Best Press - Starch

Many of you have been asking for the recipe for Best Press which is a starch for fabric.

Even if you're not a quilter you will love this to use on clothing or any fabric items that needs pressing.

This is the recipe "like" Best Press starch.

Mix together:
1 tsp scented essential oil (found in Walmart candle supplies aisle and they have lots of scents) Note: scent is optional if allergic to scents.
3 oz. vodka (YES vodka) LOL
Then add to 24oz distilled water in large spray bottle and shake well.
(Hint: Vodka is made from potatoes , a natural starch.)
..
Add one drop of food color per gallon (optional)
With all the ingredients it was under $15 to make 2 gallons and one small bottle of Best Press costs you that much! I love saving money with quilting :)

My Place and Times Etsy shop has started.

We've only just begun - but I have had my first sale and I am so excited.  Please check out my Etsy Shop.  There are items from my stash I will be unloading from notions, books, patterns, fabric and more. Quilts. Already made totes, zippy pouches and more.  Hand crafted items.  Hand knitted items, and more.  ALL handmade items ae MADE IN THE USA.

I will be updating as much as soon as possible.

I've also set up a facebook page which those I am friends with on FB should have received and invite.

Thanks in advance.

Stacey

Shop Now - My Place and Times - Etsy

Hi all

It has literally been months since my last post.  It's been crazy here.  I want to start by asking if everyone can PLEASE vote over the next week (6 days actually).  Stacy Nash West from Buttermilk Basin , in my opinion , deserves all the votes we can provide her.  She is very giving to all of us and was nominated and now is a finalist for Martha Steward Made In America.  If you can please click the following link and vote up to 6 times per day..

Vote Here

So I'm going to sum up life over the last 3 months.

August was busy moving Austin to a new apartment.  We moved him to an apartment complex that Justin (our older son) and his friend Quinn lived in for a few years about 4 years ago in Raleigh.  He started his junior year at college.  (Time needs to slow down).  We almost lost our other dog Piper - she had and although better still has pancreatitits.  After a week at the Animal Specialty Hospital she's doing great.  We've only had one more flair up since which was last week and we were able to nip it without hospitalization.

September was busy with way too many doctor appointments for me but good results.  As most of you know I was diagnosed almost a year ago with Polymyalgia Rheumatica.  I chose to go off steroids in July.  Apparently when doing so my body got very angry with me.  This was the result.

I think it was a flair up of what I had as a child that was also an auto immune disease.  It is much better and is now only a tiny bit on my right leg.   

The cardiologist allowed me to stop taking aspirin because as a child I was told that is what triggered the issues then and although the Polymyalgia is not gone is more manageable. 

I swore I wouldn't post issues but thought it important to that you all know why I haven't posted.  

Now onto happier things........................

Justin and Rachel are working on their wedding which will be here before we know it. 

Austin and Mia are both in school and doing well. 

We decided Keith needs to find a hobby other than growings pumpkins.....................

I planted pumpkin seeds in June.........all was going well and I explained we needed to keep hay under the pumpkins so the grass didn't choke out the vine ...........

as time went on we ended up here.............

then here.................(notice it was moving forward with nothing behind)

then Keith discovered part of the problem is there was a shortage of bees to polinate this year. 

So he decided to do some research and learned there are male and female plants.  The males are just a stem under the flower and the females have nodules.  

Well, "bless his little heart" ...........he decided because the "bees couldn't do it" he decided to try and hand polinate.  So as I looked on..............Keith removed a male flower from the vine and took it over to the female plant.  He took the male flower and turned it upside down onto the top of the female flower.  I went inside and as I turned to see if Keith was following behind I watched as the female flower just bent over and died.  She apparently did not like the manual polination performed by Keith..  Sorry honey, but it was a priceless moment.  

