Celestial Cookies

Each year for Christmas, I like to bake cookies for friends. I saw some cookies that had been made with cookie molds, and thought I'd like to try them out for my cookie gifts this year. I have always been attracted to the clestial theme, and it fits well with my business, sleep disorders. I found celestial cookie molds on ebay. There are 4 designs that I was able to find. I actually tried to make them last year, but my recipie didn't work out! So, I brought the molds with me to Maine and made them in Mom's kitchen. She is a great cook, and I figured that she'd be able to help me figure what went wrong. I made the same recipie, and the problem turned out to be the temperature of the dough. The dough needs to be fairly cold to be pressed into the molds. In Maine, I put the dough outdoors on the step in 20 degree weather, and it worked fine!

I was able to press the chilled dough into the molds, then peel the cookies out of the molds onto the cookie sheet. They are so big that only 6 cookies fit on each sheet. I love how they looked on the sheet. I floured the molds to try to give some definition to the designs. When they are cooked, they rise up a bit, and some of the definition is lost. I thought the next time I make them, I might use dark Karo syrup, instead of the light. I think the darker cookies might show the design better.

Home is where the heart is

Last week, I flew to Maine to visit my parents. My parents have been divorced for many years, Mom is remarried to Paul, and all 3 of my parents are good friends. For that, I consider myself very lucky. We have all been able to spend holidays, birthdays, and vacations together, without the children and grandchildren having to divide time between parents. One of my favorite memories is watching my Mom and Dad looking through pictures of my Dad's high school reunion (Mom was 2 years behind him at the same school) and my stepfather sitting in the same room, reading the paper without a care as Mom and Dad laughed and reminisced.

They both live in Maine. My Dad moved to an assisted living community about 2 years ago, and has been very happy there. It is set up so that all of the residents live in their own homes on a central campus, but they have access to services such as transportation, healthcare, food service, gym, pool, etc, or not, as they desire. My Mom and Paul have lived for the past 20 years in a home in a beautiful but remote setting on the Maine coast. They are out on a peninsula which requires a 40 minute drive to get a gallon of milk or loaf of bread. They have a steeply pitched driveway, which if overshot, would result in a 20 foot drop off a sheer cliff into the ocean.

Mom is an avid gardener, and her garden is also on a steep slope. As they have gotten older, and Paul is now 88, it has become more difficult for them to perform maintenance tasks around the house, and to commute to all of their many activities. So, with great reluctance, they put their house on the market this fall. And it sold!! So, Mom and Paul are moving to a home in the same community where my Dad lives. I was able to help Mom pick out carpeting, flooring, countertops, appliances, paint colors, etc. for the new house on my trip. They are planning to move the week of Christmas, weather permitting. It was hard to say goodbye to the home where many of our family vacations and celebrations had taken place over the years. But, without them in it, that house is just a house. And it will be so convenient for them to live on one floor and to have assistance when they need it with home and yard maintenance.


When I was little, Mom read me a book called Sad Day, Glad Day, about a little girl named Sal who was moving to a new house. I think most moves have some element of sad day/glad day.

Guild Challenge Entries

Each year, the executive board of my quilt guild issues a Challenge to it's members. We sell (for $5.) a fat quarter of fabric sealed in a paper bag, which also contains the Challenge rules.
This year, we used this fabric in these two colorways. If you got the red fabric, but wanted the blue or vise versa, you could trade with someone, or just buy another bag and hope you got the color you really wanted. The rules of this year's Challenge were: you had to use a recognizable amount of the challenge fabric in your quilt, it had to be 30 inches by 30 inches or smaller, had to have a top, batting backing, and be quilted and bound.
We offered a choice of theme suggestions for those who needed a little inspiration. The themes were Earth/Water/Fire/Ice, or Save the Earth. We chose something we thought would be open to many different interpretations. Many groans were heard as the bags were opened!


> We had 17 entries. Unfortunately this post was not able to load the last 2, I think I exceeded the space limit with all these photos.

First place was the Tree of Life, second from the bottom. One of the members of my art quilt splinter group won!! Second place was the undersea life scene, third was the red planet in distress piece. And, Viewer's Choice was also the undersea life piece.

Mine was the Mermaid!

We all had a great time. Can't wait to do it again next year!!

Friends and Politics

I normally don't write about politics, because I realize that people's political views are intensely personal, and I don't wish to offend anyone with mine. But since we are almost at the end of this long season, I will risk it here.
I have learned a lot about my friends as we have weathered this contentious political season. Who and how they support their candidates has been interesting to watch. Of the friends who are willing to discuss such things, and I have many friends who just won't discuss politics, period, most seem to have been motivated by either fear or by hope.
I am at the stage in life where most of my friends have worked hard for many years at careers and businesses built over their lifetimes, and are either in their peak earning years, or are just starting to retire with substantial nest eggs. They are deeply concerned with keeping the money that they have worked hard for. And I think that is the one issue with which they are most concerned, and on which most have based the decision for whom to vote. These are what I think of as the "fear" voters. They are voting for McCain, because they are afraid Obama would take their hard earned money and "redistribute" it. From among this group, I have friends who were dining out recently. Their waiter sported an Obama button. At the end of the meal, they told said waiter that they were going to donate his tip to the Red Cross, because he supported Obama, and Obama supported re-distributing wealth. They were quite proud to tell this story. Another very good friend had lived through some racial unrest following the aftermath of the MLK assassinations. He voted for McCain because he thought that if Obama was elected, he would surely be assassinated and that would spark race riots which would threaten the lives of his children and grandchildren. These are deeply held and serious beliefs of people I love and care about. I respect their right to have and to act on these beliefs, and I am glad that they trust me enough to share these opinions and feelings with me.
Then on the other hand, I have what I think of as the hope voter group. I count myself in that number. We are not unafraid of what has become of our economy, our image in the world, our security, the state of our planet and it's finite resources. But we hope that the ideals of this eloquent young man who has run such a remarkable, tireless campaign and inspired so many of our young people will bring about a brighter future for us all. We are ready to take a risk for the sake of changes that we believe will benefit us all.
The eyes of the world will be on us tomorrow as we choose our new President. May God be with whoever wins this office, as it is a Herculean task.