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&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=cowtown-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002ZJ3CC2&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;I can't believe these are only 100 calories. They are whole almonds, roasted in cocoa. They taste like chocolate-covered almonds, but aren't messy, and have way less calories. I didn't feel like I had to eat more than one pack to be satisfied. And, get this: they are $2.58 for a 7 pack at Walmart. That's 37¢ a pack--less than a candy bar!! And just so we're clear, no one paid me to write this review, and I didn't receive any product or compensation for writing it. I just thought these were awesome and think you should get some too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629327179540852807-5298853132360227426?l=cowtownvintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What you need:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;approx. 1 cup of pretzels (see note)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;1/4 cup (half a stick) butter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;1/4 cup brown sugar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;dinner plate or small cookie sheet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;nonstick cooking spray or foil or wax paper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Spray the plate or cookie sheet with the spray or cover with a sheet of foil or wax paper. Spread the pretzels in a single layer, or just slightly overlapping. Now, in a small saucepan, over high heat, bring the butter and brown sugar to a boil. As soon as it starts to bubble, turn the heat to medium. Set your timer for 5 minutes. Stir it &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;constantly, or very close to it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seriously, it will start to stick if you don't. This is the only "hard" part about this: once the sugar has completely dissolved, and the caramel has turned a slightly more golden color, then &lt;/span&gt;STOP&lt;/b&gt;!! It can turn from perfect to burnt and disgusting in literally seconds. Mine takes from between 3-5 minutes. If you're nervous, stop at 3 and it will still taste great, the sugar just may not be completely dissolved. Or go ahead for the full 5, just watch it closely so you don't burn it. Once it's done, take it off the heat, and pour it over the pretzels. Don't take a bite yet, or you'll just burn your tongue. Give it a few minutes. Or blow on them really, really hard. Either way, it's worth it for that sweet and salty treat. And it takes all of, like, 6 minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Note: &lt;/i&gt;I used&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pepperidge-Baked-Naturals-Pretzel-Thins/dp/B001D9Y4CM?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=cowtown-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Pepperidge Farm Baked Naturals Pretzel Thins (Pack of 4)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=cowtown-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001D9Y4CM" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;as my pretzels. They are fantastic. But you can obviously sub in regular pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. I would've posted a pic, but they're already gone. I didn't really want to take the time to find the camera when the pretzels were begging to be eaten. I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;
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All this to say that I have been wanting to make fried pies for years, just like my Granny does. They were just kind of a mystery to me. She kind of explained it to me one time, in the way that Grannies explain something without really explaining it, since they've been doing it so long they never thought about HOW they were doing it, they just do it. So I looked up some recipes. Still, I wasn't feeling it. I have to &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want to make something before I get around to it. &lt;br /&gt;
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This week, Mom told me that Granny used to use her biscuit dough to make the pies, before she found a different dough recipe she thought did better. I was like, "&lt;i&gt;WHAT????&lt;/i&gt;" because I always thought you made them with more of a pie crust-type dough. So I said, "to heck with all this waiting, I'm making some fried pies!!!" &lt;br /&gt;
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So here's where my non-conformist ways come in. I had a pound of strawberries in the fridge, and I love the &lt;i&gt;idea&lt;/i&gt; of strawberry pie. However, the only kind I ever see is the kind that's either made with gooey canned filling or the kind that's made by cooking the strawberries with cornstarch, which produces a similar product as the canned. Both of these gross me out. I don't want my strawberries cooked, I want them fresh! So I decided I'm going to make my fried pies with fresh, sweetened strawberries. You know what? I was right, they are awesome! &lt;br /&gt;
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It will take you a good 30-45 minutes, hands-on, to make all of these, but you'll be glad you did. And so will your family or friends. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Strawberry Fried Pies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;filling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;pound of strawberries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;1/2 cup (or to taste) sugar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;dough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;2 cups all purpose flour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;2 heaping teaspoons baking POWDER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;1/4 cup (1/2 stick) butter, melted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;3/4 cup milk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;canola or other cooking oil for frying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;powdered sugar for dusting, optional&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cut off the stem/crown of the strawberries and slice them in half, then into thirds (this is just how I did it. You can also chop them, or just slice them, whatever floats your boat). Here's a pic of how I sliced them:&lt;br /&gt;
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Set them aside to let the strawberries soak up the sugar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whisk the flour, baking powder, and salt together with a fork, then stir in the butter and milk and combine. This is easiest done with your hands (clean, of course...). &lt;br /&gt;
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Now pour about 1/2 inch of oil into a 9-inch (or so) skillet and heat it on high for a couple of minutes, then turn it down to medium/medium-low. You can test if it's ready by flicking some water into it and seeing if it sizzles. However, this is kind of dangerous, so do it at your own risk). If you have a candy or frying thermometer, you can heat it to 375 F. Mine was broken by a cute kid, so I just did the above. &lt;br /&gt;
