Step two is making the filling which you pour on top of the warm crust then bake for another 25-30 minutes at 300 degrees. You will need theses ingredients:
This is what they look like when finished except sometimes people sample the lemon squares immediately even though they’re burning hot. Someone took a few just as the photographer was setting up this shot. We will he searching for the culprit, but first we’ll taste test the lemon squares.
Grate the lemon skin and add to that:
2 eggs , beaten, 1 cup sugar, 2 tablespoons flour, 1/2 teaspoon baking powder, and 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
Pour that mixture onto the baked crust and bake it at 300 degrees for 25-30 minutes
Lav is pouring the filling onto the baked crust but she has the order a bit mixed up. Who would put this last after you’ve already seen the baked lemon squares?! Don’t ask.
If you can follow this simple recipe that Lav has complicated for you, you deserve a big lemon square.
We have all heard the saying, WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS. Lav can identify with that phrase, because a few days ago her generous neighbor brought her a large basket of organic lemons fresh off the tree. This is what Lav did with a couple of the juicy lemons.
Another popular edition straight from the dishwasher!
We have all heard the saying, WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS. Lav can identify with that phrase, because a few days ago her generous neighbor brought her a large basket of organic lemons fresh off the tree. This is what Lav did with a couple of the juicy lemons.
Another popular edition straight from the dishwasher!
Lemon Squares: Step 1 the crust.
Another crusty thing.
Pat the crust down and bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes
Next pour the filling on top of crust while it’s hot.
Bake at 300 degrees for about 25/30 minutes.
Delicious with or without powdered sugar sprinkled on top.
(Do not add the green leaves from the lemon. And do not eat them. I don’t know why but just listen to Lav, although she puts the pictures of the ingredients last after it’s too late to get started.)
Filling has lemon zest from 1 lemon, two eggs, 1 cup sugar, 2tablespoons flour, 1/2 teaspoon baking powder and 2 tablespoons lemon juice – mix well and pour over crust. This is step 2 but you’d never know it.
I stopped by the Goodwill store to see what was newly old or oddly new. My eyes went straight to a ceramic pig. She was a bank, I think. Anyway, she was purple and she was wearing a little tutu….And..a shiny crown.
I took my remarkable find to the check-out counter where the clerk looked all over my purple pig for a sticker with the price on it. She couldn’t find one. She said the rule is…if there is no price tag, they can’t sell the item until the next day when someone prices it. I know why they do this. People take price tags off things hoping they can get a better deal. That might work at the Church garage sale, but it is a punishable offense at the GW store.
So they said….
I started to write a poem in my head about Empress the purple pig. I got so attatched to her that I actually decided to stop by and visit her after work. I would take a picture of her…yes! That was a great idea! I could show how I saved her from crashing to the floor in some little kid’s room and breaking into smithereens.
On Wednesday, I would buy her. (At this point, I was willing to pay any price..within reason.) I would take Empress home and introduce her to all of my Beasterhops and dolls and show her my crowns. But that didn’t happen.
“We sold her about 15 minutes ago,” a different clerk said.
“What?” I gasped. “Don’t you know the rules around here?” I frightened her, I think, but I had to leave anyway so she wouldn’t see me cry.
I thought it might help if I wrote a different poem about Empress.
Empress
I’m Empress the dancing pig. My agent thought he had me a gig.
But when it never did pan out, my owner kicked my pig can out.
She took me to the GW store…My price tag fell on the floor.
I fear no one will know my worth? My tutu barely fits my girth.
A real strange nice person wanted me. She said her heart was filled with glee!
‘Cause no one knew how much I cost. Another chance for me, was lost.
Couldn’t they just take a guess? Then I could be a great success!!
The stranger said not to worry, for tomorrow she would hurry.
She said, “I’ll come and buy you honey, shine your crown, and give you money to fill your empty hole inside. You’ll wear that purple crown with pride!
She said she’d take me off the shelf and teach me to self- help myself.
Well… that glorious life was not to be. Another person purchased me.
She didn’t give me a chance to show her how this pig can dance.
She took me to a real nice store. Will I stay here for ever more?
She gave me a close inspection. She wanted me for her collection.
It seems I’m worth thousands more, than the price she paid at the Goodwill store.
The above story is true..I found this pig picture on the internet.. Empress was purple. This one goes well with my Francis Plumbing and Heating ceramic commode.
All it takes for a lil’ toddler guy to be happy is racing a few toy trucks, trains and cars, joyfully pushing them around on the hardwood floors at home for hours on end. Gimme, recently changed from “Grammy,” got up and down multiple times today from the floor after being told by my grandson, “Sit, Gimme!”
“Ready go, Gimme!”
“Train”
Being 70ish makes it tough getting up and down but I found scooting around on the hardwood floors is pretty fun and much faster than getting up and down onto the floor each time.
“Peet car, aye plane, tow truck, train!”
