Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Whimsical Wednesday # 220

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday! 

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.


I'm told that this method of learning is reliable (*~*) 

I don't remember where I found this, possibly it IS googled, but if I borrowed it from your site, then thank you.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

saw something new and surprising here in Adelaide today

An open "bus" powered by several people pedalling it while having drinks.

go here to see what I saw.

You won't be sorry :D

Monday, March 28, 2016

Musical Monday # 93



Musical Monday

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 

I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.

Today’s clip is: Starship

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

and the lyrics:

everybody's singing, right?

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Sunday Selections #269



Welcome back to Sunday Selections!

This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs.

The rules are very simple:-
1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title
2. link back to me, River, somewhere in your post
3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted.
4. hop on over to Elephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.
  Andrew often joins in too.

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week the theme is Sky.
We have clouds, seen in the sky, and birds, usually seen in the sky, this time on the paving in Rundle Mall.

one very dark pigeon,

two cute little sparrows.

I love the colour patterns on their feathers.

the bus on the other side of the road always comes first

interesting shapes here. do you see a face up there?

I see a legless dancer....bottom left, flying hair, spread skirt...

no sign of my bus yet

does this look like England to you?

puffy flying cartoon dog?

almost filling the sky a short time later.

so many shades of blue, all in one day.

looking a little stormy.

last photo, my bus was arriving.















Saturday, March 26, 2016

the Chicken Stroganoff verdict

I was going to do this tomorrow, but I'll probably forget, so tonight it is.

I should clarify that I have never had stroganoff in my life, so don't know what the sauce is supposed to be like. I did think it should have been more creamy than it was, but I could be wrong. 

The sauce was a little thin, a little runny, the chicken was a little dry. I expected the dryness, because chicken breast is often dry when cooked in casseroles and this is similar. 

The taste? Well, hints of chicken flavour, the mushrooms were tasty, (I used pre-sliced Swiss browns), overall though a bit bland.

Is this how stroganoff is supposed to taste? a bit bland? 

I'm wondering if adjusting the amounts of ingredients to suit my smaller pot contributed to the difference. Certainly I could have cooked it for a lesser time and maybe the chicken wouldn't have been dry.
Less water and more sour cream might result in a creamier sauce; extra chicken stock would add more flavour. Probably a regular chicken stock, not the salt reduced one I used.

Next time, I'll try chicken thighs instead of chicken breast.

What I need now, is more slow cooker recipes suitable for a small, one and a half litre pot.
Off to google --->

new recipes are such an adventure aren't they?

especially when step one is to measure a quantity of warm water.

boil the kettle, measure the water and place in a *white ceramic bowl, set it aside to cool.

measure all the other ingredients and have them also set aside ready to be added as necessary. 
begin putting away all unused utensils and bowls. (I always get out too many, in case I make a mistake and have to re-measure)

*carelessly lift up the *white ceramic bowl to put it back in the cupboard and drench your t-shirt, one shoe and most of the kitchen floor.

sigh heavily and dry off yourself, the floor and put the wet shoe outside.

boil the kettle....


CHICKEN STROGANOFF

**made in a slow cooker pot.

1kg chicken breast, diced
1 onion, chopped
1 can cream of chicken soup
1/2 packet of French onion soup powder
3 teaspoons crushed garlic
1 1/2 tablespoons "gourmet garden" basil paste
375 g sliced mushrooms
1 tub chicken stock jelly (from the continental four-pack, each tub holds about a tablespoon)
1/4 cup cream cheese
1/4 cup sour cream
1 1/2 cups warm water

Place chicken, mushrooms and onion in your slow cooker.
in a large bowl or jug, mix the soups, garlic, chicken stock, basil and warm water.
Add to the chicken and veg in the slow cooker.
Cook on "low" setting for about 8 hours
20 minutes before serving, add the cream cheese and sour cream, stir until cheese has melted, replace lid and finish cooking. 
serve with cooked bow-tie pasta (or other preferred shape)

**my slow cooker is tiny, only 1 1/2 litre size, so I halved all ingredients and the amount just fills the pot nicely and will probably give me three meals. 

It's cooking as I type this, so I can't tell you how it tastes yet. 
I got the recipe from my daughter K. who has a much larger slow cooker.

Friday, March 25, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems.
This month the meme continues here, at Elephant’s Child’s site, with words and images supplied by Margaret and Sue.

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.   

Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
 
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

This week's words are, once again, not words, but two images, which you will see as you read through my story.

Here is my story:

I was twenty-four years old and taking one last holiday before settling down to work in the family business. Real Estate. I'd passed the exams and had my licence. The business had been started by my great grandfather, Earl King and King's Real Estate had recently won several awards.
But selling houses was in my future.

Today, I was sweating in the jungles of Brazil, following a guide as he took me along a little known trail through the greenery. Brilliant flashes of colour were seen through the trees as birds took exception to us invading their territory and flew away to distant trees. There were just the two of us, the guide, Jimmy, and me, Ben. 
His real name was unknown and he was a tiny, wizened, little old man, who communicated with gestures and grunts, with wide, wide, smiles whenever I understood what he was trying to tell me. He looked like he'd lived forever. His hair was heavily streaked with grey and decorated with brilliant turquoise and gold beads, matching the ropes of beads circling his upper arms and ankles.

