Friday, February 29, 2008

The Silence Speaks For Itself

I have been silent for a few days, because I have sneaked away to a beach retreat with some friends for a weekend of beach-walking, photo taking, scrapbooking fun.

Rewind a couple of years - Darla, Annette, and I were at a company meeting in Seaside, OR. One of the days, Darla and Annette decided to take little drive up the coast a ways, and found the neatest little scrapbook store in Warrenton. Neat enough that they brought me back the next day, and I definitely concurred. Of course, we got on the e-mail list, to find out of any upcoming specials, in case there was anything worth making the 6 hour drive. It wasn't long until the e-mails were touting their new scrapbook retreat house - blocks from the beach, blocks from the store, sleeps/scraps 12, and endless fun promised.

Darla and I started dreaming right then. Oh, the possibilities.

It took two years, but the dream has become a reality. We only brought 7, not 12, but the scrap tables are full, the snack bar is overflowing, our tummies are uncomfortably stuffed, and the pages - they are a pumpin' out. This was a good test to see if it was a facility up to its claims or not. Although I think there are a few iffy claims, this place has been a most fabulous vacation. For next time, here's what I'm thinking . . .

I think 7-8 people is the max. There are beds for 12 and tables for 12 (4' tables), but only with lots of sharing - of bathrooms (2), of a regular sized kitchen, of 2-4 beds in each bedroom, of parking spaces, etc. You all need to like each other a really lot. Thankfully, that has been the case this weekend.

I don't know whether my mind made the beach claim out to something it shouldn't have been, or not, but it was a bit disappointing. "Close to the beach" to me means go out the front or back door, walk a maximum of 2-5 blocks, and there's sand in your shoes. To them, it means walk out the back door, get in your car, drive 4.5 miles, and you're there. Regardless, it's about 295 miles closer than I am out my own back door, so I'll cease my complaining.

Same goes for "Blocks to the store." Not walking blocks. This is probably a good thing - temptation does not need to be within walking distance - I have enough of it on the snack counter.

Things I am pleasantly surprised about - hairdryer provided, tons of kitchen staples in case you forgot (flour, sugar, paper plates, etc), a fully-stocked kitchen equipment wise, a hot tub, great cell phone coverage, power strips and lamps for every two work stations, available (albeit black market) wireless connection, and tons of scrapbook magazines in the reading area.

Oh yeah, and this afternoon, in the pouring, driving rain, Deb and I spent some time here with our cameras . . .

If you are like me, and had never heard of the Peter Iredale Shipwreck before today, it is worth checking out - and really cool to see in person, too.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Do you drive a "dork-mobile"??

So, this morning on the way to work, we saw this car . . .

I think it's a neat looking car. So I commented.

"Hey, guys, that's a pretty cool car."

Chance - "Whatever, it's ugly."

Colton - "Yeah, it's ugly."

Chance - "It's a dork-mobile, mom."

Colton - (laughing) "Yeah, a dork-mobile!"

Chance - (after a bit of a pause) "So, you could drive it."

"WHAT!! I'm not a dork!"

Chance - "Yeah, you are."

"What about our car - is it a dork-mobile?"

Chance - "Pretty much."

"So, what do you guys think I should drive?"

Colton - (whispers) "Chance, what kind of cars do we think are cool?" (louder now) "You'd have to drive a hummer - then you'd have a cool-hummer-mobile."

"But this one's paid for - doesn't that make it a little bit cool?"

Chance - "No, no it does not. I'd rather make payments on a Hummer."

Back to the drawing board . . .

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Did you see the 'clipse?

We had a fun evening, watching the progression of the lunar eclipse. It began at about 5:45 our time, so we began watching on our way home, as it started shadowing the lower left quadrant of the moon.

We used the interior lights in the car, and Colton's Easter Egg art project from school to mimic the eclipse. Chance played the sun, the egg played the earth, and the light played the part of the moon - grammy nominations all around, everyone did a fantastic job getting into their parts! At one point, Colton got a worried tone to his voice - "Does a 'clipse mean the moon will go away forever?" So, I showed him the egg's progression again, and how we would see the full moon on the other side of the eclipse. That it wouldn't hide the moon forever - really, just for about 4 hours.

Chance remembered a few years ago, we had another lunar eclipse, and I pulled him out of Kids' Club to look at it. He started crying, becuase he thought the moon was going to go away forever. So, apparently this is a common kid fear - either that or I've mentally scarred both of them in some way.

