Savory Stuffed Mushrooms

Please note: I never measure when I season-just a little here, a little there until it tastes the way I want it to.
You can use any kind of cheese you want. You can use more or less cheese if you want. You can use fat free cream cheese if you want. You can use seasoned bread crumbs if you want. You can use imitation crab meat if you want.


Be your own judge and be adventurous.


Preheat oven to 400 degrees


1- 16oz package of large mushrooms
3 Tablespoons butter
4 oz. cream cheese (1/2 a block)
2-6oz. cans of crab meat-drained
2-green onions (scallions) 
Shredded Gruyère cheese (you can use Swiss cheese)
Lemon juice
3/4 cup bread crumbs (I use Panko plain)
1/4 cup white wine




Wash and remove the stems from the mushrooms.
Finely chop about 1/2 the stems and 2 green onions.
Saute in the 3 tablespoons of melted butter until tender-about 3 minutes
Remove from heat and add the crab meat, cream cheese, bread crumbs, a couple of squirts of lemon juice.
Mix well.
This is where I season with salt, pepper, a little garlic powder, onion powder and Old Bay seasoning.


I use a small disposable plastic spoon to put the mixture into the hollowed out mushrooms.
Place in a baking dish-lightly sprinkle some bread crumbs over the top. Use your fingers to do this-don't shake from the can. You just want a little. Lightly spray the tops of the mushrooms with canola oil spray to help the bread crumbs brown.
Top with a little more of the Gruyère cheese.
If you didn't drink the wine, pour it in the bottom of the baking dish.
Get a basting brush and dip into the pan and drizzle it over the tops of the mushrooms.


Bake at 400 degrees for 20-22 minutes.
Let them sit for a few minutes before serving

And the really good thing is-should there be any leftovers...they reheat very well!
ENJOY!!!

We are under attack!

We Must Stop This  Immediately 
Have you noticed that stairs are  getting steeper.

Groceries are heavier.

And, everything is farther away. 
Yesterday I walked to the corner and I was dumbfounded to discover how long our street had become! 

And, you know, people are less  considerate now, especially the young ones.  

They speak in whispers all the time! 

If you ask them to speak up they just keep repeating themselves, endlessly mouthing the same silent message  until they're red in the face! 

What do they think I am, a lip reader?

 

I also think they are much younger than I was at the same age. 

On the other hand, people my own age are so much older than I am.

I ran into an old friend the other day and she has aged so much that she didn't even recognize  me.  

I got to thinking about the poor dear while I was combing my hair this morning, and in doing so, I glanced at my own reflection well, REALLY NOW - even mirrors are not made the way they used to be!

Another thing, everyone drives so fast these days!  

You're risking life and limb if you happen to pull onto the motorway in front of them. 

All I can say is, their brakes must wear out awfully fast, the way I  see them screech and swerve in my rear view  mirror.  

Clothing manufacturers are less civilized these days. 

Why else would they suddenly start labeling a size 10 or 12 dress as 18 or 20? 

Do they think no one notices? 

The people who make bathroom scales are pulling the same prank.  

Do they think I actually 'believe' the number I see on that dial? 

HA!  I would never let myself weigh that much! 

Just who do these people think they're  fooling?  


I'd like to call up someone in authority to report what's going on -- but the telephone company is in on the conspiracy too: they've printed the phone books in such  small  type that no one could ever find a number in there!

All I can do is pass along this warning:
WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!
Unless something drastic happens, pretty soon everyone will have to suffer these awful indignities.

PS: I am sending this to you in a larger font size, because something has happened to my computer's fonts - they are smaller than they once were.

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How Could My Mother Stand Me?

Every once in awhile I remember the way "I saw saw it" when I was a very little girl and when I made my comments, acted upon or asked questions to my Mother, I remember her giggling, screaming or looking at me like I had three heads.

Perhaps these memories come to surface when we have our own children & grandchildren.

We realize that in a world of constant change, many things remain the same.

Here are some of the things I remember thinking, saying, doing or asking all between the ages of three to seven years of age:

#1

The Addams Family was a big hit in the early to mid sixties and I wanted my long hair to be styled just like Cousin It's. I was thoroughly convinced that all I had to do was bend over, comb all my hair to cover my face, hold it in place and just cut two holes out of my hair around my eyes. 

It was so simple, so easy and I couldn't wait to perform my masterpiece.

However....

I had the unfortunate experience of having the scissors I so cleverly found ripped out of my tiny hands when I announced my intentions to Mommy. I was shocked and dismayed!

When I tried to explain to her why this would work and what a great idea it was, all she did was

tell me never, ever shall I take any scissors to any part of my hair-Ever.

I was very upset with her. She wouldn't even consider for a second how great this hairstyle would look. 

I remember having the sneaky suspicion that she thought it was a stupid idea, but I guess she didn't want to damage my self esteem.

#2
(It should be noted that my Mother always answered any questions I had with only what my little mind could comprehend at that particular time. This would explain how I knew about certain things but couldn't remember how I knew them)

When I was 3 years old and my Mother was pregnant with my brother.
One day I just walked up to her and nonchalantly stated "I wish you were a black Mommy"
(This would be one of the many occasions her jaw dropped)
After a few seconds, she asked "Why Honey?"
"Because then I could have had chocolate milk when you fed me when I was a baby"
(I was a breastfed baby)
Hey, it made perfect sense to me!

#3

I believe I was four years old when I was absolutely convinced that I could speak fluent Chinese.

Chinese at that time was any language other than my native English.