Well then Keith found out that part of the problem was that there were centepedes.  aka rolly pollys  - because of the late cool weather........we didn't have any June bugs.  As much as we hate those beetles they eat grub.  Well, after more research we found that coffee grinds would kill the grubs.  I just want to throw in at this point a pumpkin - huge pumpkin is maybe $25?????????? But nope we weren't 

giving up.  So next , yup,, "Stace.....when you go to Starbucks tomorrow can you get coffee grinds?"  me............"Are you kidding?".......Keith :  "no they do it all the time"  so, yup off to Starbucks the next day......get to speaker...order drink.....drive up to window.........."Hi, sorry to ask but my husband wants to know if I can get your used coffee grinds for his pumpkin plants"........Barista "oh, people do it all the time but we gave away the ones today if you can come back tomorrow around noon we'll hold them"  so, ok, that went better than expected.  Well the next day I go back to get grinds, back to speaker, order drink....up to window "hi, I spoke to a girl yesterday and she said y'all would hold the coffee grinds for me"  the guy said - "yup, we have them, but you'll have to come inside. "  I said really?  why is that?  he said because they weigh about 30 lbs.  I think the look on my face was priceless.  So in I went and got the grinds and brought them home.  It doesn't stop there..........on the way home I called Keith to give him the good news about the grinds.  He asked if I would spread them on what was left of the pumpkin vine.  I said "No, the bag weighs 30 lbs.  I can't lift it"  He said "Well take a cup at a time out of the car" - I said "uh noooooooooooooooo"  Well he came home and diligently put grinds on the plants every night but we are now mourning the lost of the Pumpkin Plant.  The ladies I stitch with on Thursdays suggested changing out pumpkins weekly until it appeared to have grown.  Good idea but would have been hard to get by Keith. 

Other than that Keith just celebrated his birthday camping with the Justin and Rachel.........

and as I posted on Facebook......

they might look like they were homeless but nope they were just camping.............

well tata for now I hope to post more often.............

I'll try to post a recipe or two for the season before the end of the week. 

HUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stacey

Disclaimer - I had 1000000 interruptions when writing this so if there's something that doesn't make sense or typo - so sorry!  lol

UPS Delivery.......................

Yesterday I went outside to the UPS man arriving with a delivery.  Now as most of you know I tend to shop (Yeah I know that's saying it mild- LOL).  Well he comes out with two boxes.  Medium in size one a little larger than the other and hands them to me with "They're a bit heavy" well before I could say a word he was in his truck and gone and I was carefully moving quickly to the door in hopes not to drop them.  I remembered that my friend Marilyn was sending some pottery.  Needless to say it was NOT a little heavy.  In the box were 4 pieces.  Three made it without a scratch one was crushed. So not bad.  The pottery is from Lancaster, PA - Eldreth Pottery

These are the three pieces.................................

The one above and the one below I would guess to be at least 18" tall.  

The one below is about 6"- 8" tall. 

  

Absolutely beautiful. 

Thank you so much for passing on these beautiful treasures

i'm Back ...................

Well it's been a while but life has been non stop- some good so not so good.

So let's see it's been Since the middle of June since I last blogged.  Wow!!!!

Rachel and Justin left for Europe the 17th of June for a vacation / Wedding in Austria. for 3 weeks...
before they left we had a birthday (mine was the 22nd) and father's day dinner at a Mediterranean Restaurant in Cary.  The kids surprised me with this really cute pincushion that Rachel made -

SOOOOOO Stinkin' cute!!! Thanks Rachel. Love it.  

(and Justin too- he said he bagged and put tissue in - wink wink)

Rachel's mom kept the grand dog Holly until Thursday afternoon for me (thank you) who stayed with us for 2 1/2 weeks.  She's a trip.  Total Marmaduke!!!  

She seemed to think my side of the bed was hers.  I can't imagine why....Keith fell asleep rubbing her nose.........

She had some time with Mia's puppy Anabelle and they played really nice.