Matt took a bunch of cool pictures, and we watched the progression from our deck several times through the evening. When the boys went to bed, they got one last good look out their window before they closed their tired eyes.

Colton's first question this morning - "Mom, did you look at the 'clipse after we went to sleep last night? Good. Did the moon make it out okay???"

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

You Move Your Chin to Focus????

Wow, what a day today was. Had I known what I was getting into when I rolled out of bed, I may have worn more protective clothing.

Darla and I had to go to town at lunchtime. We had lots of stuff to do for the office, and of course, had to find some lunch while we were in town. She offered to drive, since she has a loaner car (hers is in the shop), and we might as well put the miles on that.

Now, I will say that on the way into town, she didn't even send one text message while driving - either the new law has made her more conservative, or she's tired of hearing me flip her crap. So, we were safe-as-can-be on the way into town . . . . or so I thought.

We ran many errands. And, in the midst of them, she gets a call that her new bifocals are in at the eye doctor. In the name of brevity, we will not talk about how old you have to be to wear bifocals - I'll let you go there on your own.

We decided to pick them up on our last stop, so she can try out her new "eyes". She almost fell down on the way out of the eye doctor, but I thought she was joking - until she started to drive. Here's some excerpts from our drive back to the office:

"Okay, move your chin to focus."
(I let this one go - thought she was just talking to herself to get used to the new specs)

"Right turn only. Can you see that says 'Right Turn Only'? It was always too small before."

"Wow - I can see the speedometer, and then look up and still see the road!"

"Ice cream cakes - DQ has ice cream cakes!"

"Dentistry?? Did you know that was a dentist office right there? How long has that been a dentist office?"

"If I tilt my head, I can make things look reallllly long. But blurry."

"This should make texting and driving much easier. I'll be able to focus on the letters when I look down, and still see the road when I look up."

Yes - I was talking to my Lord this whole time. Not prayers of safety - I knew we were safer now than we had been in her car in the last 6 months!! No, I was praying prayers of thankfulness - that we made it into town today, that we made it into town and back the last 36 times I've ridden with her. That she hasn't wrecked during the blurry "re-focus" period of going from the text message back to the road. We serve an awesome God!

Right turn only, huh?

PS - They look fabulous on her.

Monday, February 18, 2008


So, I'm at home today, on this President's Day weekend. My hard-working office mates are holding down the fort while I take a vacation day to do my taxes. Yeah, I'd rather be at work :-(

Anyway, the boys are watching Angels in the Outfield, and I am hoping for the Tax Angel to visit me and help me finish this stuff up. In the meantime, here's an e-mail I got about angels this week. Cute, cute, cute . . .


Sarah, age 7:'I only know the names of two angels. Hark and Harold.'
* * * * * * *
Gregory, age 5:'Everybody's got it all wrong. Angels don't wear halos anymore. I forget why, but scientists are working on it.'
* * * * * * *
Olive, age 9:'It's not easy to become an angel. First, you die. Then you go to heaven; then there's still the flight training to go through. And then you got to agree to wear those angel clothes.'
* * * * * * *
Matthew, age 9:'Angels work for God and watch over kids when God has to go do something else.'
* * * * * * *
Mitchell, age 7'My guardian angel helps me with math, but he's not much good for science.'
* * * * * * *
Henry, age 8:'Angels don't eat, but they drink milk from Holy Cows!!!.'
* * * * * * *
Jack, age 6:'Angels talk all the way while they're flying you up to heaven. The main subject is where you went wrong before you got dead.'
* * * * * * *
Daniel, age 9:'When an angel gets mad, he takes a deep breath and counts to ten. And when he lets out his breath, somewhere there's a tornado.'
* * * * * * *
Reagan, age 10:'Angels have a lot to do and they keep very busy. If you lose a tooth, an angel comes in through your window and leaves money under your pillow. Then when it gets cold, angels go south for the winter.'
* * * * * * *
Sara, age 6:'Angels live in cloud houses made by God and his son, who's a very good carpenter.'
* * * * * * *
Jared, age 8:'All angels are girls because they gotta wear dresses and boys didn't go for it.'
* * * * * * *
Antonio, age 9:'My angel is my grandma who died last year. She got a big head start on helping me while she was still down here on earth.'
* * * * * * *
Katelynn, age 9:'Some of the angels are in charge of helping heal sick animals and pets. And if they don't make the animals get better, they help the child get over it.'
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Vicki, age 8:'What I don't get about angels is why, when someone is in love, they shoot arrows at them.'
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Friday, February 15, 2008

