Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Veggie Pizza By Rebecca Brown
2 packages of crescants. open unroll flatten out on cookie sheet .. bake at what package says ..... yesssss while this is cooking ..
take a package broccoli - cauliflour - carrot mix (california blend) - put in food grinder and grind til tiny pieces ..
16 oz fat free sour cream
2 - 1/3 fat free cream cheese
1 envelope of zesty Italian seasonings (from the baking isle)
1 package of skim milk shreded cheese that you like, (we use the taco cheese and skim milk mazarolla?)
put sour cream, cream cheese Italian seasons, in bowl and mix. once crescants are baked, take out of oven, spread with cream cheese mixture, then the veggie mixture, then spread with grated cheese.
cut and eat.
This makes a large cookie sheet. But it taste great !!!
From Linda In Ohio
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
The Tin CAt Christmas
No crafting was stirring, not even a spoon
The stocking were hanging by the chimney with names
in hopes that ole brooke would soon hold the reins
Rooster was nestled all snug in her bed
While visions of racing danced in her head
With snitch in her kerchief and t in her cap
They just had some chocolate and settled down for a nap
When out on the roof franklin fell with a clatter
Trying to hang Christmas lights and a banner
Away to the window judy flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters franklin fell on her ash
Connie awake and amazed by the new fallen snow
It gave gave her a radiant glow
When what to connies eyes should appear
But a minature sleigh and eight tincats bringing up the rear
Snitch knew iin a moment it must be brooke
More rapid then donna the tincats they came
As gwen whistled and shouted and called them by name
Now ginny now coco
Now lexanna and Kathy
On jenny on crazy for crafts
On deb now on whirlydoo
To the top of the porch to the top of the wall
Now dash away dash away dash away all
We crafted and pasted as the time it did fly
We lost track of the time looking into the sky. So up to the house top the courses they flew. With the sleigh full of toys and brooke in pink shoes. And then in a twinkling auntb heard on the roof. The tincats are dancing and and we thought they disappeared with a poof. As auntb drew in her head and was turning around. Down the chimney brooke came with a bound. She was dressed all in fur from her head to her foot. And her pink shoes were tarnished with ashes and soot. Bunches of crafts she had flung on her back. As she looked like a peddlar just opening her sack. Her eyes how they twinkled her dimples how merry. Her cheeks were like roses her nose like a cherry. Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow. And her cheeks and her chin were as pink as the bow. The paper and staples she held in her teeth. It encircled her head like a grand Christmas wreath. She had a broad face and a little round belly. And it shook when she laughed like a bowl full of jelly. She was chubby and plump a right jolly ole elf. Auntb laughed when she saw her inspite of myself. A wink of her eye and a twist of her head. Showed that the crafts that she gave us wa nuttin to dread. She spoke not a word but went straight to her work. And filled all the stockings and turned with a jerk. And laying her finger aside of her nose. And giving a nod up the chimney she rose. She sprang to her sleigh to her team gave a whisle the tincats they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard her explain as she drove out of sight. Merry Christmas tincats its was a heck of a night.
By Auntb