Her and Piper had a bit of a scuffle and we ended up back and the doggie ER.  I forgot to mention in the beginning we sadly had to put our Dog of 14 years to sleep the Saturday after Rachel and Justin left.  Holly actually took it worse than Piper.  Holly spent the night after waking me up and looking outside and inside for Crystal.  Once she knew she was gone............She decided she was the head of the house.  LOL

Such an angel.  wink wink - she is a trip 

 one night early in the morning she cried next to the bed like she had to go out and I got out of bed to do so.  However, as soon as my feet hit the ground she climbed i the bed and took my spot on the bed.  Head on pillow and all.  I woke Keith up and said you either move her or I'm go to sleep on the couch.  LOL........he moved her but it wasn't easy.  She puts the breaks on with her paws.

We got Keith a smoker for father's day to make homemade pastrami.  Justin and Rachel got him gloves to go with it so he doesn't burn himself.  We started the brine process.  Stay tuned. 

Monday the 22nd of June was my birthday and the celebrations started on the Thursday before.  The ladies I stitch with at Lonestar had a cake - my friends Sue and Jan bought me a beautiful plant 

Sorry couldn't get a great pic you can see the yellow bud in top left corner.  

Nancy Yando made me this beautiful Needlepoint Pillow

Rachel's parents gave me this adorable car with an Amazon Gift Card you all 

know that won't go to waste

My sister Randi sent me this cute card with a beautiful dragon fly pin from her 

trip to San Jose New Mexico.....

On my actual Birthday- I had lunch with my friend Suzanne who gave me this book, awesome tervis cup, tinkerbell and zippy bag............

after lunch I went off to Maj Jong and Pat had a cake and these beautiful flowers or me - 

and another maj jong / stitching buddy Donna gave me this lovely scented candle. 

Keith had a balloon and cash for my trip to "The Gathering"

Marilyn surprised me in the mailbox with a beautful cross stitch Friendship framed, a starbuck's gift card, and this really cool cross stitch clipboard and project holder from Canada.  The clip holds your pattern and the top slides off to hold your hoop, threads and linen you are working on.  

my sweet baby girl Syd made me this really cute bunny pin cushion

A really cute card from my friend Bonnie....

A card and gift from my mother in law to also help fund the trip to Wisconsin..........(wink wink)

My friend Sharon gave me some great fabrics I didn't have (which is totally amazing if you've ever seen my stash).  She brought them all the way back from her trip to Country Sampler in Wisconsin. 

Thanks to all for the Birthday Day gifts and wishes.  Each and everyone were equally special to me. 

Not necessarily in chronological order.......................

I started working on my Prim Society 2015 cross stitch 

I got an avocado pit to grow - the roots make it look like  a jelly fish.  The directions I found says the top has to grow to 6" before I can plant it. 

I am working on 2 Graduation Quilts

I have 2 "I owe you" quilts to do

and an endless list of unfinished projects.  I will post as I get them done. 

I've been doing a little traveling.  I left July 9 - 12 for the weekend to the Gathering in Mensasha, WI.

I go every 6 months to meet up with some great ladies  This time Syd met me there.  I picked her up on Friday.  We went to the house dropped her luggage, and went right to Primitive Gatherings. 

The place looks small but however it's endless.  We had no problem closing the shop without even going upstairs to the part of the shop. 

The temperatures were in the 80's during the day with NO humidity and 60's at night. 

These were the fabrics Syd picked for one of the classes we are taking in Hershey, PA

and this is the second set. 

When we got back Syd repacked her bag of treasures. 

Terri made some amazing food.............

and we all enjoyed it. 

Syd outside the shop. 

Before we left Syd made this cute little card holder for Terri

the fabric is all recipes. 

 

Terri was so touched. 

Now back home and getting ready for my trip to Hershey.  

Leaving Tuesday for Williamsburg staying overnight - grabbing Syd and making our trek to Hershey for 2 mystery classes, a class with Mimi Dietrich and a tea/trunk show with Jo Morton. 

Oh and my computer took a crap!!! 

So ................once I get back from Pa. I should have my

 computer back and hope to get more on track with blogging. 

Best wishes to Savannah Fonvielle - I can't believe it's almost a year since your miracle.   

 Now you're going off to App State.  You are truly an amazing young lady! 

Love and Best wishes from us all. 

And the winner is...