Favorite Ingredient Friday - Coconut Shrimp

I had these shrimp at Red Lobster last weekend. Yummy! In my quest to find the recipe, I ran across this one at Robbie's Recipe Collection. We had it as part of our Valentine's dinner last night, and it did not disappoint! Matt added a fabulous grilled steak and steamed crab legs to the fare - I also came in with sourdough bread with oil & vinegar for dipping. What a feast! I'm with Neighbor Jane Payne - I'd rather skip the crowds on Valentine's night, and make myself the same (or better) meal for 1/2 the price!
Coconut Shrimp with Pina Colada Sauce
Serves 4-6
Prep Time 35 minutes
1 1/2 cups Corn Starch - divided
2 cups Plain Bread Crumbs
2 cups Sweetened Coconut Flakes
1 1/2 cups liquid Pina Colada Drink Mix - divided
2 T Powdered Sugar
1/3 cup Spiced Rum
1 # Raw Jumbo Shrimp - peeled, deveined, butterflied
1/3 cup Sour Cream
1/3 cup Crushed Pineapple - drained
-Place 1 cup corn starch in a bowl; set aside.
-Combine bread crumbs, 1/2 cup corn starch, and coconut flakes in a separate bowl; set aside.
-Combine 1 cup pina colada mix, powdered sugar, and rum in a separate bowl; set aside.
-Coat shrimp in corn starch, then dip in pina colada mixture, then in coconut mixture, back into pina colada mixture, and finally into the coconut mixture again. Wow - that's alotta dipping!
-Carefully drop each coated shrimp into 375* oil, fry until golden brown, and drain on paper bags.
-To make dipping sauce, combine 1/2 cup pina colada mix, sour cream, and pineapple.
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Thursday, February 14, 2008

Share the Love!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

All week, I have been entranced by the Compassion Bloggers. Compassion Interntional invited 15 bloggers to Uganda for a week-long trip into the life of these children. There are some absolutely amazing stories, and my eyes have not been dry even once when reading them.

Some of the bloggers you may be familiar with - BooMama, Rocks In My Dryer, & Flowerdust - are there, blogging their experiences and stories each day. Check out some of the 15, read their stories, take it all in - I dare your heart not to be tugged.

After you've read them, ask yourself what $30/month would mean to you. One less coffee per week? A few less scrapbooking supplies? Hamburger helper two nights instead of dinner out? Only you know the answer to that. But to that child, $30/month means food, clothing, shelter, education, clean water, HOPE.

We already sponsor one child through Compassion, and it has been a great blessing. After this week, I want 3 more. I want them all. I want to help.

How about you?

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Happy Heart Day

The boys and I finished their Valentine's for school last night. I totally stole the idea from Susan, because she has the best craft and gift ideas on the planet. Colton loves them - Chance is embarrassed by them. The mantra started this morning -

"Why do I have to take these to school? They are going to be nothing like what the other kids bring. They don't even look like rocks in that bag - I don't care what you say. And if some of the other kids do bring candy, it will be the 'good stuff', like bags of M&M's and Reese's and stuff. Why couldn't you have used real Pop Rocks? 2/$1 isn't that expensive. Why can't I just give pencils or gum like regular kids?"

Oh, they pure joy of the 8-year-old stage - they know it all, but have to make sure everything they know is exactly what their friends know, because the world implodes if someone is unique.

Anyway, I was firm - because they were already made, because I will not stress out until midnight tonight making something different, and because he should voice his ideas sooner than the day before the party - there is only room for one procrastinator in this family, and I claimed the title long before he was born!

Besides that, I'll be busy tonight finishing these for the kids' teachers. Which probably won't be acceptable for Chance's fragile social ego right now, either. Better practice the "if you don't like it, you should have taken the initiative to make something yourself" speech for tomorrow morning.

Wish me luck . . .

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Our weekend in phrases

The much-anticipated follow up to Our Weekend In Pictures.

Colton - (looking up at the scoreboard after their first game - 24-0) "Did we win, mama?"
I love it when he calls me "mama."

