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Jensen’s Annual Joyful Traditions Party Was A Success !! December 17, 2011

Every year’s end, we have done a big party and invited our work-mates, friends and neighbors.  We always have it on a Friday close to Christmas and for weeks in advance, we send invitations, decorate inside and out, organize a full open bar with bartender, plan a comprehensive menu and in general, pull out all the stops to make it an enjoyable experience for everyone attending.  Even though I was still recovering from the loss of my sweet dog, Scruffy, I picked myself up by the bootstraps and carried onward.  Over the years, I have perfected certain recipes which all go together, i.e., no ill-mixing of flavors.  People can go directly to their favorites, or try my “new” addition, of which I usually include two.  We make labels so people can sort out first course, second course, etc.  It is a party for party’s sake and everyone just brings their appetite and holiday cheer.

Here are some pictures of last night, Jensen’s 2011 Joyful Traditions Party:

Dinner Is Served !!

HoneyBaked Ham and Smoked Turkey

March Of The Olive Penguins !!

I like to keep the favorites for party-goers: The Hot Artichoke Dip on mini-slices of Trader Joe’s French Baguette bread, Hot Mulled Cider using Williams-Sonoma’s mulling spices and unfiltered, fresh apple juice, Hot Sausage Stuffed Mushrooms, big shrimp with tangy cocktail sauce, Waldorf Salad with grannie smith apples and cranraisens, assorted premium cheeses, veggies, and of couse, the HoneyBaked Ham and Turkey.

So this year, I added the Olive Penguins (labor intensive, but too cute!!), and Boorhead’s thin-sliced rare roast beef, on a French Baguette round, spread with a peppy horseradish sauce and topped with a sliver of roasted red pepper, then dusted with fresh ground pepper.   OOOOOHHHH!  This will put the Ho-Ho-Ho back into your Christmas Spirit.

THEN, you can’t miss the desserts:  Three-Berry Topped Cheesecake, assorted chocolates, mints and my popular, Rum-Raisen Bread Pudding, made with 12 eggs, 2 cups of Heavy Whipping Cream (and whole milk to thin it out), with cinnamon, plump tri-colored raisens (from Trader Joe’s), with one cup of aged Mogambo Dark Rum drizzled over the top as it comes from the oven, and finished with a flourish of whipped cream and dusted with cinnamon, served in shiny foil cupcake cups.  It is to DIE for.

All the guests ate and drank until they were ready to POP.  It is the one day of the year which is OK to totally throw the diet out of the door.  My Mother always told me, “Don’t trust a skinny cook!”, so you can see where I side on the equation.  Yes, I am told that I am a great cook, people beg me for recipes and look forward to next year when I will come up with some new delectable treasures.

So, gosh I only have 364 days to plan next year’s party.  And then I need to do all kinds of knitting too!   Just not enough time, even in a year to get everything I want to do, done.

The New Wave – Random Acts of Art December 12, 2011

There is something new in the wind – could it be anonymous and random acts of art with YARN !!!!!  OMG !!!! It is called Yarn Bombing, or rather adorning public things with artful yarns.  I saw an article, some time ago, about an old military tank in Europe covered in pink, knitted squares – all colors, but mostly shocking pink.  It really grabbed your attention.  The art was speaking to you.  Now I saw an article today that it has hit the US, in Skowhegan, Maine.  (Go ahead, Google Yarn Bombing, Maine, and get a tongue in cheek newspaper report of it and lots of pictures to whet your appetite.)

For us more conservative knitters, the thought of “bombing” anything is abhorent, but there seems to be a new wave of anonymous knitters out there decorating trees, posts, bus benches, door pulls, you name it, with colorful expressions of our artistry.  So am I going to be left behind?  Of course not.   I am jumping on the bandwagon.  Here is a pic of my recent work.  I thought my two front trees looked like they could use some leg warmers:

Trees With Leg Warmers

Said Goodbye To My Beloved Dog, Scruffy, Yesterday December 6, 2011

When do you know it is time to let a beloved pet go?

