Month: October 2009

cozy cuteness

I’m wishing I even had the first inkling of knowing how to knit (crochet? do I even know the difference?) after admiring these colorful cozy accessories. Sadly, I’ve never picked up a needle (hook? which is it?)

it’s featured on a little girl, but I would totally wear this hat every day, all winter long.
really, could keeping warm get any cuter than this?
found via the Purl Bee
anybody wanna make me one? or all?

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Kimberly

...by day, making a home where the buffalo roam. By night, pretty much the same thing, punctuated by the occasional fantasies of sunny beaches, italian movies and sparkling lemonade.

count of monte cristo sandwich recipe.

photo from food network

Ok, so not exactly a feast, and not a clever assortment of gory concoctions, but this is the meal we frequently enjoy on Halloween. It’s not exactly super healthy, but it’s wholesome, simple, savory, and as festive as you’d like to make it. I don’t believe in cutting calories on holidays.

Count of Monte Cristo Sandwiches
8 slices good quality white bread
dijon mustard
3 ounces sliced swiss cheese
3 ounces sliced sharp cheddar
6 ounces sliced cooked turkey
6 ounces sliced cooked ham
salt and pepper
3 eggs
1/3 cup milk
dash nutmeg or cayenne (optional)
unsalted butter
olive oil

Preheat oven to 350.

Spread each slice of bread with mustard. Top 4 slices of bread with half the cheese, then half the turkey, half the ham, salt & pepper. Repeat a layer of meat, then cheese and top with the remaining slices of bread, mustard side down. Press gently.

In a shallow dish, whisk together the eggs and milk, season with salt and pepper and nutmeg or cayenne

Heat a large skillet over medium heat, add a bit of butter, a bit of oil. Dip and coat each sandwich in egg/milk mixture and lay >> find out more…

Kimberly

...by day, making a home where the buffalo roam. By night, pretty much the same thing, punctuated by the occasional fantasies of sunny beaches, italian movies and sparkling lemonade.