"What hotel are you guys staying in?"
"We brought our camper down."
"Oh, so you're staying at the RV Park next door - won't that be convenient?"
"Nope, we're stayin' at the Wal-Mart parking lot . . . . ."

Coach Mullins, in his pre-game pep talk for the 4th game - "We are on the rise!" Yes, yes we are.

Chance - "Get 'em up, get 'em loose, and knock 'em on their BAHOOKIES!"

"So . . . . ha, and HA!, little girl"

Chance - "Why should I skate all the way up to him - he'll just hit the puck past me and I'll have to turn around and skate all the way back!" (Yes, visions of Judd playing grade-school soccer flashed in my mind.)

At the Red Lobster - "Mama, come look at these lobsters. See those things on their backs, Grandmother said that's their test*cles, or something like that, or whatever she said. Anyway . . ."
"Colton, did she maybe say barnacles?"
"Yeah, that's it!"

Chance - "Mom, what's up with (insert imitation of me excitedly raising my hands in the air in anticipation of an Americans goal) this all the time???"

Matt, while watching the teenage girls show off their "wares" during the Skate with the Americans after the hockey game - "Look, honey, puck bunnies!"

As Coach Mullins draws on the whiteboard, illustrating player positions ("O" for offensive players, "D" for defensive players) - one observant little 7-year-old - "You just wrote the word "DO" hee hee hee hee"

Coach Lyle - "Let's keep our comments to hockey related questions, please!"

Chance - "It sure woud have been more fun if we won a game, huh mom?"
Yes, yes it would have - but somehow I had a great weekend anyway.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Our Weekend In Pictures

Arrive Tri-Cities. 1st game of hockey tourney. We are not-so-subtly awakened by what it's like to play in a real game. We lose 24-0.
Our spirits are dampened, but not squelched. It does not stop us from seeking out good food at the friendly, neighborhood bar & grill, Applebee's.

We park the camper at our home for the weekend - the Wal-Mart parking lot. I was not about to pay $30 per night to park at the tournament facility. At 2 a.m., when the battery decided to poop out, and Matt had to scurry around in the freezing temperatures, I think he may have been wishing we were hooked up to something. But, Wal-Mart is r.v. friendly - they love to have you there! Find a level parking spot, and welcome home! They figure they'll make it up by you going in and shopping at their store. It worked - we had to go in twice . . .

Day two of the tourney. We've got our game faces on now!

Lots of planning and strategizing. We lose the next two games, 18-0, and 14-2 respectively. But, we scored a couple goals, learned a lot, and the kids still had a great time. The ref didn't show for the 3rd game, so we just played a scrimmage - so, in the books, it was officially a TIE!! We are on the rise!

Again, our disappointment with the tournament does not stop us from seeking out good food. Crab linguini and coconut shrimp, you are my friend!

Colton, although tiny compared to the 7-8 year olds we played with, held his own. He did so well, popping right back up every time he fell down.

Chance learned so much this weekend. No longer dominating the ice of the Moses Lake rink, he had to play a lot of defense, and only got one shot on goal the whole weekend. He learned about skating hard during his shift, and resting on the bench - no gliding!

I was so proud of them both. What a test of character, to lose so terribly, yet still bring a good attitude to each match. It was fun to see.

Again, seeking out good food. I wonder why I was a pound up on my Monday weigh-in??

We watched the Tri-City Americans play Sunday afternoon. It was so fun to watch the "pro's" play, and apply all the lessons we'd learned throughout the weekend.

Afterward, they had an hour to "Skate with the Players"

Here's Colton skating around the rink with the player he snagged.

And Chance skating with his . . .

And, here's Colton with the Tri-Cities' current star - Colton Yellowhorn. He was skeptical about skating with him - first he thought they were going to be playing hockey and that Colton would "rough him up." Then, he worred about whether he was really "yellow" or had a "horn." It was hilarious! In the end, I think he became his new hero.

Tune in tomorrow for "Our weekend in phrases" and be amazed and amused by the quips and quotes that kept us going throughout the weekend.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Favorite Ingredient Friday - Valentine's Chocolate

This is a really rich bundt cake - a little goes a long way! They've tried to keep it pretty low-cal (as chocolate desserts go) - if I remember right, I got it from a friend who wanted a rich treat while on the South Beach Diet. Not saying it's South Beach approved, but it was her way to have a somewhat healthy chocolate treat.