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While the oil is heating, prepare the pies. Tear off a ball about the size of a golf ball and roll it in your hands. Then roll it out onto a floured surface till it's a circle about, oh, 5 or 6 inches across (can you tell I'm not into precision?). The circle won't be perfect. That doesn't matter. If you don't have a rolling pin, just press it out with your hands. &lt;br /&gt;
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Next, spoon some strawberries (which are now sweet and syrupy--try not to get too much syrup though, because it will leak out) into the center of the circle. Not too many, maybe 1/4 cup, because you are going to fold the circle over to make a half-moon shape.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now fold it into the half-moon shape and press the edges together with your fingers. I read somewhere to use water along the edge before you close it to seal the edges. It didn't work for me. Don't waste your time.&amp;nbsp;Now take a fork and press the tines along the curved edge to seal it better and to make it look all cute-like.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before you fry the pies, get a plate and line it with a couple of layers of paper towels (I don't buy paper towels, but I always save the extra napkins we don't use at fast food restaurants, that would be thrown away otherwise, and keep them at home for just such an occasion!). You'll transfer your pies to this, after they're cooked, to drain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Take a slotted turner/spatula and pick up the pie, then slide it gently into the hot oil. Fry for a few minutes, then check the bottom side to see that it's a nice, golden brown (if it isn't, keep frying and check after another minute or two). Flip it over for a couple minutes more till the other side is also golden brown. Transfer it to the paper towel-lined plate, and sift some powdered sugar over it, and it's ready to make you its newest fan!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I had an idea. Seeing as these are small, and kind of clutch-shaped, I think you could just carry one of these as your little handbag somewhere. Then you can just take little nibbles here and there, and no one would really notice. Of course, eventually people might notice the strawberry dribbles and the grease stains on your clothes, but &lt;i&gt;until&lt;/i&gt; then, I think it could be a great thing. Just an idea.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is over halfway done with police academy; in fact, he gets pepper sprayed on Friday! I'm glad he loves what he's doing. Ain't nobody spraying that stuff in my eyes with my consent!!! But I'm so thankful that he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;does&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love what he's doing, and that by doing it, it means I am able to stay home with the baby and pick up the boys from school, and get the rest I need because of my fibromyalgia. I know not every woman is this fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the baby...it's time for his afternoon nap, so I will finish. But I've been working on projects the past couple of weeks, which I will try to post soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629327179540852807-3023688897061996766?l=cowtownvintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I didn't realize I hadn't blogged since January. Like, 7 months ago. My baby was 2 months old. A lot has happened since then. The boys finished up their 1st and kindergarten years at public school. They're not going back this year. We're homeschooling. More on that later.  Baby has gone from being a tiny, helpless babe to crawling, cruising furniture, eating finger food, and babbling, even saying some things: "hey you", "mama", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;", "I love you", "bless you (well, "ah-bah", after he sneezes)", and today I'm pretty sure he said "I love you brother". It goes WAY too fast. I am enjoying him so unbelievably much. I suffered from depression for years, including after both of my first 2 boys. It wasn't post-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;partum&lt;/span&gt;, necessarily, just the depression that was already there, amplified by sleep-deprivation and the stress from having 2 kids 16 months apart. All that to say, I wasn't able to enjoy them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;infancies&lt;/span&gt; as much as I wish I had. But this time, I am eating up every last crumb and loving it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YljlgofYB0/So86V6QsMlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PaY_cy9AdhM/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YljlgofYB0/So86V6QsMlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PaY_cy9AdhM/s320/094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372577028567216722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YljlgofYB0/So86V6QsMlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PaY_cy9AdhM/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Homeschooling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Oh my, am I ever questioning my judgment this week! I brought the kids home for school this year. Why? I think they can have a much broader education at home. They don't have to wait for all the other kids to finish. They can move on if they've already mastered something. They have time to study extra things that interest them. They have time to play and discover nature since they won't be exhausted coming home from 8 hours of school (and very little play and rest time). Because they are young, and impressionable, and no matter what anyone says, I don't believe that 8 hours a day with a bunch of other young, impressionable kids, many of whom have parents who are NOT careful about their daily influences, is TRUE socialization. And, most of the time, I enjoy being with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that small amount of time that I don't that is getting me. It's when I ask them to sit down so we can read from one our stories for the week, and they act like I'm asking them to scrub the kitchen floor on their hands and knees. Or their copywork (write a 7-word phrase 5 times...not a lot!) takes half an hour because of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;      enter lame excuse here     &lt;/span&gt;. It's having to go to the store with all 3 munchkins--something I have mostly avoided up until now. And the 2 olders just want to run around like Lowe's is the playground!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathe. Breathe. I can do this. I know this is the best thing for my kids. And really, and truly, the best thing for me too. It's just that John has been a restaurant manager for the past 7 years, and his fluctuating schedule actually worked for me. He was home a lot of mornings, or he would finish an opening shift and be home by 4 o'clock. Now he's in police academy and is 8-5 (well, 7-5 since he likes to get there early) Monday thru Friday. I honestly don't know how to handle it. This is a growing experience for all of us. And this growing is going to be painful. But I don't want them to go back to public school. And they don't want to go back. And John is happy, so happy to be pursuing a law enforcement career. So, this is the way it is now. And I have faith it will get better. Not always easy. But better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629327179540852807-6051673890485026127?l=cowtownvintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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