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Struggling to figure out what to buy?  You've come to the right place.  As the holidays approach, I'll keep adding to the lists and you can add things that YOU have found in the comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(***&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: The products that I will be listing are gathered from my own shopping experiences, talking with friends and family, and seen/sold at the toy store I work in.  I haven't been contacted by any company or been compensated in any way for mentioning the products listed here&lt;/span&gt;.****)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm focusing on Teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teens are notoriously hard to buy for.  Gone are the days where they are happy with something simple (and cheap! Remember how excited they were over a BOX?).    I've been asking Jake's friends, along with some of the other teens I know and this is what I've come up with besides the usual gadgetry, gift card, cash cow that is a teenager at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Family Game Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the teenager that loves games this can be a lot of fun.  It can be given as a family gift for people who have a few kids, or it can be tailored for the individual teen who would share it with friends.  First of all, you find a great game.  Some recommended ones are &lt;a href="http://www.bananagrams-intl.com/checkcountry.asp?page=index.asp"&gt;Bananagrams&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.gifttrap.com/"&gt;Gift Trap.&lt;/a&gt;  Loralee told me how much she loved Bananagrams and I was sold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you fill the rest of the box with snacky food.  Go wild! Throw in a box of microwave popcorn, make a hot chocolate kit (can of hot chocolate, some marshmallows and candy canes), and other favorite things everyone can snack on.  You could even include some tiny gift wrapped gag gifts for the winner, 2nd place, 3rd, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Selection of Their Favorite Books, CDs, or DVDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to buy for teens who love to read, and even harder to keep up with those who read voraciously.  Get your teen to create an account on &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/?pticket=v5x2vf45vfw4at55cf5ele3cenvf9bkaVNuPnOEVoJ%2fa9b%2bu7Ts%3d"&gt;Chapters.ca&lt;/a&gt;  (in the USA you can do Amazon or &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/"&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;/a&gt;).  With an account, they can create a wish list.  &lt;a href="https://shop.chapters.indigo.ca/WishList/ViewPublicWishList.aspx?Lang=en&amp;amp;Section=home&amp;amp;ref=&amp;amp;xac=aungPo0GgiwR5jy%252bO495hFc81FtLle2WJEwUr7S09LE%253d"&gt;Check out mine&lt;/a&gt;!  The kid's books on there are Jake's picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Chapters.  I can not only check out Jake's wish list, but I can do a search for specific stores to see if they have the book in stock!  Or I can order it online and have it shipped right to my door.  Plus we can send the wish list to relatives or friends.  Not just that but if I forget what is on the list when I'm actually at the store? There are computers there where I can log in and bring up the wish list &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could pair books up with a travel mug filled with candy, a book light, and funky bookmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Digital Camera and subscription to Flickr Pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a wide selection of cameras out there, and I admit I'm not familiar with 99% of them.  I'd go for something inexpensive, small, but durable as kids are always losing them.  If you wanted to round out the whole photography theme, you could include an &lt;a href="http://www.energizer.com/products/hightech-batteries/rechargeables/Pages/rechargeable-products.aspx"&gt;Energizer compact charger&lt;/a&gt; (we have one-I LOVE it) with some rechargeable batteries, a memory card, and even a mini tri-pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cozy Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teens love chilling out by the computer or TV, and in the winter it can get a bit chilly.  Why not get yours a fuzzy Columbia blanket and some cozy pjs pants?  For a girl you could throw in some funky nail polish, for a boy maybe a great throw pillow.  Pair this stuff up with a DVD and you have a perfect "hanging out at home" kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love the &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/Home-Garden/Columbia-Signature-Fleece-Throw/3235332/product.html?ci_src=14110944&amp;amp;ci_sku=11346345"&gt;Columbia blanket&lt;/a&gt;.  Jake's is so soft, machine washable, and super cozy by the fire. We have found them in Columbia outlets for around $14.99 USD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artsy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your teen is into art, why not splurge on some really great supplies?  We hit up &lt;a href="http://www.opusframing.com/"&gt;Opus Art Supplies&lt;/a&gt; in Vancouver, where you can get almost everything you need.  You could even shop online, place an order by phone, etc.  The artsy teens I know would love to have a &lt;a href="https://store.opusframing.com/sagro/storefront/store.php?mode=browsecategory&amp;amp;category=2873"&gt;brightly colored sketchbook&lt;/a&gt; and some really &lt;a href="https://store.opusframing.com/sagro/storefront/store.php?mode=showproductdetail&amp;amp;product=18920"&gt;great colored pencils&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you getting your teenager?  I have no idea what to buy for Jake.  Last year we had bought him a Mp3, which we strongly warned him that if he lost, we would not buy another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months later, he lost it. Poof!  Now he wants another one.  What would you do?  Buy one, or refuse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-3132274540586101532?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/iu_pv8YzHwo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/iu_pv8YzHwo/fabulicious-friday-gift-guide-for-teens.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/fabulicious-friday-gift-guide-for-teens.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-3997482526283506486</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T16:33:10.036-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the Kitchen</category><title>Recipe Thursday:  Breakfast Sandwiches!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvsDBkeIuLI/AAAAAAAADp8/jNcRsBzqnTA/s1600-h/eggmcmuffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvsDBkeIuLI/AAAAAAAADp8/jNcRsBzqnTA/s400/eggmcmuffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402915503465871538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing up in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, I was completely deprived of fast food restaurants so whenever we traveled, my parents would stop at one in particular because they thought they were being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated that place with the passion of a thousand burning suns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe that's a big strong.  I didn't hate the actual place.  I &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZBpKp6r95c"&gt;loved&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHSWhMHmPuw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;their&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUmfdT0PdS4"&gt;commercials&lt;/a&gt;.  I thought the little &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Vintage-Glass-Garfield-Cat-Mug-McDonalds-1980-See-Saw_W0QQitemZ320447034117QQcmdZViewItemQQimsxZ20091110?IMSfp=TL091110186003r28660"&gt;toys/souvenirs&lt;/a&gt; you could buy were very cool.   It's just that for a kid who didn't like burgers or fries, it was impossible to find something I loved to eat.  In fact, for years (and pre-mc chicken or chicken nugget days) we'd go and there I'd sit, refusing to eat anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I really loved was their breakfast sandwiches.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loved. &lt;/span&gt;Loved so much that at 8 years old I was kicked out of a popular pancake restaurant because I smuggled one in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I'm all grown up, I make the same breakfast sandwiches at home now and then, and they are SO good.  When you make them at home you can vary some of the ingredients, make them a little more gourmet, and cut out the grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://holidaycookienotes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click on over for the recipe....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-3997482526283506486?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/cRb0lif-OHk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/cRb0lif-OHk/recipe-thursday-breakfast-sandwiches.