Chocolate Bundt Cake

1 package dark fudge cake mix
1 pint Tillamook fat free sour cream
1 package sugar free fat free vanilla pudding
2 eggs
1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil
1/2 cup Kailua liquor
12oz package semi-sweet chocolate chips
Powdered sugar to garnish

Preheat oven to 350*. Mix together all ingredients except for chocolate chips. Batter will be very thick. Fold in chocolate chips and pour into greased and floured bunt cake pan. Bake for 45 - 50 minutes.

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Thursday, February 7, 2008

Knowledge is power . . . . . . I hope

This post is brought to you by the fine folks at Microsoft, who, in their brilliant marketing campaign of the "Mature" rated game Halo, have sucked in our Burger King and 7-Eleven patronizing kids. Thanks so much - your advertising so blatantly geared toward my 8-year-old has opened up avenues of communication that I was going to put off for awhile. Your ever-striving push toward that almighty dollar has removed this evil procrastination from my available options, and plunged me deep into straight talk of blood, gore, dying, first-person-shooter, and foul language with my young son. Tonight was a fun night, to say the least.

Chance has been asking for weeks if he could play the game Halo with his friend Gunnar - who is a teenager. My first question was to ask what it was rated. "M" for Mature was his answer. This is the movie equivalent of "R" in my opinion - not intended for kids under 17. So, based on the rating, my answer was no, at least until I could research the game for myself.

Life has been busy, and I haven't been in front of my computer to check into the reviews on this game. Tonight, Chance finally cornered me, and asked me to look it up. I started out on the Focus on the Family review site called Plugged In - it gives reviews beyond just the rating, so you can make a good judgement for your family. Well, I have used them for movies, but didn't realize they don't do video games, so we ended up at Common Sense Media. Another great parental tool, I am finding.

Anyway, the site gave some great insight as to why the "M" rating, and in the end stuck to the "over 17" suggestion. There was a Common Sense review, several adult reviews, and several kid reviews. It cemented my "NO" decision, at least for the near future.

Chance was understandably upset. We got to do the "just because they do it in their family, doesn't mean we do it in ours" talk, when he brought up the friend-of-a-friend's 5-year-old brother that supposedly gets to play. He tried comparing it to other games that were seemingly much worse, so we got to have the "just because it's better than something that's really bad, doesn't mean that it's good" talk.

When I went into the bathroom to check on Colton's tub progress, Chance perused the ratings site by himself. These are the "kid" ratings that he highlighted to try and further his cause:

"Don't listen to the common sense rating 17+, they obviously haven't even played any of the halo games. This game has lots of blood but it is no more than you would see in a T rated game, it's also blue, purple or a red-purple color. there is occasional swearing in the game mostly by your teamates who use them when shooting the aliens. I would still give this game an m rating although even younger kids would be able to handle it. My uncle's kids weren't allowed to play it at first and they are 7-8 years old and after i showed him what was in it, he let them play it. So if you don't let your kid play it at least get it for yourself and let them play multiplayer with you because there is no swearing and if any very minimal blood. I was reading the commonsense rating and yes you can determin someone is dead just by seeing them fall and the body disapering, but the blood and bodys just make it more realistic also making it cool."

"I'm sorry, but you parents should not worry about your kids having games from the Halo saga; they shouldn't be M! This game is M for violence and blood and gore and language. Yes, the violence is questionable, but it's stopping a cruel and evil alien race! And the language isn't even that bad. They might say "damn," "bastard," and "sh*t," a few times, but trust me, they'll hear worse at school. On the other hand, online gameplay could be offensive to some, considering there is no control of people's language during gameplay."

Anyway, as you can see, they didn't really bolster his argument. I was impressed with his well-thought points, and that he made them respectfully, without yelling, whining, and throwing a fit. So impressed that I wanted to give in (just a little) to reward him somewhat for handling the situation so well. But, I didn't. In the end, things broke down just a bit, with Chance thinking that I never listen to him, and also claiming that those people at the rating place have probably never even seen the game and just want to punish the kids. Yeah - that's it.

But, as with any situation, some good has come out:

  1. Chance is showing his ability to think through an argument, gather points, and respectfully present and agree or disagree.