I proudly walked into my parents' bedroom and announced this sudden ability of mine.

(At this point Mommy giggles)

Since my declaring such a milestone was not enough to convince her, I stood in front of her full length mirror, took a deep breath and proceeded to speak clear, fluent Chinese-

BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH 

with my tongue darting in and out of my mouth.

My Mother was amazed! 

I could tell she was both impressed and proud by the ear to ear smile on her face!

(Another sneaky suspicion that inside, she was actually laughing her ass off) 

There's definitely many more memories, but I'll save those for another time.

The Pretender

I have always felt a strong connection to the words of this song.

I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
Gonna pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls around
I'll go on home and lay my body down
And when the morning light comes streaming in
I'll get up and do it again
Amen.
Say it again
Amen.

I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening?
I've been aware of the time going by
They say in the end it's the wink of an eye
When the morning light comes streaming in
You'll get up and do it again
Amen.

Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender.
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the Pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there

Ah the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night
Leaving nothing for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might
While the ships bearing their dreams
Sail out of sight

I'm gonna find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we'll fill in the missing colors
In each other's paint-by-number dreams
And then we'll put our dark glasses on
And we'll make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We'll get up and do it again
Get it up again

I'm gonna be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
where true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the Pretender.
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender.

Say a prayer for the pretender
Are you there for the pretender?
Say a prayer for the pretender
Are you there for the pretender?
Are you prepared for the pretender?

-Jackson Browne

Poor Rosemary C. King

While checking my inbox this morning I came across an e-mail from Rosemary C. King who referred to me as "Dear Friend".

Funny, I don't remember anyone by the name of Rosemary C. King...but it's quite possible that during my lifespan, I had somehow made a positive impact on someone named Rosemary C. King.

An impact strong enough that she should remember me and reach out to me in her time of need.

I felt so honored!

This poor woman of only 59 years is dying of cancer!

And she wants ME to handle donating her millions to charity because she doesn't want her family to stop her from her DYING wish.

Oh bestill my heart! I could hardly contain my emotions. 

Rosemary C. King also said that because of my generosity, I can keep for myself 35% of her fund!

35% I would be willing to share with anyone willing to help me help Rosemary C. King.

Just post your checking account number along with your routing number and I'll make sure to deposit a portion of my 35% into your account.

Don't worry, this is all on the up & up. 

I promise!

Oh-it might not be a bad idea to also let me know your social security number too because that way I can be confident I deposit the money into the proper account.

Please accept my deepest & sincerest thanks because Rosemary C. King desperately needs our help in her hour of need.

*For those of you who do not know me well-this is written with the utmost sarcasm :-)

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Tea Party

No, not the party where cucumber mint sandwiches are served.
Do people even have tea parties anymore?
I've never been invited to one.


No this is about the political tea party.


The way I see it.........


Words used to describe the party you are affiliated with:


Republican Party-I am a Republican
Democrat Party-I am a Democrat
Libertarian Party-I am a Liberal
Independence Party-I am an Independent


Boston Tea Party-I am a TEABAGGER


Of all the words we have in the English language, this particular party gets this word.
This is just sad



For those who may not know the definition of "Teabagger" 
(a word that's been around a lot longer than this party)


*To tea bag is a slang term for the act of a man placing his scrotum in the mouth of a sexual partner. The practice resembles dipping a tea bag into a cup of tea when it is done in a repeated in-and-out motion. 

Why we complain

For the most part, our society is made up of complainers.

We complain about our weight.

We complain about tax increases.

We complain about the neighbor's barking dog or their loud music.

We complain about the Government.

We complain about the weather.

We complain about our car.

We complain about our kids and/or spouses.

We complain about what's put on the table for dinner.

We complain about our finances.

We complain about housework.

We complain about what's on T.V.

We complain about paying bills.

We complain about our jobs.

We complain that we're bored.

We complain that we're too busy.

I think there are people who find it easier to spend their energy complaining rather than doing something about what's grieving them.

They've become accustomed to being the victim, the poor soul who is never given a chance.

After all-it's easier to sit around and whine about things right?

People have become lazy and discontent.

Let's review those complaints again:

We complain about our weight.

If you need to lose weight-eat healthier and work out.

Accept the fact that you will never be 3" taller than you are.

We complain about tax increases.

Write letters, read up, protest or move 

We complain about the neighbor's barking dog or their loud music.

Communicate with your neighbor 

We complain about the Government.

Get involved. Learn all you can. Write letters. Protest. Educate others.

We complain about the weather.

Deal with it-it is what it is

We complain about our car.

All cars break down sometimes. Fix it and maintain it. 

Barter with a friend or neighbor for a repair job. 

We complain about our kids and/or spouses.

Deal with it-we're talking about kids after all.

If you're truly unhappy with your spouse-fix it or leave it.

We complain about what's put on the table for dinner.

Be grateful you have something to eat. 

Better yet thank the person who made it for you!

We complain about our finances.

There will always be bills-another "deal with it"

We complain about housework.

It's your house. How you want to keep it is your own business

Note*

Few people notice a clean house. Everyone will notice a filthy house.

A cluttered house is not the same as a filthy dirty house.

We complain about what's on T.V.

At least you have a T.V. 

If that's no consolation, turn it off and read a book or talk to the person next to you.

We complain about paying bills.

That means you have electricity, heat, food & water

We complain about our jobs.

You have a job. Make the best of it or quit.

We complain that we're bored.

There's ALWAYS something to do.

We complain that we're too busy.

Hand some of that work to over to the bored person!

That's the way I see it!