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvsDBkeIuLI/AAAAAAAADp8/jNcRsBzqnTA/s72-c/eggmcmuffin.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/recipe-thursday-breakfast-sandwiches.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-3290025363817127545</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T04:00:08.064-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nablopomo</category><title>How to Keep From Catching Swine Flu</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvsCPlA75AI/AAAAAAAADp0/BpY5cHjD5ag/s1600-h/luckypiggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvsCPlA75AI/AAAAAAAADp0/BpY5cHjD5ag/s400/luckypiggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402914644618372098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't you all know that pigs are lucky and if you carry one that glows in the dark in your pocket, it wards off the Swine Flu?  Just sayin'..... (hee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually was yesterday's Nablopomo picture but I couldn't help but share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-3290025363817127545?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/GWCvd0DLLVo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/GWCvd0DLLVo/how-to-keep-from-catching-swine-flu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvsCPlA75AI/AAAAAAAADp0/BpY5cHjD5ag/s72-c/luckypiggy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-keep-from-catching-swine-flu.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Lucky Piggy [Flickr]</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/jSu_6NxJIJc/</link><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Scatteredmom</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 11:38:54 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:flickr.com,2005:/photo/4096314840</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/cookienotes/"&gt;Scatteredmom&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/4096314840/" title="Lucky Piggy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/4096314840_8fd9ae9a9e_m.jpg" width="220" height="240" alt="Lucky Piggy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Didn't you know that the BEST way to keep from getting the swine flu is to have a lucky, glow in the dark pig in your pocket?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/jSu_6NxJIJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/4096314840_8fd9ae9a9e_m.jpg" length="0" type="image/jpeg" /><dc:date.Taken xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-11-11T10:01:17-08:00</dc:date.Taken><feedburner:origLink>http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/4096314840/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-2275363317351260444</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T04:00:04.417-08:00</atom:updated><title>Remembering</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvpFE3TrQbI/AAAAAAAADps/7hWFCZhnHck/s1600-h/poppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvpFE3TrQbI/AAAAAAAADps/7hWFCZhnHck/s400/poppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402706652852601266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/petercastleton/3651215395/in/photostream/"&gt;petercastleton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to watch this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=9098605099"&gt;beautiful tribute to our troops&lt;/a&gt; on the Global Edmonton's Facebook page, and just knew I had to share it with you.   Click on over and watch; I promise you, it's absolutely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful, peaceful, Remembrance Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-2275363317351260444?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/HfRqfBdbleE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/HfRqfBdbleE/remembering.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvpFE3TrQbI/AAAAAAAADps/7hWFCZhnHck/s72-c/poppy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/remembering.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Greek Shrimp and Pasta [Flickr]</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/28rqstMMGu8/</link><category>food</category><category>shrimp</category><category>pasta</category><category>nablopomo</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Scatteredmom</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 19:21:56 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:flickr.com,2005:/photo/4094613356</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/cookienotes/"&gt;Scatteredmom&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/4094613356/" title="Greek Shrimp and Pasta"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2685/4094613356_250a491713_m.jpg" width="240" height="154" alt="Greek Shrimp and Pasta" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This was tonight's dinner.  A herby tomato sauce with hunks of salty feta and jumbo prawns tucked in over pasta, with veggies.  Hubs and Jake didn't talk-they were far too busy eating!&lt;br /&gt;
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The link to the recipe will be in Saturday's new Meal Plan at Everything Mom.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/28rqstMMGu8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2685/4094613356_250a491713_m.jpg" length="0" type="image/jpeg" /><dc:date.Taken xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-11-10T18:15:59-08:00</dc:date.Taken><feedburner:origLink>http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/4094613356/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Nablopomo Day 9:  Pumpkin Heads [Flickr]</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/x8gAUsYmGUA/</link><category>pumpkins</category><category>nablopomo</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Scatteredmom</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:49:32 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:flickr.com,2005:/photo/4091260283</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/cookienotes/"&gt;Scatteredmom&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/4091260283/" title="Nablopomo Day 9:  Pumpkin Heads"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2696/4091260283_5e3c13d916_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Nablopomo Day 9:  Pumpkin Heads" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hubs &amp;quot;What should we do with the pumpkins?&amp;quot;  &lt;br /&gt;
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Me: &amp;quot;Set them free in the forest with their other pumpkin friends.  Maybe the bears or something will eat them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I keep waiting, but they just won't leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/x8gAUsYmGUA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2696/4091260283_5e3c13d916_m.jpg" length="0" type="image/jpeg" /><dc:date.Taken xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-11-09T16:31:31-08:00</dc:date.Taken><feedburner:origLink>http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/4091260283/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Get Well Soon! [Flickr]</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/zdRGBp7tonY/</link><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Scatteredmom</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:56:30 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:flickr.com,2005:/photo/4088628976</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/cookienotes/"&gt;Scatteredmom&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/4088628976/" title="Get Well Soon!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/4088628976_eaaaf1aab9_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Get Well Soon!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Some people that Hubs works with sent these really pretty azaleas to him since he's been off work for awhile.  Thoughtful, huh? &lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow it's back to work!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/zdRGBp7tonY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2532/4088628976_eaaaf1aab9_m.jpg" length="0" type="image/jpeg" /><dc:date.Taken xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-11-08T18:21:34-08:00</dc:date.Taken><feedburner:origLink>http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/4088628976/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-4296504647361770021</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T22:57:21.699-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nablopomo</category><title>Weekly Catch up</title><description>Don't worry, this isn't going to turn into some photo blog with only a photo and caption for the month of November.  I've already lost two readers, so I thought I should actually write something before the rest of you all decide to make for the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-the picture thing will likely happen just on the weekends, which is when I usually don't post anyway, so you won't mind, right?  