  2. My babysitter, Tina, is on the same page as we are - we also had a lengthy phone conversation tonight about Chance's permissions to participate in or watch games like that. It's so great to be a united front, and know that he is getting the same instruction when he's at her house as when he's at home. Thanks, Tina!

  3. I found a new review site that I will use for games in the future.

  4. I know in my heart that we are doing the best we can to raise our boys.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

A Heart for God

I am currently doing Beth Moore's bible study on David - 90 days with a heart like his. It has been such a blessing already. Awesome to see how God uses regular, everyday people to further His kingdom. David was far from perfect, yet he was a man after God's own heart. I love this excerpt by Max Lucado, outlining the same concept . . .

When We Miss the Target
by Max Lucado

Read the first verse of Matthew’s gospel. Jesus knew David’s ways. He witnessed the adultery, winced at the murders, and grieved at the dishonesty. But David’s failures didn’t change Jesus’ relation to David. The initial verse of the first chapter of the first gospel calls Christ “the son of David” (Matt. 1:1 KJV). The title contains no disclaimers, explanations, or asterisks. I’d have added a footnote: “This connection in no way offers tacit approval to David’s behavior.” No such words appear. David blew it. Jesus knew it. But he claimed David anyway.

He did for David what my father did for my brother and me.

Back in our elementary school days, my brother received a BB gun for Christmas. We immediately set up a firing range in the backyard and spent the afternoon shooting at an archery target. Growing bored with the ease of hitting the circle, my brother sent me to fetch a hand mirror. He placed the gun backward on his shoulder, spotted the archery bull’s-eye in the mirror, and did his best Buffalo Bill imitation. But he missed the target. He also missed the storehouse behind the target and the fence behind the storehouse. We had no idea where the BB pellet flew. Our neighbor across the alley knew, however. He soon appeared at the back fence, asking who had shot the BB gun and who was going to pay for his sliding-glass door.

At this point I disowned my brother. I changed my last name and claimed to be a holiday visitor from Canada. My father was more noble than I. Hearing the noise, he appeared in the backyard, freshly rousted from his Christmas Day nap, and talked with the neighbor.

Among his words were these:
“Yes, they are my children.”
“Yes, I’ll pay for their mistakes.”

Christ says the same about you. He knows you miss the target. He knows you can’t pay for your mistakes. But he can. “God sent Jesus to take the punishment for our sins” (Rom. 3:25 NLT).
Since he was sinless, he could.

Since he loves you, he did. “This is real love. It is not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins” (1 John 4:10 NLT).

He became one of us to redeem all of us. “Jesus, who makes people holy, and those who are made holy are from the same family. So he is not ashamed to call them his brothers and sisters” (Heb. 2:11 NCV).

He wasn’t ashamed of David. He isn’t ashamed of you. He calls you brother; he calls you sister. The question is, do you call him Savior?

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

What exactly are "Grandpa" shoes?

My parents came down this weekend, and my dad was wearing shoes similar to these. I think they were some that were bought for Judd somewhere around 1998. Judd didn't like them, and dad can't bear to see them go to waste.

Chance - Papa, what's up with those shoes?

Papa - Don't you like them?

Chance - I don't know.

Papa - I think they're kind of cool shoes.

Chance - I don't really think they're "grandpa" kind of shoes.

According to Google, by next trip, he should be wearing something more like this. . .

Friday, February 1, 2008

Favorite Ingredients Friday - Wilted Spinach Salad

Wilted Lettuce Salad
Verna Wisner

½ hd Iceburg lettuce
Eq. Fresh spinach leaves, stems removed

2 Hard-boiled eggs – chopped fine
¼ c Grated parmesan

1 lb. Bacon
Chop slab in ½” pieces, and fry until crispy. Remove bacon to a paper towel, and save drippings to complete dressing recipe.

¼ c Water
2-3 T Vinegar
2-3 T Brown Sugar
1 t Mustard
Add above 4 ingredients to bacon drippings. Stir until combined and warmed through. To create a thicker/stickier dressing, you can add ½ T cornstarch to the water before stirring it in with the drippings.

Mix lettuce and spinach and arrange on a serving plate (should be a large, shallow pile). Pour dressing evenly over the top of the lettuce mixture. Top with bacon pieces, then eggs, then parmesan cheese.

Eat it all, because the leftovers won’t keep!

I've also made this with turkey bacon, cooked with just a bit of olive oil, then you still have enough drippings to make the dressing. Yummy!

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