By Sheri Hopkins
Hello everyone!! February is gone and we are on to March, with the spring-forward time change on the 8th—my favorite time. I don’t need an extra hour of sleep.
I don’t know if I told y’all, but I went to the doctor and found out I have Achilles tendonitis, and it has had me in so much pain. I’ve taken meds, worn an ankle brace, and even got an insert for my shoe. The weird thing about it is sometimes it’s bad, and sometimes it doesn’t hurt at all. I told y’all all that to say this: if you see me standing on one foot like a flamingo bird, it’s because my foot is hurting and I’m trying to give it a break from all the weight it has to carry around. I always have something going on, but I’m happy as a lark and having the time of my life.
I’m forever losing things, misplacing them, or putting them up “so I’ll know where they are”—and then never remembering where that place is. Jacob, Loren, and I were eating at the Blue Ember BBQ place, and I always get the turkey. If you haven’t tried it, you need to—it is delicious. I got the turkey, Texas toast, and a baked potato. We go sit down, and I only have half a piece of toast. Loren says, “I seen him give you both pieces.” I had seen it too. I retraced my steps to see if I dropped it somewhere—no toast to be found. We get up to leave, and I look down and my toast is under the table. How in the world did my Texas toast get under the table? Your guess is as good as mine. I cooked a pork roast and went to get it out of the garage fridge the next day for leftovers, and it was gone. Couldn’t find it anywhere. That garage fridge is like the Bermuda Triangle—things disappear from there. I’ve had cream cheese come up missing, my pork roast vanished… it seems like everything that gets put in there gets lost. A day in the life of a crazy widow woman.
Speaking of widow women, a lady once said, “All I want out of life is the love of a good man.” Honey, all I want is a glazed donut. I did see an ad in a newspaper where a man was looking for a wife. He liked country living, camping, hiking, and fishing. Let me tell y’all—he lost this plus-size girl at hiking. No can do. I’ll just take a glazed donut. Y’all have a great week and enjoy the warmer temps. You can make this quick, easy bread for St. Patrick’s Day.
Pistachio Bread Ingredients 1 yellow cake mix 2 boxes (3.4 oz each) instant pistachio pudding mix 3 large eggs ¼ cup vegetable oil 1 cup sour cream ⅛ cup (or 1 ounce) carbonated water or regular water Icing 2 cups powdered sugar ¼ cup milk ½ teaspoon almond extract Directions Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line two loaf pans with parchment paper (I use so much of this I buy the double pack at Sam’s). In a large bowl, combine the cake mix, pudding mix (dry), eggs, oil, water, and sour cream until blended. Pour the batter into the loaf pans. Bake for 45–50 minutes or until a toothpick inserted comes out clean. Allow the loaves to cool for about 10 minutes, then lift out and let cool another 30 minutes. Whisk the icing together and drizzle over the top of the breads. Enjoy—it’s a pretty green color!