Laura DiEgidio  was picked by Austin I will do another one next month stay tuned

Tic Toc Tic Toc....................

I have so much to post but I wanted to make this a separate post so it didn't get missed.

You have until Midnight tonight to enter to win the $10 amazon card.  I am trying to see how many people are following so I posted a while back that in  order to qualify you needed to "JOIN" this site.  I know some of you receive an email that there's a new post but that doesn't make you a "member" .

In the top right corner it will say "Join".  Click there and it will take you to another table that gives you an option of whether you want to join via Google, Yahoo, Hotmail, etc...............

Right now it is only showing:

Cheryl, Syd, Sarah, Rachel and me

I am going to have Keith draw a name in the morning so you have until midnight to join.

Keep out of the heat.  It's going to be a scorcher this week in NC

Stacey

If you love quilts- or know a quilter or are a quilter you'll love this....................

This is a speech given at a conference on quilting (Quilt Canada 2010) by Allan Fradsham, a criminal court judge in Calgary, Alberta, where the conference was held. [Quilter's husband] Please take time to read it I defy you to let me know if didn't make you smile, let alone make you giggle. "A speech on quilting: "When, some years ago, Gloria told me that she was going to build upon her years of sewing experience, and take up "quilting", I thought she was telling me that she was going to take up a new hobby or a new craft.  I was completely oblivious to the fact that what she was really announcing was that she was taking up membership in a tightly knit (if you'll pardon the expression) group of individuals whose loyalty to one another makes motorcycle gang members seem uncommitted, and whose passion for quilting activities makes members of cults look positively disinterested.  As is the case with many spouses, I was completely unaware that there existed this parallel universe called quilting.  However, to be completely unaware of a world-wide sub-culture operating right under our noses and in our homes is a bit obtuse even for husbands.  But there it is, and here you are.  And, most oddly, here I am.  You might wonder how all this came to pass; I know I certainly do. I cannot now identify what was the first clue I detected indicating that Gloria had entered the fabric world equivalent of Harry Potter's Hogwarts.  It might have been the appearance of the fabric.  Bundles of fabric, mounds of fabric, piles of fabric, towering stacks of fabric.  Fabric on bolts, and stacks of small squares of fabric tied up in pretty ribbons (I later learned these were "fat quarters" which to this day sounds to me like a term out of Robin Hood).  The stuff just kept coming into the house as thought it were endless waves crashing onto a beach. And then, just like the waves, the most amazing thing happened: it would simply disappear.  It was as though the walls of the house simply absorbed it.  Metres and metres (or as men of my generation would say, yards and yards) of fabric would come into the house.  It would arrive in Gloria's arms when she returned from a shopping excursion.  It would arrive in the post stuffed in postal packs so full that they were only kept together by packing tape (these overstuffed Priority Packs are the equivalent of me trying to fit into pants I wore in law school).  These packages would arrive having been shipped from unheard of towns and villages in far away provinces or states or overseas countries (I am convinced the internet's primary activity is not to be found in pornography; that is just a ruse, the internet's real function is to facilitate the trafficking and distribution of fabric).  Wherever we went, be it in Canada, the U.S., Europe, wherever there was a collection of more than three houses, Gloria would find a quilt shop from which she would pluck some prize from some bin with the enthusiasm and unerring eye of an archaeologist finding a new species of dinosaur. And of course, the reason that there are quilt shops everywhere is because there are quilters everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE.  A few years ago, Gloria had been visiting her sister-in-law in Kelowna.  While there, she found and purchased a Featherweight sewing machine.  I understand that making such a find is a matter of such joy that it may eventually attract government taxation.  When it came time to fly back to Calgary, Gloria worried about what the people at airport security would have to say when she tried to take the machine onto the plane.  She need not have been concerned.  Now, airport security takes pride in preventing me from carrying onto a plane a small squirt of toothpaste left in a rolled up toothpaste tube if the tube in which it is lodged did at some point in the distant past, contain a prohibited amount of toothpaste.  