I'll have some pictures on here, but I think I'm going to start moving them over to my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/sets/72157622713893952/"&gt;Nablopomo set on my Flickr photostream&lt;/a&gt;.   Seriously though, who has time to even do pictures?  I've discovered that I would not make a good candidate for a 365 project.  It's only 9 days in and already I'm thinking..."Oh my GOD, I have to keep taking pictures? Of what? There's no light! I'm too busy!  Maybe I'll take one of....my shoes! Or the pumpkins molding on the front porch!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya because you ALL are just dying to see my moldy pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been up here in the Cookie Jar over the past week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We found out one of my photos was chosen to be printed on &lt;a href="http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-make-your-13-year-old-think-you.html"&gt;Jones Orange Cream Soda&lt;/a&gt; bottles, and we've been looking for a bottle around town.  No luck yet!  Jake seems to think this calls for us to drink soda every single day, and has lobbied for that each time I've picked him up after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*H1N1 (Swine flu) hasn't hit our family yet, as far as I know.  Which is more than I can say for...um..certain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;places&lt;/span&gt; that have had around a 40% absentee rate almost all last week.  I'm still feeling like I'm walking around with a huge bulls-eye on my back, and washing my hands every 5 seconds, but so far we are swine free! (as far as I know)  It could be that I'm wiping down everything in sight with the awesome &lt;a href="http://www.clorox.com/products/overview.php?prod_id=cdw"&gt;Clorox wipes&lt;/a&gt; that Clorox so kindly sent me awhile ago to test out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On Saturday we trekked into the city, which was lots of fun.  I bought some cute funky &lt;a href="http://www.kamik.com/GenfootWeb/servlet/webProductDisplay.webProductDisplaySrv?currentMode=DETAIL&amp;amp;curCatalog=2009&amp;amp;curSeason=WINTER2009&amp;amp;curRow=82"&gt;Kamik rain boots&lt;/a&gt; to keep my feet dry, and we've been rocking out to &lt;a href="http://www.carrieunderwoodofficial.com/"&gt;Carrie Underwood's new CD Play On&lt;/a&gt;.   If you like country music, make sure to pick it up.  Hubs especially liked her&lt;a href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid41509411001?bctid=43031787001"&gt; new video&lt;/a&gt; (I think it might have had something to do with the sexy outfits, hmm?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There has been a LOT going on here that I can't write about.  Things that are just very hard and have my emotions all over the place, and quite honestly, I come here and I have nothing left.  Life for ME is wonderful, but for some of the people I love, not so much.  Hubs and Jake say that I was "uber-bitchy" last week, until I finally got my emotions under control (no medication was involved, I promise).  A few nights I just put myself to bed and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still doing that now and then.  It's great.  You should try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever been put on an e-mail list where a gazillion people all hit "send to all", and you get something like 20 million-ish e-mails a day that have nothing to do with you?    I have considered finding some lovely spam-ish type e-mail (you know, the kind that say "forward this to 3 people in an hour or pygmies will attack and snack on your toes") to counter this.  Maybe once they all get some spammy things from me, they will take me off their list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh! To top that off, with Hubs diagnosed as diabetes type 2,  now I have the joys of trying to convert all my baking recipes so he can eat them.    That should be fun. (you know I'm being sarcastic here, right?)  It kind of takes all the fun out of baking.  Especially once I realized that if Hubs isn't eating my baking anymore then it's just me and Jake, and I certainly don't NEED to be eating that much baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll still bake.  I just need to find new taste testers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was pretty much my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and hey-I still have a zillion &lt;a href="http://www.clorox.com/products/overview.php?prod_id=cdw"&gt;clorox wipes&lt;/a&gt; hanging out here at my house.  They are awesome for disinfecting countertops, bathrooms, and we used them on door knobs and light switches around the house.   I love them!  Want some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-open to people with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canadian mailing address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-leave me a comment below&lt;br /&gt;-I will pick &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 comments&lt;/span&gt; at random and send the winners each a box with 3 cans of wipes in them (1 lemon, 1 lavendar, 1 fresh scent)&lt;br /&gt;-you have until Friday November 13 to enter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-4296504647361770021?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/MhajvgiCN7I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/MhajvgiCN7I/weekly-catch-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekly-catch-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Nablopomo Day 7: Reflection [Flickr]</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/0tHWP6Jb1dg/</link><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Scatteredmom</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 19:53:56 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:flickr.com,2005:/photo/4084236001</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/cookienotes/"&gt;Scatteredmom&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;We trekked over to the city for some shopping.  Seems weird to be spending cash so close to the holidays, but Jake thoughtfully grew out of ALL his clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/0tHWP6Jb1dg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4084236001_921192007b_m.jpg" length="0" type="image/jpeg" /><dc:date.Taken xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-11-07T15:48:13-08:00</dc:date.Taken><feedburner:origLink>http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/4084236001/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-7575771347302119426</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T19:41:55.828-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nablopomo</category><title>Reflection</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvY4pdpwaSI/AAAAAAAADpk/7s_mYvkHYR0/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvY4pdpwaSI/AAAAAAAADpk/7s_mYvkHYR0/s400/reflection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401567088063047970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from Vancouver via BC Ferries, after a day of shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-7575771347302119426?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/JG8bh3_0FT0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/JG8bh3_0FT0/reflection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvY4pdpwaSI/AAAAAAAADpk/7s_mYvkHYR0/s72-c/reflection.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/reflection.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-6827547217709532542</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 06:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T22:28:31.698-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It's all about me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nablopomo</category><title>Kindred Spirit</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvUPoFTXtFI/AAAAAAAADpM/lO9Qn7PrhkY/s1600-h/ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvUPoFTXtFI/AAAAAAAADpM/lO9Qn7PrhkY/s400/ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401240509393384530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday without fail, I meet a friend here for coffee and we enjoy the view until the sun sets and the stars come out.  It is, without a doubt, my favorite part of the week and I am blessed beyond measure to have a friend like her.  Time slows, worries of the week fade, and I come away feeling full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often share some food, but being with her by the ocean feeds my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-6827547217709532542?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/8KjdYVLRr94" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/8KjdYVLRr94/kindred-spirit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvUPoFTXtFI/AAAAAAAADpM/lO9Qn7PrhkY/s72-c/ocean.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/kindred-spirit.