¾ cup butter-flavored shortening
1 cup sugar
¼ cup molasses
2 cups flour
¼ tsp salt
2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
¼ tsp cloves
½ tsp ginger
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Cream shortening, add sugar, egg, molasses, then dry
ingredients. Form into a ball. Roll in sugar.
On a lightly greased cookie sheet, bake for 9 minutes at most. Check at 7 or 8 minutes. Cool on a rack. To keep them a little soft, store before cooling completely.
(This is a much less domestic blog than it used to be, but it’s a good place to save a recipe my family likes. We picked this one up at the first church I served. I’ve made a tweak or two and now claim the recipe as mine.)
We have the strangest ads running on local channels now, for one of the two major grocery store chains in the area, in which a group of women talk about why they are such loyal customers. They look fairly ordinary, not Stepford-like in their appearance, but the expressions on their faces as they rhapsodize about the regularly low grocery prices are excessively contented.
I want to know what the point is. Do they think *I* think if I shop there (which I do and have done for 20+ years) I will achieve this apparent nirvana of shopping?
If anything it makes me want to stay away.
But Snowman is coming home for Spring Break. After two months of only girls in the house, I need to lay in some young man groceries. Not only that, we’re running out of toilet paper, and I can’t bring myself to buy it at Whole Foods. Too rough, and too expensive!
So if you see me looking blissed out tomorrow, you’ll know why. It’s the everyday low prices.
We frequently get water in the basement of this old house when it rains. It runs across the floor and down a drain. I give thanks for the drain. Not too long ago, however, the drain backed up, and Pure Luck had to pull roots out of it. I ended up doing a bit of that myself, but it seems to be running well now.
However, I didn't realize the standing water from that earlier event extended into the one walled-off space in our basement. We've used it for storage, for the kinds of things you can't decide what to do with, so you put them somewhere never to look at them until you move. Or have a yard sale. Or have a flood.
That stuff is wet, or some of it is, and so is the wallboard in that thrown up corner room. I'm not sure why anyone ever thought it was a good idea to wall off that space. It happened before our time. And I'm pretty sure it's going to have to come down now.
Naturally, I'm discovering this when the house is populated by yours truly, a 14-year-old girl, a dog and two cats. I guess I'm going to have to take it one section at a time and do as much as I can by myself. I've got bags and bags to put out in the trash tomorrow. I expect there will be even more next week.
Most of what's down there is not anything I cared about keeping, but I just found the box my mother's wedding dress is in, and it has a damp corner. The plastic around the box had broken away. It was not directly on the floor, and honestly I hadn't even thought about it. I hope I can have it cleaned and boxed again. If so, it's going straight to our small attic!