Good Stauffer Session
Good progress on the PT session. It’s great not to feel each step I take in the buttocks. Mike knows his stuff.
I can tell you that Dennis’ belt buckles are secure and will no longer tumble from their shelves when the cabinet door is opened. The tightened ribbon across each row is holding them secure. Whew! By the Grace of God we have kept the large pane of glass in the cabinet’s door safe.
The Nativity set is sitting proud on the shelf that Dennis and I managed to put up yesterday. On a trip to Mankato we will pick up a length of oak so the three shelves will match. I do have ideas for adding some background for the set. I think having it done on the spur of the moment . . . I am very pleased that it can be enjoyed and it is on a sturdy shelf.
We are planning on there being 8 of us for Christmas. Both Dennis and I agree that we are open to whatever may come down the pike in regards to health issues or weather issues. No one needs to be in harms way for an event of one afternoon. With that understanding I just had to try to make some Divinity today. I do recall a time decades ago, I was going to whip up a batch and ended up burning up my small hand-held mixer. Since then I have been given a gently used Kitchen-Aid, it was time to see if I could pull off a batch of Divinity. I read many recipes and decided on the Betty Crocker. That cookbook has been a mainstay for me since my sister Elvera gave it to me in 1962. It looks its age but like many of us, we wear out age well.
It took me a time to rummage into my basement pantry. Out came my mom Lena’s collection of cooking thermometers. When my boiling sugar and syrup mixture reached 260 degrees we had the “hard boil stage!” Some of the nougats are shaped a little better than another, but the hot whipped mixture of sugar, syrup and beaten egg whites and my buttered fingers taking each nougats off one at a time . . . it worked. Cross that off my list of things I wanted to try. Never mind! I have a hiding spot until Christmas. Dennis gets one or maybe two and the rest will disappear where only I know where.
Our little home on Stauffer is in the Christmas spirit. After all . . . where two are gathered . . . that’s all it takes. Catch you all tomorrow.