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-442269654285285847</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 01:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T17:45:45.065-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nablopomo</category><title>How to Make Your 13 Year Old Think You are Super Cool</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvN3yw-rsLI/AAAAAAAADo8/-mtkYydpmuc/s1600-h/jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvN3yw-rsLI/AAAAAAAADo8/-mtkYydpmuc/s400/jones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400792092172333234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer I submitted some photos to &lt;a href="http://www.jonessoda.com/"&gt;Jones&lt;/a&gt;, in the hopes that one would be chosen to grace their bottles of soda.  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/2763394620/in/set-72157606810622235/"&gt;One of my photos&lt;/a&gt; was picked and will be printed on their sodas that are distributed all across the USA and Canada.   If you see this label on an orange and cream flavor, it is MINE! Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just have to find some so we can buy a few bottles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-442269654285285847?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/LQ2-14sUlhU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/LQ2-14sUlhU/how-to-make-your-13-year-old-think-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvN3yw-rsLI/AAAAAAAADo8/-mtkYydpmuc/s72-c/jones.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-make-your-13-year-old-think-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-4566963891844473105</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T20:29:17.328-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nablopomo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jake</category><title>Nablopomo Day 4: Trip to the Optometrist</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvJRpi1Ve5I/AAAAAAAADok/HKfGB2ULRdY/s1600-h/IMG_5399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvJRpi1Ve5I/AAAAAAAADok/HKfGB2ULRdY/s400/IMG_5399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400468677337643922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Jake had an appointment at the optometrist.  He wasn't too thrilled that I whipped out the camera and tried to get him to pose for pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! Go away!  You're being weird!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvJRqVDagMI/AAAAAAAADos/cg6jxmalD2Q/s1600-h/IMG_5400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvJRqVDagMI/AAAAAAAADos/cg6jxmalD2Q/s400/IMG_5400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400468690818465986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously, Mom this is strange!  What, you're going to post this on your blog?  Like, isn't that just a bit embarrassing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvJRqzTT16I/AAAAAAAADo0/xiwXkrWMlbU/s1600-h/IMG_5402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvJRqzTT16I/AAAAAAAADo0/xiwXkrWMlbU/s400/IMG_5402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400468698938202018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooo, what's this?  It's shiny.  There's a computer over there that I think might be broken.  And what's this lens?  Ooo and there's an EYE!  That's my optic nerve, and the blind spot, and that's the retina......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  And people wonder why I'm often tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-4566963891844473105?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/x0UYcHyDdeM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/x0UYcHyDdeM/nablopomo-day-4-trip-to-optometrist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvJRpi1Ve5I/AAAAAAAADok/HKfGB2ULRdY/s72-c/IMG_5399.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-4-trip-to-optometrist.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-5629421849142435352</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T20:40:00.901-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nablopomo</category><title>Nablopomo Day 3: Road With a View</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvECciLRuiI/AAAAAAAADoc/Rnum7Nx0NZw/s1600-h/troutlake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvECciLRuiI/AAAAAAAADoc/Rnum7Nx0NZw/s400/troutlake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400100117427632674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we lived on Vancouver Island I had to drive on a busy highway 100 kms round trip to work.  Would you believe it was the highway that &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0309593/"&gt;Final Destination 2&lt;/a&gt; was filmed on?  That highway accident scene where a logging truck loses it's load  was created right on the very on ramp I took every morning.  Needless to say, I gave logging trucks a LOT of room after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I'm driving on a windy, leaf strewn road that takes me by the ocean and past lakes, and at first I wasn't sure I enjoyed the commute.  I complained about it to almost everyone who asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, though, I notice the color of the trees, the way the morning fog makes the trees look ghostly, how the light plays off the water, and I'm entranced.  Not only is it beautiful, but for a full half hour I get to just drive, listen to music, and enjoy.  Somehow looking for things to take pictures of every day has made me stop and really look for the beauty that previously I may have passed by.   Maybe a commute, which forces me to slow down a bit and think about things,  isn't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your commute like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-5629421849142435352?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/_D--HuSY3oY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/_D--HuSY3oY/nablopomo-day-3-road-with-view.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SvECciLRuiI/AAAAAAAADoc/Rnum7Nx0NZw/s72-c/troutlake.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-day-3-road-with-view.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-9206318792444312448</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T04:00:01.472-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the Kitchen</category><title>Recipe Tuesdays:  Apple Oatmeal Crumble Topped Muffins</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/Su-x_KSsnHI/AAAAAAAADoU/4yISlwlcrsY/s1600-h/appleoatmealmuffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/Su-x_KSsnHI/AAAAAAAADoU/4yISlwlcrsY/s400/appleoatmealmuffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399730176893164658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I do realize that this muffin has no crumble topping.  Blame it on the person in the house who has to watch their sugar intake.  I skipped the topping part (which I'm sure would take this muffin into over the top sugary goodness),  but you don't have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muffin itself is chock full of tender pieces of apple, and the addition of whole wheat flour and oatmeal can make you feel like you are reviving your body after all that Halloween candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://holidaycookienotes.blogspot.com"&gt;Click here for the recipe...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-9206318792444312448?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/ODX2tHM8Y1U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/ODX2tHM8Y1U/recipe-tuesdays-apple-oatmeal-crumble.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/Su-x_KSsnHI/AAAAAAAADoU/4yISlwlcrsY/s72-c/appleoatmealmuffin.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/recipe-tuesdays-apple-oatmeal-crumble.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-1185425826802622868</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T20:24:44.517-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nablopomo</category><title>Manic Mondays</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/Su-s01YFzGI/AAAAAAAADoM/Pojptoc58Fo/s1600-h/IMG_5388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/Su-s01YFzGI/AAAAAAAADoM/Pojptoc58Fo/s400/IMG_5388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399724501921811554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What?  You were expecting something artsy and wonderful?  Mondays are busy for me.  They usually mean work, a quick grocery shop after wards, a late dinner, and maybe only after that do I get to relax for a bit before I'm throwing in laundry or cleaning something.  See, this is why I plan my menus because otherwise I think my head would explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's dinner was a chicken stir fry and brown rice.  Hubs and Jake exclaimed through the entire meal about how much they loved it, which struck me funny.  I hadn't made the recipe in years because the last time Hubs picked through the veggies, Jake wouldn't eat the cashews, and generally they told me they hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight?  I made it because it's quick and easy, and I liked it.  