My spot of toothpaste is a national security threat.  However, when it came time for Gloria to go through security with the Featherweight, which is made of metal and has needles in secret compartments, airport security came to a standstill.  Why?  Were they about to confiscate the machine, and detain the person who dared to try to board with it?  Of course not.  They gathered around it in awe and admiration, asking Gloria questions about where she had found it, and expressing admiration for her good fortune in finding it.  And why did Gloria get such warm treatment when I am shunned for trying to maintain some degree of oral hygiene?  Well, the answer is obvious; the assembled airport security staff were all quilters, complete with the secret handshake. Maybe I should have twigged to what was happening when the washing of all this fabric led to having to replace our washing machine, which was clearly not designed for such industrial use.  Now, let me pause here.  I understand that there is an intense debate within your world about whether or not fabrics should be washed upon purchase.  I do not wish to be caught in any cross-fire between the two camps, for all I know, as an outsider, I may not be authorized to even know of the controversy.  I do suspect that if men were making the decision, quilting would involve  lot less fabric washing and a lot more beer drinking.  I did eventually discover where all the fabric went.  It went into drawers, cupboards, shelves, and, eventually it completely filled up a closet, which took up one full wall in Gloria's newly built "sewing room".  What we now call Gloria's "sewing room", we used to call "the basement". I have discovered that one of the art forms mastered by quilters is the ability to purchase container loads of fabric, conceal it in the house, and camouflage the purchase so that it slips right under the nose of the unsuspecting spouse.  As a loving and obedient spouse, I have on many occasions found myself in quilt stores where I serve two useful functions: I can reach bolts of fabric stored on top shelves; and I can carry numerous bolts of fabric to a cutting table.  However, I have also started to listen to what is said in quilting stores, and one day, in a little quilting shop in the heart of Alberta farming country, I heard something that made it clear to me that quilters are so clever and, dare I say, devious, that there is really no sport for them in fooling we naive husbands.  Gloria had decided to buy some fabric (which is similar to saying that Gloria had decided to breathe), and had gone to the till to pay for it.  Upon running through Gloria's charge card, the clerk quietly said, "Now, when you get your credit card statement, don't be alarmed when you see an entry for our local feed store.  We run our charges under that name so that if a husband looks at the credit card statements, he will think that the entry is just something he bought at the feed store for the farm".  That sort of financial shell game would make Goldman Sachs proud.  I knew at that moment that there had been a major and probably irrevocable shift in the world's power structure.  I concede it is basically over for the non-quilting husband.  As you have been told, I sit as a criminal law judge, and as such I often find myself sitting on drug trials, or  issuing search warrants in relation to drug investigations.  I must say that the more I learned about the quilting world, the more I started to see similarities between that world and the drug world.  It has caused me some concern. We all interpret events from our own perspectives using the lessons we have learned through life.  When I saw the extent to which Gloria's collection of fabric was growing, I began to worry.  In the law relating to drugs, the amount of a drug one has in one's possession is an important factor in determining the purpose for which the person has the drug.  For example, if a person is in possession of crack cocaine (to use a drug with an addictive power equivalent to fabric), one look at the amount of crack the person possessed.  If the amount exceeds the amount one would realistically possess for personal use, then one may reasonably draw the inference that the purpose of the possession is not personal use, but, rather, it is for the purpose of trafficking the drug.  So, you can imagine what I thought when I saw Gloria's collection of fabric grow to a point where she readily admitted that she could never use all that fabric in several lifetimes.  I reluctantly concluded that I was married to a very high-level fabric trafficker.  Mind you, in order to qualify as a trafficker, one does have to part with fabric, and I see very little evidence of that happening.  In fact, the more I thought about the parallels between the quilting culture and the drug culture, the clearer the similarities became.  