harley Davidson on Seigen Lane in Baton Rouge on Nov 11 from 9-3 or so for Santa CAAWS photos.  We really need the revenue and you get beautiful pictures from a professional photograhpher.  If you don't want to bring your dogs, bring your kids or grandkids, we have children who have grown up with us all these years.

See this beautiful couple?  And the people are cute too!

Are Bassets Dumb or Smart -- I Can't Tell

Swissys are really smart but the jury is still out on Bassets.  If you are not sure like me, then you may just want to check out this story.

http://now.msn.com/now/0328-dog-saves-life.aspx

Well, after the story you probably won't know any more but you will have an appreciation for the resourcefulness of the breed.  They certainly know how to figure out how to get around a barricade or that tiny crumb way back on the counter-top you missed when you cleaned off the counter.

Bad bad weather last night, lots of hail.  We had what went through Dallas yesterday.  Thanks, Natalie!  Today it is wet and cloudy with chances of scattered T-Storms so I will sew today.  I have borders to put on the Elephants, Zig Zags and The Neighborhood.  After that addition, each will be ready for quilting.

I will post pictures this afternoon to show you my beauties!

glen

Dogs and Bones (Like Sense and Sensibility or War and Peace)

Milkbones!

I recently had to purchase more dog bones for the dogs.  We do this quite often, but not not as often as when I had three or more, or the big dogs like the Swissys.  The bassets eat a lot but they consume less volume than the Swissys.  Although DiNozzo ate as much as Dutch ate and there was about 70 lbs difference in the two.

I still buy the huge boxes of bones, out of habit.  I had the big Swissys since 1989 when Pepsi came into our lives, and big dogs all my life with the Irish Setters and Labs.  While the Bassets are not "little" dogs, they are definitely short dogs.  DiNozzo sets out at 55 lbs now.  And if he were not a pogo stick bouncing off the walls and needing miles of walks daily, he would be heavier.  He is a big boned tall boy, but painfully thin even now after a year of living with me.  I should have that problem.

Cannot get this one
to orient straight up.

I put the huge box of bones into 4 airtight containers and their bone-shaped cookie jar.  They get a lunch bone, a 3 o'clock bone and a night bone before bed.  I have no idea how the 3 o'clock bone came about, but the lunch bone was to keep Dutch from throwing up that yellow bile midday.  It was effective.  Then came the 3 am upchuck, and thus the night bone.  But 3 o'clock?  No idea at all.  They were just lucky and talked me into it, I guess.

Something stuck on his nose!

The bassets reveled in the passing out of bones at all hours of the day.  They are food hounds anyway, and they thought this was most wonderful.  But, that said, the Swissys would definitely tell time.  Bonnie Doon would come in and say, Hey Mom.  Three o'clock.  If I didn't move, about 5 inutes later she would send Dutch in.  Hey mom.  Three Oh Five.  He would turn on the charm and sit up when I looked at him.  He was so cute, hovering there on his haunches, with his front legs tucked so nicely.  THen he would toss his cookies on the carpet.  I got up and gave them their bone.

Bassets don't care about time.  They just care about getting the bones.  So anyone who goes into the kitchen at any time of the day has the potential of giving them a bone.  Three o'clock will often pass me by when I am sewing on some project, and they don't care.  Next time I get up will be good enough.  As long as they get a bone, they are jiggy with it.