So if they didn't, they were going to suffer because for once &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was making something that I thought was yummy&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They loved it! They sang my praises about how delicious it was and polished off every last morsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families can be so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your Mondays like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-1185425826802622868?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/uLfrCfhoU7o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/uLfrCfhoU7o/nablopomoin-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomoin-pictures.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-2641901466878359456</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T04:00:04.059-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Its A Family Thing</category><title>Pandemic</title><description>Yesterday morning I took Jake to the dentist office bright and early; and as we were getting out of the car, I noticed a nurse letting herself into the Health Clinic right next door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, um, when can kids get the swine flu vaccination?" I asked.  "He's 13 and has asthma..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today."  She unlocked the door and motioned for me to come inside. "Follow me, I'll give you the information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been on the fence about having Jake get vaccinated for awhile.  Sometimes, I think, in the world of media and the Internets, we're flooded with almost too much information.  There's people arguing a case against vaccinations, some arguing for, and we parents are left to sift through it all and try to figure out what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it took &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2009/10/27/frustraglio-h1n1-toronto-hockey113.html"&gt;one story&lt;/a&gt;.  One.  A 13 year old boy who seemed to have caught a cold on a Friday-the VERY Friday that Jake became sick with some congestion as well.  By Monday, the 13 year old boy was dead.  My son was back to his usual self, complaining that he had to go to school and scarfing down half the contents of my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one look at Evan's Frustaglio's picture, heard his Dad's heartbroken voice about how quickly his son passed away, and that did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, both Hubs and Jake qualified for the first doses of vaccine that was rolled out in our community, so yesterday we trekked off and stood in line with what seemed like a hundred people.  Maybe it was.  Maybe it wasn't.  Whatever, it was a LOT.  It was a bit surreal, really.  You could almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;the worry in the room.  If someone coughed, a path practically cleared for them, like the Red Sea parting for Moses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about you?" Jake suddenly turned and looked at me with worry in his eyes.  I work in a school, which is pretty much ground zero for the spread of viruses.   The nurse looked at me and furrowed her brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't qualify as high risk, Jake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..." he looked at the nurse, back at me, then back at the nurse.  "What if you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question hung in the air, but I knew what he was asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if YOU get it?  What if YOU die?  What if?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be fine," I answered breezily.  "I wash my hands, I don't go near the kids who are sneezing.  Really Jake, I'll be okay. I'm healthy and strong.  I can get the vaccine in a couple of weeks."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if he believes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panic is rising, bit by bit.  I can hear it in people's voices.  Every time I turn on the news, headlines scream about more deaths.  Debates over whether or not to get the vaccine rage on Twitter, and perfect strangers have stopped me in the store to congratulate me on sneezing 'properly' (into my elbow, as health officials have suggested).   I see people using sanitizing wipes on shopping carts before they touch them, and it seems like hand sanitizers are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic is rising around me, and I'm fighting to keep it at bay.  Somehow it's easier at home, where I have control over the cleaning and can sanitize everything in sight.  Cleaning gives me a purpose.  A job.  I've shut off the news and stopped reading Twitter for awhile, because I just can't stand hearing about it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things are okay&lt;/span&gt;, I keep telling myself over and over as I'm scrubbing the counters for the zillionth time.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The two most important people in my life are vaccinated and will be safe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just quit feeling like I'm walking around with a giant bulls-eye on my back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-2641901466878359456?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/1HMl8LCdrJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/1HMl8LCdrJc/pandemic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/pandemic.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-1476886052185410819</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T04:00:17.547-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Big Picture</category><title>Support the Humane Society Pet Project</title><description>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-Bx4EK15W4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-Bx4EK15W4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that out of the 8 million pets that are in shelters each year, 3 million of them are euthanized?  Three MILLION?  Three million perfectly adoptable, healthy, adorable bundles of fur just waiting for someone to give them a home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theshelterpetproject.org/"&gt;The Shelter Pet Project&lt;/a&gt; is a PSA campaign trying to let people know that those cute bundles of fur in the shelter are just as lovable as the ones from your local breeder or pet store, and they need homes just as badly!  On their website, furry friends encourage you to send an adopt-a-gram, look through pet personals, and ask the adopter network a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to adopt a pet sometime this year, please consider getting a shelter pet.  I admit that I don't have a pet or any experience with shelters, so I hit up my Twitter peeps for some input.   I talked to @ajsouthern of &lt;a href="http://www.thesouthernfamily.net/"&gt;The Southern Family&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/St6HJ2leZoI/AAAAAAAADl8/2IPZfZn28Pk/s1600-h/Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/St6HJ2leZoI/AAAAAAAADl8/2IPZfZn28Pk/s320/Jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394898006977701506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(picture used with permission)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jack. Adopted at 12 weeks,  &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ajsouthern"&gt;@ajsouthern&lt;/a&gt; commented that "all I did was really pay his vet bill. He was mostly potty trained, and fee I payed also included neuter- it was a great deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, isn't he the cutest? He's a schnoodle.  Looks just like Jake's favorite childhood stuffie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked if he had any "issues" that one might think that a dog from a shelter would have, she replied," He was fine-I don't feel that way at all. Just a pet that needed a home! We would totally do it again. I rescued 3 cats as a youngster. Loved all them too. They come potty trained. And needy for love. :) those worth it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that pretty much says it all, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youcastcorp.com/shelter_pet_main?s=ap" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://youcastcorp.com/shelterpets/assets/shelterpet_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't adopt a pet, perhaps you could help out your local animal shelter by donating some pet food, time, or even a bit of money.  Jake and I occasionally visit ours to play with and pet the cats, who just love to have a human's undivided attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-1476886052185410819?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/m6cDYbA8wMg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/m6cDYbA8wMg/support-humane-society-pet-project.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/St6HJ2leZoI/AAAAAAAADl8/2IPZfZn28Pk/s72-c/Jack.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/support-humane-society-pet-project.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-983846526086653545</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T04:00:12.722-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the Kitchen</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><title>Recipe Tuesday: Boo!  