Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie

Good to the last bite

As I was taking photos of my slice of pie, the thought crossed my mind that if I botched these pictures, I'd have to set up and do it again.  Wouldn't that be a shame?  Alas, the first set of photos were fine.  I'll have to come up with a different excuse to cut another slice.

I've had this recipe for ages, and followed it faithfully... until this time around.  I pulled out the recipe to use up my left over Easter candy ingredients.  I had purchased an extra block of cream cheese by mistake.  It's not something I use on a regular basis.  What was I going to do with that?  I also had a handful of peanuts and a bit of cream to use up, and there's always chocolate chips and peanut butter on hand. 

As I read through the recipe I realized I had enough cream for the ganache, but not enough to whip for the peanut butter layer.  The whole purpose of making the pie was to use up what I had on hand, not go out and buy more.  So I beat in some plain Greek yogurt (maybe a half cup or so) to lighten it up a bit.  It's much denser than the original recipe, but still delicious.  In fact, I liked how it turned out so much, I may try this substitution again.

NEFFA 2013

I got a kick out of the Everything Else signs

I have survived another year of the New England Folk Festival! (...although my knee and ankle weren't too sure about that.)  It's a weekend of dancing, music, crafts, meeting new people and catching up with folks I haven't seen since the last festival.  I spent lots of time contra dancing, brushing up on my English dancing, taking in the artwork and the people and even learned a bit about native American flutes.

For me, the festivities begin on Thursday night, when I volunteer for setup.  Years ago, when I first volunteered for this, I managed to cut my hand within five minutes.  It was bad enough that I needed it cleaned out and a band-aid.  Harold dug out the first aid kit and patched me up.  I learned my lesson, and have always brought work gloves to NEFFA setup.

So this year, we start setting up tables and on the second table I grabbed I manged to snag my thumb on a rough patch of wood.  As I'm examining my thumb for a splinter, Harold, who was standing behind me, plucks my gloves that were hanging out of my back pocket and hands them to me.  Yup.  When it comes to NEFFA set-up, I'm accident prone.

At least I'm not so klutzy the rest of the festival!

Spring Piggies

Ah, springtime (if it ever warms up!).  A time of new beginnings, flowers and piggies in love.  Let's do a photo shoot!

Pinniped is Four

Today we celebrate Pinniped's fourth birthday.  By my reckoning, that's a major milestone in a guinea pig's life.  She's no longer a hot-shot young adult, but now a mellow middle-aged sow.

Pinni did not have an easy third year.  She's had ongoing issues with bladder sludge.  In July she was diagnosed with ovarian cysts that required shots.  Then she lost her pal, Bertie, in December.

But it wasn't all bad:  there were pignics, days outside with grass and sunshine, fun with new toys and lots of good things to eat.  To top it off, she's starting her fourth year with a new friend that she's crazy about.  Sure, Pinni is still tends to be a bully and steals Cannoli's food whenever she can.  But Cannoli doesn't fear her, and I can see that Pinni loves her new friend.  I've seen them snuggled together in the same cuddle cup - something that I've never witnessed Pinni do with any other pig.

So we hope to keep the cysts and sludge under control and wish Pinni lots of happiness with her new friend.  Here's to another year with my squeezable pig.  Happy Birthday, Pinn!

Silkscreened Sweatshirt

This isn't my handiwork, but I still wanted to share.  My sister occasionally designs silkscreen prints.  Our last several family T-shirts have been her design, and I love our yin/yang fishes apron.  When my sister reveled this year's design, I decided it was time for a new sweatshirt.  I picked a light blue shirt and this is the result.  She said my color combination was the best of the bunch.  Pretty cool, eh?

Cannoli's Progress

Blogging has changed how I observe my guinea pigs.  I hadn't started writing when I adopted Bertie and Pinniped; I recall that they were skittish for a while, then suddenly settled in.  This time around, however, I'm noticing the little changes in Cannoli from week to week.  I think it's because I've conditioned myself to pick up on anything worth writing about.  So I'm tuned in to the progression of Cannoli's behavior.

It's been a month since Cannoli came home with us from Nevins Farm.  She still runs away when I come in the room and tries not to get picked up.  I realize it could be months before she willingly comes forward to beg for attention or treats.  But there has been lots of progress.  Cannoli got the hang of the new cage within the first day or two.  The upper levels were challenging at first (especially that first leap up), but now she runs up and down them like a pro.  She loves the hammock and I've seen her do a crazy nothing-but-net leap into it from the side.  Swish!

Disappearing Poo

Poo?  What poo?

I love GIMP.  I only use a tiny fraction of it's features, but I've gotten pretty good with clone and healing.  I use it to de-poo so many of my guinea pig photos.  It helps create the illusion that my girls are neat and tidy. 

Right.

I have admitted in prior posts that I alter my cage photos.  This time I happened to save the photo before I wiped out the poo.  Then I had to brush up on GIMP animation in order to create this combo.  Now you see the beans, now you don't!

Teardrop Pigs

Blobby Pinni and Noli

Just seconds before I snapped this photo, Pinniped and Cannoli had both been facing the same direction - a perfect pair of teardrops.  Pinni's shape is not surprising, since she is a very round rodent.  But Cannoli is so often stretched out, it's odd to see her all bunched in the classic guinea pig shape.

We've begun to occasionally call Cannoli Rusty or Squeaky.  She's normally very quiet, unless Pinni steals her food or attempts to oust her from a favorite sleeping spot.  However, Rob discovered that Noli will squeak like a rusty door hinge when he comes home to feed them their afternoon treat.  I wasn't sure if I believed his description, but several days later I experienced the rusty hinge myself.  Sure enough - that's exactly what Cannoli sounded like.  Squeaky-squeaky!