Coconuts

Today I cracked open a fresh coconut. It’s not as easy as it sounds.

First, poke holes in the three hole-shaped areas at the bottom of the coconut.

Holes in the coconut
Did you know coconuts had these depressions at the bottom?

The directions in Joy of Cooking say to use a hammer and screwdriver. That led to my first question … Phillips or flathead? I went with the Phillips. Continue reading “Coconuts”

Sunday lesson by Kim Westbury

Lesson Title: God’s Power Changes People
Date: Week of September 19
Lesson Passages: Ephesians 2:1-10

But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved. Ephesians 2:5

Through this scripture God reminds us that there is nothing we can do to make Him love us; he already loves us. There is nothing we can do to get God’s grace, we already have it. All we have to do is believe Him. Continue reading “Sunday lesson by Kim Westbury”

I just may turn this into a cooking blog….

…but the whole point of Notes from Aunt Jim is to keep my niece and nephews up-to-date on what their Aunt Jim is doing. And now I’m cooking. Tonight I made sweet potato fries:

Sweet potato fries about to go into the oven
Ready for the oven

I cut up two medium sweet potatoes (the last from my previous week’s CSA shipment) and tossed them with a little olive oil and seasonings. Twenty-five minutes later in a 425-degree oven and I had yummy baked sweet potato wedges, which I’m calling fries:

Sweet Potato fries, ready to eat
I can't wait to eat my sweet potato fries

I like ’em crunchy and brown. Don’t be hating! And they are wonderful … I’m finishing them up while I blog.

My niece called while I was cooking. I hated to cut you off, D., but I had to get those in the oven and go! Looking forward to getting my almond/nut/cranberry mix.

Here’s where I got the idea: Tasty Kitchen. Take a look and then give The Pioneer Woman‘s site a look … she developed Tasty Kitchen. Her original site is wonderful!

Poor kitty

Last night after work I picked up Pickles from the vet. Kitty had her dental appointment Tuesday. (It was her yearly cleaning, plus a tooth extraction. I know, I know: millions of Americans have no health insurance, but this cat: Health and dental! Hey, if I owned you, you’d have health and dental too.)

Apparently the vet did her cleaning late in the day because Pickles was still groggy from the anesthesia. It was worse than last year. The poor cat couldn’t stand up when she got home. She kept falling over to one side and turning in circles trying to get up. When she did half stand up she’d veer off to a side like a dizzy toddler coming off a merry-go-round. I was so worried I called the vet, who told me to leave her in her kennel for a couple of hours so she wouldn’t hurt herself. Around 8 p.m. I let her out to eat. Poor kitty couldn’t even eat in the kitchen. Her hind legs kept slipping on the linoleum floor. I had to put her bowl on the living room carpet.

This morning she was a little better. At least now she can walk on all four legs. But she wasn’t her usual self yet – she hasn’t meowed once since I brought her home.

Update, 4:30 p.m. Wednesday – she’s back to her usual self!

Sweet Pickles

I had such plans for blogging a lot every day … and then life got in the way.

Last night after work I picked up Pickles from the vet. Kitty had her dental appointment Tuesday. (It was her yearly cleaning, plus a tooth extraction. I know, I know: millions of Americans have no health insurance, but this cat: Health and dental! Hey, if I owned you, you’d have health and dental too.)

Apparently the vet did her cleaning late in the day because Pickles was still groggy from the anesthesia. It was worse than last year. The poor cat couldn’t stand up when she got home. She kept falling over to one side and turning in circles trying to get up. When she did half stand up she’d veer off to a side like a dizzy toddler coming off a merry-go-round. I was so worried I called the vet, who told me to leave her in her kennel for a couple of hours so she wouldn’t hurt herself. Around 8 p.m. I let her out to eat. Poor kitty couldn’t even eat in the kitchen. Her hind legs kept slipping on the linoleum floor. I had to put her bowl on the living room carpet.

This morning she was a little better. At least now she can walk on all four legs. But she isn’t her usual self yet – she hasn’t meowed once since I brought her home.