They’re all out there and you gotta push them as fast and accurately as possible. If they don’t go straight and they flip over, spin out or crash, you retrieve them until they all are lined up and you’re ready to try again. It’s so simple. That’s the beauty of it. A Toddler’s innocent, joyous love of playing a game and interacting with Gimme,who is all in 100%, is all that matters. What you do is push toy cars, trucks and trains across the shiny floor, back and forth, over and over. It’s not boring to us. The sky’s the limit. We’re retired and free as a bird flying into some last sunsets, but flying just the same with weaker wings into these precious days and great memories. Our Toddler grandson has a clean slate of a life and loves this fresh new world open to any and all possibilities. He knows how to have fun, giggling and chuckling it up over this new game with simple non-rules. His fun is our fun. It’s contagious.
Since we moved into our RV full-time, I try to take Rylie and Nellie on 3 brisk walks a day. I have to walk them one at a time. Kip is having back issues, so I’m the walker in chief.
In addition to the walks, we take them to a nearby field once a day to run free…no leash. It’s only a problem if there’s inclement weather. Let’s just say the rubber boots I got at Walmart 6 weeks ago have really come in handy.
Here are a few pictures I took yesterday. It was a gorgeous afternoon. The Indian Paintbrush wild flowers are in full bloom. We haven’t seen many blue bonnets, yet.
Near downtown Ben WheelerTime for a nap on the porch. We both like this mat best
As we babysit our 20 month old grandson, we are trying to decipher his language. Just today I became “Gimme” adapted from Grammy and Ken has always been Poppa. So he’s Poppa and I am Gimme. His toddler talk is hilarious at times and we often can’t figure out what our grandson is saying let alone know what he means. He’s always friendly so he says, “Hiyo!” for hello. But what does “tied” and “eh ee hopper” and “daddy truck” mean? Then there’s “ride aye plane” and “tips” and “tack”. What is that kid saying? Huh!?
Did you say “trucks”?Don’t even get me started on names for his toy cars, trucks, airplanes and general toys. There are excavators, garbage trucks, tow trucks, police cars, cement trucks, and plows, loaders, and trains and more trains. He loves trains, “choo choo” and they have wheels, BIG wheels. But I wasn’t going to get started on that. Sorry.
A toddler likes to engage you immediately, and Ev is no exception. The minute you walk into a room or arrive home… get ready because the toddler has a story ready and he’s tearing into it, rearing to go and letting the words flow. Except a few words might be left out so you have to fill in the intended meaning here and there and uhhh, everywhere.
Toddler: Hiyo!!! Poppa daddy truck go. Tow truck go uh oh, scuse me, Tulu! (HINT: Tulu is the family’s big dog who is always nearby.)
Translated- Hello! Hey, Poppa, garbage trucks go. Here’s a tow truck. Excuse me, Tulu, may I get by? Police car. Helicopter! There’s a train and another train. Uh oh,Mama is at ukulele lessons. At daycare he told the caregivers about his toy garbage truck which he pronounces “daddy truck” and they kept telling Ev that his daddy did not have a truck. So our daughter explained one day to the daycare ladies that Ev calls garbage trucks “daddy trucks”! He knows his Dada doesn’t own a truck. He calls his father “Dada”. It’s so simple to make others understand. Oh, yeah, right.
And then there are the books, many many -maybe thousands! Part 2: Children’s books
The myriad of books and the toddler story about those will be coming soon. Now I need to rest up and rejuvenate myself for toddler time tomorrow. I’m exhausted after playing trucks all morning with two long walks pushing the red wagon and helping Poppa carry Ev most of the way, and laughing and changing diapers and laughing more at Ev and reading books not to mention cleaning up after him.
Ninny joined us again on the road to Portland but first Ninny was seen here with a big scary friend.
Is that bear following me?
Beautiful Oregon skies above
A dusting of snow on the treetops
We finally made it to Portland after a couple stops. We saw this lovely artwork in Sutherlin at a coffee shop along the way.
Now we will be babysitting for a few days and eating lots of good food at my family’s house and at our hotel, so we better get some sleep because that 20 month old little guy will keep us hopping. Nighters to you all.
Left central California this morning and got to Grants Pass by dinner time, although we don’t have any dinner, yet. And President U. S. Grant was not born here nor is his tomb here but it’s a great town. We did drive over the Siskiyou Pass at about 4000 foot level through wind, snow and sleet. I was driving and my knuckles were white as we went through white fog, too. I finally pulled over and my husband drove. Phew.
Ninny was a trooper driving here.We brought all her stuff. Not sure if we brought more of her things or ours. I have pictures of the drive with snow covered mountains and green fields. We had sunshine, rain, snow, sleet and wind. Variety is the spice of life, but do they mean that with regard to the weather?
Driving north on I-5
Our stuff and Ninny’s-
We left sunny California for this. Drove halfway today and we shall see what tomorrow brings as we head north to Portland. Road trips are fun. Ninny seems to have settled in at our motel. Oops. Ninny needs to eat dinner so gotta go. I wonder what they have to offer in the lobby’s vending machine?
They grow rice in California here and store it in those large containers. Night night.
Those 70ish Girls 