Integration

Okay, I admit it. I can't keep my interests separate. They just get muddled with each other.

So, as much as I'd like to spare Linguini-ites the overpowering nesting tendencies of Domestic Derring-Do and spare the Do-ers from my occasionally caustic, decidedly canine, usually puzzling life on Linguini On the Ceiling, I'm beginning to feel fragmented. They keep spilling over into each other.

And so all future posts will be over on Linguini and we'll all have to live with the fact that sometimes I'm not pithy and clever and I really do have a side of me that wishes she never had to leave her little hill for the real world.

So, if you're a regular of Domestic Derring-Do, Welcome, and don't let the residents there frighten you. They're harmless, old friends, many related and all hold down normal lives. Well, relatively normal.

Like angels on the head of a pin...

Ya know what really tickled me when Chuck and I picked out this land four years ago?

Moss.

I love moss, but haven't lived anywhere with moss since I was nine years old. I missed having moss. Now I have lots of moss and I never fail to get a 'heart val-ump' whenever I discover another patch.

When I was very little my mother told me that at midnight the elves come out and dance on the moss -- a strange memory in that my mother was not given to stories of fantasy. Most of her stories dealt with evil little girls who get their proper come-uppance -- like the one about the cranky little girl who wouldn't let her mother comb her hair, so she left the house without her hair combed and the birds mistook her head for a nest and started dropping worms and bugs and bird poop on it.

Perhaps because it was so out of character for her I believed her story well past the time I should have known better. I think some part of me keeps hoping to find a tiny shoe left behind.

Or some other evidence...


This is Gnome Hill, after all...

A Peaceful New Year's Eve

No, really. Even with a party going on downstairs, for Chuck and me things were calm and quiet.

We played Scrabble and I made some homemade caramel popcorn and we toasted in the New Year with sparkling fruit juice (we were, after all, responsible for all those kids downstairs, who were remarkably well-behaved).

Not a bad way to spend many people's least favorite holiday. I think there is just so much pressure put on the New Year, it's hard to get into the required festive spirit. There is all this baggage of the previous year to reconcile and huge expectations for the coming year. It does us good to remember January 1st is just December 31st's tomorrow. That's all. No more onus on the day than any other day -- and just as much promise.

My caramel corn recipe, for those interested:

In a brown paper grocery bag put 16 cups air-popped popcorn (approx. 1 cup unpopped)

Place in a glass microwave safe bowl:

1 cup brown sugar
1 stick butter (1/2 cup)
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 cup light corn syrup

Microwave on high for about 5 minutes, stopping to stir at 1 minute intervals, until bubbly. (Alternatively, you can do this on the range top in a heavy pot until bubbly).

Take off heat and stir into mixture:

1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. vanilla

Pour this over popcorn in bag, close bag and shake well. Place in microwave on high for a total of five minutes as follows: 2 minutes, shake; 1 minute, shake; 1 minute, shake; 30 seconds, shake; 30 seconds, shake.

Pour into large bowl and stir a little more. Allow to cool and stir to break up.

(You can also add up to 2 cup of whatever nuts you may want. I like cashews, personally...)