Consider the jargon.  I have learned that this vast collection of fabric, which is stored in our house, is a "stash".  Well, drug dealers speak of their "stash" of drugs.  Gloria speaks of doing "piece" work.  In the drug world there are often people who bring together the crack cocaine dealer and the buyer; think of a real estate agent, but not as well dressed, through perhaps somewhat less annoying.  Those people speak of breaking off a "piece" of crack as payment for bringing the parties together.  Sounds to me like a type of "piece work".  Those who transport drugs are often called "mules"; I have frequently heard Gloria refer to me as her mule when I am in a quilt store carrying stacks of fabric bolts (or did she says I was stubborn as a mule?).  Well, it was something about mules.  And I should think that this whole conference is a testimony to the addictive qualities of quilting. In my role as a Sherpa, I have accompanied Gloria on various quilting expeditions, and I have been impressed by many things.  One is, as I have mentioned, that no matter where one goes, there will be a quilt store.  The proliferation of quilt shops makes Starbucks outlets seem scarce.  One day Gloria led me into a hardware store, which seemed odd to me, that is until I discovered that, as I walked towards the back of the store, the store had become a quilt shop.  The metamorphosis was extraordinary, and very crafty (if you will pardon the pun).  At that moment, I knew how Alice felt as she followed that rabbit down the rabbit hole.  Suddenly, one was in a different universe.   Another thing I have learned is that the operators of quilt shops have great business acumen.  In one of Gloria's favourite shops, upon entry I am greeted by name and offered a cup of coffee.  If the grandson is with us, he is allowed to choose a book to take home.  It is all so friendly that I don't even notice that I cannot see over the growing pile of fabric bolts which fill my arms.  I wish that my doctor did such a good job of distracting me when it is time to do a prostate exam.  I have learned that quilting is both international in scope and generous in spirit.  I have learned that quilters are quick to assist those in need, and that they have always been prepared to stand up for what is right.  For example, I think of Civil War quilts, which often conveyed messages about the Underground railway for slaves escaping to Canada.  I think of the One Million Pillowcase Challenge, and the Quilts of Valour project.  At one point, I thought of suggesting the creation of an organization akin to "Doctors Without Borders", but decided that an organization called "Quilts Without Borders" would indeed be illogical.  And of course, there are the resultant quilts.  We have quilts throughout the house.  They adorn beds, chesterfields, the backs of chairs.  They are stacked on shelves, they are stored in drawers, they are shoved under beds, they are hung on walls.  There is even one on the ceiling of the sunroom.  They compete for any space not taken up with the fabric, which will eventually result in more quilts.  I live in a cornucopia, which disgorges quilts instead of produce.  I have decided that quilts are the zucchini of crafts.  But who can complain?  Quilt seriously, each one is a work of art, and an instant family treasure.  While family members and friends are delighted to receive them, I churlishly begrudge seeing them go out the door. Though I tease Gloria about the all-consuming nature of her obsession, I am constantly amazed at the skill necessary to create those works of art.  I stand in awe as I watch her do the mathematics necessary to give effect to (or correct) a pattern.  When she quilts, she combines the skill of an engineer, a draughtsman, a seamstress, and an artist.  Her sewing machines require her to have, as she does, advanced computer and mechanical skills.  She knows her sewing machines as well as any Hell's Angel knows his Harley.  She uses measuring and cutting tools and grids, which would challenge the talents of the best land surveyors. In short, I am very proud of what Gloria does, as each of you should be proud of your own skills and creations.  They are impressive and very evident at this Conference.  On behalf of those of us who wouldn't know a binding from a batting, I simply ask that when you finally and formally announce that have already taken over the world that you find some simple tasks for us to do to justify our existence.  You might call those tasks... the QUILT PRO QUO. Gloria and I very much appreciate your warm hospitality this evening. In closing, the hotel management has asked me to remind you that those found cutting up the table cloths for quilting fabric will have their rotary cutters confiscated and forfeited to the Crown." Allan Fradsham