I'd been the only one in the tour group to sign up for this "wild trail walk". It was rumoured to be inhospitable, with little drinking water along the way, and no 'comfort stations', as were found along the more common trails. Jimmy would take you along trails "never before travelled by white men", all you had to do was keep him in sight at all times.The rest of the group, most of them older, a couple of them retirees, had decided to play safe and stay within sight of the holiday huts for the last few days of our month long holiday.

There was little information in the usual brochures, a few sentences only, stating that there was a lost castle somewhere in the jungle. It hadn't been seen for centuries and legend had it that only a direct descendant of the original family would ever be able to find it. My curiosity had me putting my name to the sign up sheet immediately.

We'd been walking for two days now, Jimmy and I, with the sun invisible through the dense canopy, but the heat of it keenly felt. I'd removed my shirt and Jimmy had rubbed my exposed skin with a particular thick green leaf, after that the mosquitoes had left me alone. We'd spent the previous night in a shallow depression next to a giant fallen trunk covered with bright green mosses and vines.

As the day began to fade, Jimmy appeared to be in a hurry and I had trouble keeping him in sight. I called to him to wait and sped up a bit myself, but as I rounded the giant tree roots I'd seen Jimmy disappear behind, there was no sign of the little man. I stopped and looked carefully, listening too, in case I heard him. I heard nothing, even the birds were now quiet and with deepening shadows, I had no hope of seeing Jimmy. I decided to sit and wait. Surely Jimmy would notice I was no longer behind him and would come looking for me?

Hours passed with no Jimmy and I eventually fell asleep, waking in the early dawn to find myself still alone. I wasn't sure what lay ahead, so began walking back along the trail we'd been following. Within minutes, I was lost. The trail just didn't look the same as it had, I recognised none of it. There were forks where I hadn't seen any the day before and I heard the trickle of water somewhere off to my left. Water seemed like a good idea, if it was drinkable or not, at least I could wash off some of the sweat. I turned left and followed the faint trail leading up the slope.

I briefly speculated about Jimmy, where had he gone and why had he abandoned me? I wasn't very worried, he knew this jungle better than anyone, or so I'd heard. I was however, a bit worried about myself. What if no-one came to look for me? How would I get home? How would I survive?

Reaching the top of the slight slope, I found myself in a small clearing and off to one side, visible through the trees, a building.


I'm sure I stood for several minutes with my jaw hanging open. A building! A very large building! Well, the remains of one anyway. Had I found the lost castle mentioned in the rumours? Surely not, that was only to be found by a direct descendant of the original family, if the tales were true. I was pretty sure I wasn't, my family had lived in Louisiana for generations. Four of them at least, since great-grandpa Earl had started the real estate business there. 

Grandpa, Earl Jnr, had often told me the tales of how Great Grandpa had bought two run down houses when he first arrived, one little more than a shed. "He lived in the one, Benny," grandpa would say, "and fixed the other one up real nice, then sold it for enough money to buy two more run down cottages." The rest is history, as they say. 

But now I began wondering where Great Grandpa Earl had come from. The roots of the family were lost, there was no paperwork, none that we'd found anyway,  and no relatives other than grandpa, Earl Jnr, my father, Sam, and Uncle Ray. There was family on my mother's side, of course. They'd been in Louisiana for centuries, and had been high-value slaves before the civil war. 


But where had the King name come from? Was I a direct descendant of the king who had once owned and lived in this lost castle? I forgot about Jimmy, forgot about rescue, forgot about home, as I walked towards the castle remains.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Whimsical Wednesday # 219

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.

today's giggle is NOT googled, instead you get to see my newest fridge magnets along with the oldest one. 


Let's start with the oldest one:

I don't remember when I bought this, but it's certainly more appropriate now than it was back then (*~*)

Now the two new ones:


you like?
 

Monday, March 21, 2016

I'm careful, but I'll be double checking locks now

I heard tonight there's been a lot of thievery going on in my neighbourhood this past week. Some very close to home :(

My neighbour P, who lives across the lobby, bought one of these wheeled 'carriers' last Thursday.

they're similar to the larger ones that get attached to bicycles and children ride in them. 
(I don't approve of that, they look too dangerous to me).

Anyway, P bought this just last Thursday and kept it next to her 'gopher', even had a blue plastic tarp over it, just like she does on her gopher.
Where? In the small alcove next to the back door to the lobby. It isn't visible unless someone walks all the way around the building. 

Today, it was stolen. Even the tarp was stolen. P is very upset. These things aren't cheap and she's an aged pensioner. It was purchased to help her carry the bottles and cans P collects and takes to the recycle centre weekly.The money she gets from those, goes to the RSPCA for the animal shelters.

I suggested she phone the police and she did so, that's when she heard about all the other thefts in this area. She came to tell me she is the eighth person to contact the police in a week . Two bicycles have been stolen, all the clothes off someone's washing line, a near neighbour has had things thrown into her yard, like rotten tomatoes, after thieves were unable to get past her dog.

From now on, when I leave home and lock away my laptop, I'll be locking away my cameras too.