Ghoulish Halloween Brownies</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuPH6gkeAWI/AAAAAAAADnM/QwKomGLcN0M/s1600-h/ghoulish+brownies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuPH6gkeAWI/AAAAAAAADnM/QwKomGLcN0M/s400/ghoulish+brownies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396376586509222242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was wandering through the grocery store, wracking my brain about what I was going to feature here for a quick, cute, easy Halloween goodie.  As I walked through the bulk food section, these yogurt covered pretzels caught my eye and suddenly, I didn't see pretzels.  I saw FACES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuPH6OpL0MI/AAAAAAAADnE/_zO1V9Fm4SU/s1600-h/ghoulish+brownies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuPH6OpL0MI/AAAAAAAADnE/_zO1V9Fm4SU/s400/ghoulish+brownies2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396376581697163458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best on a pan of One Bowl Brownies and chocolate glaze, these salty but sweet additions make for a fun (and OH so easy) Halloween treat.  I loved how they all appear to have different expressions, don't you? Get all the details for how to do it over at &lt;a href="http://holidaycookienotes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Recipes From the Cookie Jar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-983846526086653545?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/fzBj1jLyUjs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/fzBj1jLyUjs/recipe-tuesday-boo-ghoulish-halloween.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuPH6gkeAWI/AAAAAAAADnM/QwKomGLcN0M/s72-c/ghoulish+brownies.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/recipe-tuesday-boo-ghoulish-halloween.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-7870136870756221697</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T22:12:42.685-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the Kitchen</category><title>A Taste of October 23-30, 2009</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuZ_MCvT31I/AAAAAAAADnk/qc1aJjPkfbs/s1600-h/taste+of.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuZ_MCvT31I/AAAAAAAADnk/qc1aJjPkfbs/s400/taste+of.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397141048320581458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With cooler weather and Halloween coming, what better time then to resort to a few homey favorites and some easy ghoulish treats?  Here's a taste of &lt;a href="http://www.everythingmom.com/free-meal-plans/free-meal-plans-veggie-tortellini-bake.html"&gt;this week's meal plan over at Everything Mom.com&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ghoulish brownies (@ &lt;a href="http://holidaycookienotes.blogspot.com"&gt;Recipes From the Cookie Jar-goes live Oct 27&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-Lamb/hamburger soup&lt;br /&gt;-Veggie Tortellini Bake (featured recipe @ Everything Mom.com)&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate chip Halloween Cookie Pops (@ &lt;a href="http://holidaycookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-cookie-pops.html"&gt;Recipes From the Cookie Jar&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-Baked Egg Rolls&lt;br /&gt;-Crockpot BBQ Pulled Chicken Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;-Apple Buttermilk Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Cooking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-7870136870756221697?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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When I was little, I'd dump out a box and immediately begin separating them by color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow&lt;br /&gt;Orange&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;Blue (not a traditional color but I grew to love it)&lt;br /&gt;Purple&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;and of course RED! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynk7__yJ6zo&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=B09ACE4BFCBC5E73&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=13"&gt;Because you have to eat them LAST&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edited to add: For you American readers, &lt;a href="http://www.smarties.ca/main/english/index.html"&gt;Smarties in Canada&lt;/a&gt; are candy coated chocolates similar to plain M&amp;amp;Ms. The candies that are called Smarties in the USA are called &lt;a href="http://media.www.brockpress.com/media/storage/paper384/news/2004/10/26/Features/Everything.You.Ever.Wanted.To.Know.About.Rockets.But.Were.Afraid.To.Ask-781313.shtml?norewrite200610071951&amp;amp;sourcedomain=www.brockpress.com"&gt;Rockets here in Canada&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I opened a box of Smarties to make Halloween cookie pops to feature here on Notes From the Cookie Jar.  I dumped them into the bowl and...what?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuJhz_6lw-I/AAAAAAAADmE/VfJnZlIvhrE/s1600-h/newsmarties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuJhz_6lw-I/AAAAAAAADmE/VfJnZlIvhrE/s320/newsmarties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395982849501676514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell is with these technicolor candies? They look like Skittles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These weren't Smarties.  They were impostors.  Gone was the green and  blue, and why was the normally pastel purple and pink now so bright they blended with the red?  And why are the brown ones black?  They looked like cheap, bulk bin wanna-be Smarties.  Surely there must be a mistake, so I ate one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestle, I'm trying to be fair here, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the new Smarties are just absolutely gross&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe you thought you were giving people what they wanted by introducing "No artificial coloring" Smarties, but come on-we're talking CANDY here.  Candy!  It's not supposed to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that by making a product without artificial coloring, the end product is something that has a gross, artificial, chemically after taste to it.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially &lt;/span&gt;the most iconic color of all..RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nestle.ca/en/articles/general_food_information/Smarties_No_Artificial_Colours.htm"&gt;Your site says that they taste the same&lt;/a&gt;, in fact...better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I strongly disagree.  &lt;/span&gt;The non-artificial color stuff tastes AWFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear me?  Should I say it again?  Or how even plain M&amp;amp;Ms, which I've never really liked, taste BETTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, I used to say how Smarties were SO much better than M&amp;amp;Ms, and pitied my American friends for having to go without.   I used Smarties to decorate cupcakes, in cookies, trail mix, as snacks, in ice cream, on brownies, and to eat just because.  Once my screen name was even Red_Smartie.  I was going to feature them here in the Cookie Jar and rave about how wonderful they are because Smarties were one of THE favorite candies in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now?  Now I'm just disappointed and sad.  Sad because you took a perfectly good product beloved by MILLIONS of Canadians, and you ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUINED IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true test came when my 13 year old wandered into the kitchen, saw the Smarties sitting on the counter, and reached to sneak a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the HELL is wrong with these Smarties?" he sputtered, making a face.  "They taste NASTY!"  He pushed the bowl back on the counter and refused to touch them.  There they sat, for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; two whole days&lt;/span&gt;, and not one person in the house would eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up throwing them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew how much this house adores chocolate, and especially Smarties, you'd realize just how BAD they must be for us to throw them away.  Normally they would not have lasted longer then 5 minutes.  Did you know that we have bought a box of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nestle favorites&lt;/span&gt; every single year for Halloween almost as long as Jake has been alive?  Or that we'd give away all the Aero and Coffee Crisp bars to trick or treaters,  specifically so we could eat the leftover Smarties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I stood in the candy aisle and contemplated my choices for candy to give for Halloween, I did something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have never done before&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Cadbury treats instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You RUINED them, Nestle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-9014874282704379851?