Summer is arriving full blast in NC - Happy Monday

Good Morning all- I am trying to keep my blogging to at least once a week.  So here I sit, on this Monday morning listening to the annual Woodpecker Peck at our chimney.  Now are these birds supposed to be that dumb?  Ummmmmmmmmmmmm- "Wood"pecker........not "chimney"pecker.
So it creates this sound like a jack hammer is on the house.  Maybe I should "bless his little heart" and realize his Mama pecked his head by accident when he was a baby.

Speaking of birds. The baby birds are still sitting in there little red house outside my door.

Sydney my niece who reads the blog saw I posted about her seeing the bird in the bathroom and sent me this..........................

Then there was the bird feeder my husband concreted into the ground and NO birds want to eat at it....

Not sure what they're not liking - maybe it's too fancy?  LOL

Before I move on - Apparently there's still some confusion about the Amazon Gift card giveaway.  

So I'm going to do my best to clarify. 

If you are automatically receiving emails regarding the blog that is just a thing I can do for up to 10 people to make it easy for those I listed to help.  However, you are "not" a member.  To join the site you need to go to 

on top right in blue there's a button that says "join this site" - it is not crucial to do this to receive notifications on the site - there's another location to follow by email, add to circle, etc... however, I'm curious how many people are following and so I wanted to get whomever is following to join  That "should" allow you to receive notifications when I post and would give me the answer I'm looking for.  I hope that helps.  So, if you "join" by June 15, 2015 by midnight - you will go into the drawing for the amazon card.  

THANKS

Now moving on- Here's a very yummy recipe you can make from the Ricotta cheese recipe I posted last week (or store bought)........

Lemon Blueberry Ricotta Pound Cake

Prep time: 20 minutes

Cook time: 1 hour 5 minutes

Ingredients:

• 1 3/4 tsp all purpose flour
• 2 tsp baking powder
• 1/2 tsp salt
• 3/4 c (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter
• 1 c. (8 oz) ricotta cheese
• 1 1/2 c sugar
• 3 large eggs
• 1 tsp vanilla extract
• 1 tsp lemon zest
• 1 cup blueberries (you can use blackberries or strawberries as well)

1.  Preheat oven to 325.  Prepare a 9 x 5 inch loaf pan, smearing the inside with butter

     I have done them in muffin tins and square glass dish as well, you need to just make sure you 

     to see if they're done much sooner.  

2.  In a medium size bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder and salt. 

3.  Use and electric mix (you can do by hand but the results will be better with mixer) to beat 

     together the butter, ricotta and sugar on high speed for 3 minutes until pale and fluffy.  Add

     the eggs one at a time, mixing one minute on medium speed between each egg.  

4.  Mix in the lemon zest and vanilla extract.  Don't worry if the batter looks a little curdled at this 

     point.  It isn't curdled, it is supposed to look that way.  

5.  Remove the bowl from the mixer and stir in the dry ingredients in 3 or 4 additions, until just 

     incorporated.  Do not over mix.  Stir in the blueberries. 

6.  Pour batter into the prepared pan(s) soothing out the top with a rubber spatula.  Place on a baking 

    sheet on the middle oven rack of the oven.  (this will help moderate the temperature a the bottom         of the pan) Bake for 65 - to 75 minutes or ntil toothpick comes out clean.  REMEMBER if you           don't use the loaf pan it will be done much sooner.  For the last 10 minutes if not done and                   browning a lot you can place a piece of aluminum foil lightly over the top to keep from browning       too much.  

7.  Remove from oven and let cool or 15 minutes in the pan.   then run a dull knife around the edge of

     to make sure its separated from the pan.  Gently remove the cake from the pan and let cool 

     completely on a wire rack.  Let cook completely before slicing. 

IT'S AMAZING!!!!

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I want to send a quick Congrats to 

Miles Jones for his graduation from Fuquay High School

Savannah Fonvielle for her Graduation from Holly Spring High School and acceptance to App State

and to my soon to be daughter in law - 

Rachel Meinel for completing her run Saturday. 

Justin caught some cute pics before the event- 

nutrition before the run

Tunes - Set

Ok, ok...."I'm ready! - Let's go!"

Proud and Happy- 

Proud Fiance - Justin posted on Facebook

Justin Larson 2:34!!!!!!

Way to go Rachel

Justin is getting ready to participate in a triathalon this Saturday in Greensboro.  Keith and I are heading out Friday night to see him complete his even on Saturday.  

Have a great day

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