My dog, Scruffy (she was female), and I were so close, I don’t really have words for it – maybe just unconditional love will do.  We got her from the dog pound many years ago after we suddenly lost another beloved dog, Julie, to kidney failure.  We waited about 3 months after Julie, then decided our lives would be better if we had another dog to love and enjoy.  So we decided to adopt a dog from the pound and off we went.

Scruffy was the darling of the personnel at the pound.  She had escaped her former owners on New Year’s Eve, probably with all the noise going on, but sadly, she was hit by a car, and had just now recovered at the dog pound at Easter when we first saw her.  We knew we had a winner immediately, since she was in a cage with a pitbull.  After we adopted her, we found she had the sweetest disposition, never bit anyone, and barked only to alert us there was someone at the door.  She didn’t like being tied up (she would chew through the restraint) or closed into a room (scratched at the carpet until it was bare).  Getting her checked out and microchiped at the Vet, he said she was mostly a Schnauzer, with something else mixed in, because of her coloring, charcoal with silver what is called “feathers” on her eyebrows, whiskers and legs.  He also said that she was probably about 1 year old.  The Dog Pound manager said she already had a litter of two, but they were stillborn.  This led us to think she was about 1 year old when we got her in 1998, so that would put her at almost 14 yesterday.

We took her for walks, she chased squirrels out our small backyard and generally did everything a happy dog would do for about 8 years, and then we noticed she was stepping off curbs and bumping into things, so I took her to a specialist and they told me she was going blind, a congenital problem with Schnauzer’s called Retinal Degeneration.  Also, she had cataracts that even if we went through surgery to fix, would not slow the gradual blindness caused by the Retinal Degeneration.  So, over a year’s time, she slowly went blind, although I swear she could still see enough to determine night and day.  She became cautious when walking, slowed down, felt her way around the house by zig-zagging, hitting walls, etc. until she settled where she wanted to be.  Still, she was happy to be with us and memorized the paths through the house, the doggie door to go outside, so we just adjusted our routines a bit, trying to not move furniture or putting boxes in her memorized way and onward we went.  She still could hear and smell, so that is how she  made up for being blind.

Then she started going deaf.  We would call to her and she would invariably turn in the opposite direction because she was hearing only partially and could not tell where the sound was coming from, but we adjusted again and onward we went.  At this point, her walks shortened, she got slower and I started noticing that her hip and leg joints seemed to be stiff and bothering her.  We thought that maybe she tumbled off the two steps she had to navigate to get to the backyard, but it was really more like arthritis from her early days when she was hit by that car.  She started losing her footing and her legs would not hold her up on our wood flooring, so we put runners, mats, carpets, etc. everywhere we thought she wanted to go in the house.  She was OK on grass, carpet and brick, but wood floors and our deck gave her problems.

For the last few weeks, we have found her “splatted” in the kitchen, unable to get up and whimpering.  I had picked her up several times, but being the obstinate little girl she was, she would not avoid these areas.  Once I found her whimpering on the middle step of the deck, unable to go either up or down and this is when I started to get a huge ache in my heart.  How could we go anywhere if I feared we would find her helpless and in distress when I got home?

I knew she had been giving me signs that she was ready to go for about a year, but making the decision to let her go – when do you really know when that is?  For each case, a different answer.  For us, yesterday was our answer.  We were with her at the end and I know we will meet again in heaven, both in our perfect bodies, filled with the love that we will ever keep between us.  Yes, I cry and ache for the loss of my little girl, Scruffy.  No words can comfort, no good wishes can ease this ache of loss.  Life will go on, but with just a little less happiness.  This is what beloved pets give you – and I know it stays with you even into the next world.

I thank Sandy for sending me this poem she wrote and said it was OK to share with all of you.

Let Me….

Let me romp among the flowers,

feel His warmth upon my back,

with no locks on Heaven’s Gateways,

and no leash to hold me back.

Let me play among your memories,

bringing comfort and not pain,

open up your heart to others,

so I have not lived in vain.

Let me be the one to greet you,

when your days on earth are through,

for I wait among the flowers,

to spend Eternity with you.

-by Sandy Sherman