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/4qT5Dik36p4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/4qT5Dik36p4/nestle-you-ruined-smarties.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuJhz_6lw-I/AAAAAAAADmE/VfJnZlIvhrE/s72-c/newsmarties.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/nestle-you-ruined-smarties.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-4867083933027763292</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T20:26:19.108-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the Kitchen</category><title>Halloween Cookie Pops</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuO7bb9VwXI/AAAAAAAADmM/Hn2y0YWTvls/s1600-h/cookiepops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/SuO7bb9VwXI/AAAAAAAADmM/Hn2y0YWTvls/s400/cookiepops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396362858555883890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking for a sweet way to say trick or treat to friends and family?  Try baking up a batch of Halloween cookie pops for those who aren't going door to door! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find the whole how to and recipe over at &lt;a href="http://holidaycookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-cookie-pops.html"&gt;Recipes From the Cookie Jar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-4867083933027763292?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Sure, maybe there's a flu, but you know it doesn't look that bad.  You know media, they hype it up a bit.  Maybe I'll get the shot, maybe I won't.  Besides I don't know anyone who has had it, so I think I'm okay so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's getting increasingly hard to ignore when the headlines look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theprovince.com/health/Young+Mission+died+Sunday+H1N1/2108209/story.html"&gt;Young Mission Mom Who Died Sunday Had H1N1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news1130.com/news/local/more.jsp?content=20091016_091221_7516"&gt;BC Being Hit Hardest With H1N1!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vancouverite.com/2009/10/20/swine-flu-wave-hits-b-c-hospitals-as-ninth-fatality-confirmed/comment-page-1/"&gt;60 Kids With Flu At Emergency Per Day as Swine Flu Takes it's Toll on BC Healthcare and Schools!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still managed to ignore much of it until yesterday, when Hubs and I went over to Lion's Gate hospital for an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute we walked through the doors, something was different.  Were those...metal detectors?  Nope.  Big red signs loomed, telling us to stop and sanitize our hands with some kind of alcohol foam.   Ah, must be because of H1N1, I thought as I dutifully used them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs and I were early, so we sat in the cafeteria and enjoyed a coffee, toying with the idea of just having lunch there after his appointment.  The food smelled pretty good, and looked much better then the limp, tasteless salad that I picked through over at St. Paul's the week before.   Eventually we wandered down to the ultrasound department and settled in the waiting room, which filled up quickly.  As Hubs was taken in for his appointment, I went back upstairs and nonchalantly  bought myself a bag of chips from the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I noticed a sign; a different sign, posted near the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign that stated that some of their patients had been sick with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vomiting and diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;, and how visitors needed to wash their hands, not visit sick patients, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a sec.  I looked around, suddenly taking in the scene with different eyes.  Those signs were plastered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;.   Why didn't I noticed them when we first came in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomiting? Diarrhea?  Are those symptoms of Swine Flu?  Or is that something else, like Norwalk, which is also highly contagious?  Is that why they have signs about washing your hands and hand sanitizer every few feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone suddenly become a germaphobe in the span of a few seconds?  I ask that because I swear, that is exactly what happened.  Suddenly the very idea of eating in the cafeteria repulsed me.   Every surface; every chair, magazine, table, wall, were suddenly looming with icky germs just waiting to pounce.    Go to the bathroom?  You have to be kidding.  It's a germ party in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sanitized my hands again (twice!)  and perched on my chair as if germs could seep through my clothing and infect me,  refusing to touch anything but my chip bag.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The chip bag must be okay&lt;/span&gt;, I rationalized.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just won't touch anything else.&lt;/span&gt;  If someone sneezed, I moved my chair; and pretty soon, I was sitting by myself off in the far corner away from all the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty-five minutes later, Hubs emerged from the swinging doors of the ultrasound department, cheerfully unaware of the dangers present in the rest of the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey let's get lunch here," he suggested, "The cafeteria didn't look too bad."  I shook my head forcefully and began pushing him towards the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hell no! Are you nuts?!  I'm not eating here.  I'm not even going to the bathroom here.  Let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell is your problem?"he started batting my arms away in irritation as if I were a pesky small child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged him to the nearest sign and as I dramatically read aloud, emphasizing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;, his face contorted in horror.  I didn't even need to finish before he began pushing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go.  Go, go, go, go, GO." We quickly made for the nearest exit, stopping only to sanitize our hands twice more for good measure before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we finally made it to the car, we both breathed a sigh of relief.  Safe at last.   Back to our little home, far away from hospitals and infected people,  where so far everyone is pretty healthy and there is nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I sat in my pjs with my coffee, content that all was right with my corner of the world when Jake appeared at my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a sore throat," he announced, before he began coughing all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go away! Cough into your elbow!  Don't touch me!" I recoiled in horror-had it followed us home somehow? Were we now infected?  Maybe I should've worn a mask....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-1321161086815198672?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/EUd1qqpWP9Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/EUd1qqpWP9Y/panic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/panic.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-1562832192128878428</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T04:00:01.631-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crafty corner</category><title>Halloween How To:  Make a Mummy Costume</title><description>Costume making doesn't need to be expensive.  One year where we just couldn't afford any 'extras' in our budget, I made Jake the best and cheapest costume ever.  I wish I had pictures to show you, but my scanner is broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake did get a whole slew of compliments that year, and he loved that he could move and play in his costume without wrecking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we need to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a white sheet (picked up at a local thrift store)&lt;br /&gt;-hot glue gun&lt;br /&gt;-an old pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;-an old sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;-roll of gauze&lt;br /&gt;-face paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!  That was IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Cut the sheet up into a bunch of strips.  I made them about 2 inches wide, and the length doesn't really matter because you will trim as you go.  Leave them fairly long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Wash the strips in the washing machine.  This frays them somewhat and that's what you want.  Mummies rarely look neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Lay out the sweatshirt and starting at the top, begin hot gluing the strips of fabric to the shirt.  I worked my way across the front going from left to right, layering them and gluing only the top of the strip, then putting the next one underneath but slightly lower.  (kinda like shingles)  Make sure to keep it fairly loose as the glued on strips will keep the shirt from stretching when the child puts it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work your way around the arms and down the back.  When you are finished, get your child to try it on.  You will see places that you have failed to cover and can add strips there as well.  When I did this with Jake, there were some places that couldn't stretch and I had glued too tight.  I just ripped that part of the strip off, or cut it, and then added some other pieces to cover up where the sweatshirt was showing through.  Don't worry about it looking perfectly neat-it's not supposed to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue with the pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  On Halloween when you are helping your child get dressed, just get them to put on their completed pants and sweatshirt.  If it's cold, a white turtleneck under the sweatshirt adds warmth and goes well with the costume.    Wrap your child's head up with the gauze, under their chin and around their head, leaving their face showing but covering up all their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the child is a girl, you could try putting her hair into a high ponytail and spraying it with greyish hair paint, teasing it all wild, and adding spiders or other creepy crawlies.  Wrap the gauze around their head but allow the ponytail to stick out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Paint their face completely white, with black under their eyes and red lips, plus use some of the red on the gauze on their head to make it look like they are bleeding a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or treat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-1562832192128878428?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/pOpgvEF47TA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/pOpgvEF47TA/halloween-how-to-make-mummy-costume.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-how-to-make-mummy-costume.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-7050939894655001468</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T04:00:07.378-07:00</atom:updated><title>Recipe Tuesdays:</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/St0vyn8aXVI/AAAAAAAADl0/4wh8ru3377o/s1600-h/pumpkin+pie_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/St0vyn8aXVI/AAAAAAAADl0/4wh8ru3377o/s320/pumpkin+pie_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394520475422055762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something all planned, baked, and almost ready to go for today.  Really!  But then I had to go and bake a pumpkin pie, and before I knew it I was taking pictures while the light was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I realized I didn't take pics of my ghoulish treat for Tuesday, the light was gone.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the pie?  It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/St0vx19wTkI/AAAAAAAADls/jHOGmNgwo5M/s1600-h/pumpkin+pie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/St0vx19wTkI/AAAAAAAADls/jHOGmNgwo5M/s320/pumpkin+pie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394520462005915202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ghoulish treats later in the week, I promise!  Honest!  Unless you'd rather have &lt;a href="http://holidaycookienotes.blogspot.com/2008/06/pumpkin-pie.html"&gt;pumpkin pie&lt;/a&gt;, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-7050939894655001468?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/OM86RkyuO1s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/OM86RkyuO1s/recipe-tuesdays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/St0vyn8aXVI/AAAAAAAADl0/4wh8ru3377o/s72-c/pumpkin+pie_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/recipe-tuesdays.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-1869276439709025104</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T04:00:05.487-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the Kitchen</category><title>Halloween at The Cookie Jar</title><description>Over the weekend we went to Vancouver.  I admit I wasn't that thrilled with the prospect, but I had promised Hubs months ago that we would visit &lt;a href="http://www.kmstools.com/"&gt;tool heaven&lt;/a&gt; and he could go buy himself a new toy to build furniture with.   The only thing I insisted on (besides trying to weasel a $1500 Canon SLR camera. Drool!)  was stopping  at &lt;a href="http://www.michaels.com/art/online/home"&gt;Michaels&lt;/a&gt; so I could pick up some crafty-ish stuff to entertain myself with.    My sketchbook is full of ideas for Halloween treats, and I needed the supplies to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/StvmzKeNCEI/AAAAAAAADlc/JdMjPBxuOWk/s1600-h/42416578383536693847742d6e335a624a6777-149x149-0-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/StvmzKeNCEI/AAAAAAAADlc/JdMjPBxuOWk/s320/42416578383536693847742d6e335a624a6777-149x149-0-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394158745365055554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/"&gt;Bakerella&lt;/a&gt;, it's entirely your fault.  Really.  I saw something on your blog once about edible ink pens, and just had to have some.  I had wanted a whole set, but had to settle for just the orange and black that were available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?  They are very cool-I can't wait to try them!  The second we were in the car Jake asked if he could try them out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on his tongue&lt;/span&gt;.  Did I mention that teenagers are weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/StvnR8mIvVI/AAAAAAAADlk/C441n1fqz4I/s1600-h/1911-488_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/StvnR8mIvVI/AAAAAAAADlk/C441n1fqz4I/s320/1911-488_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394159274216176978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made it into the bag was this package of &lt;a href="http://www.wilton.com/store/site/product.cfm?id=B72C2E63-1E0B-C910-EA78577476AE127E"&gt;green candy melts&lt;/a&gt;.  You can't get candy melts where I live, so this is my very first time using them.  That's right, I am a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;candy melts virgin&lt;/span&gt;. Be still, my spatula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are being used to create a fun cupcake that I have all designed and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, I found these &lt;a href="http://www.wilton.com/store/site/product.cfm?id=3E30B0D5-475A-BAC0-5CA5A25CEFB47DF7&amp;amp;killnav=1"&gt;great sticks to make cookie pops&lt;/a&gt;.  I've made them before with popsicle sticks, but these are much nicer looking.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're wondering what cookie pops are?  I'll be whipping some up this week so make sure to check back!  The Cookie Jar is going all Halloween-ish over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, here's the difference between me and Hubs.  He has a hobby, it costs him $2000 to get toys.  Me?  I drop $15 at a craft store and use my free blog to write about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to make him a deal on that $1500 camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-1869276439709025104?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~4/1Sl-Nl9bR60" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotesFromTheCookieJar/~3/1Sl-Nl9bR60/halloween-at-cookie-jar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Scattered Mom)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y67wRJsJ3E8/StvmzKeNCEI/AAAAAAAADlc/JdMjPBxuOWk/s72-c/42416578383536693847742d6e335a624a6777-149x149-0-0.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><feedburner:origLink>http://cookienotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-at-cookie-jar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27289049.post-8348815810631307332</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T21:39:35.916-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">From the Kitchen</category><title>Taste of Mosaic October 16-23</title><description>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/4020741787/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2512/4020741787_d58c50b24c.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cookienotes/4020741787/"&gt;Taste of Mosaic October 16-23&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/cookienotes/"&gt;Scatteredmom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; This week's Meal Plan over at Everything Mom included a yummy, spicy Black Bean soup that is fantastic topped with tortilla chips and cheese.  Need the recipe?  &lt;a href="http://www.everythingmom.com/free-meal-plans/free-meal-plans-black-bean-soup.html"&gt;Click on over....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27289049-8348815810631307332?l=cookienotes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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