And the inspiration for such a playground? Our Chloe. To learn more go here and here.
She won this boa fishing with Papa at our fourth of July party.
Many of you that follow this blog know I am a grandma. Here is my brood. This picture was taken last October. It was freezing outside. The kids were out of control. Especially the one on the far left. Look at him, he was not thrilled to be there at all. This picture will soon be out of date as lefty Louie down there will be getting a new baby at his house.
This post however, is to bring attention to all of our little people with special needs. Which brings me to my little grand daughter Chloe. The one in the pink. The one who would also like to run around and be naughty but doesn't have a choice, she is stuck where you put her and that's how it goes.
Some of you know Tara. Here she is with my son Oby and again little Chloe. Tara saw where in some communities there are special need playgrounds. Playgrounds that everyone, all children can enjoy. Where everyone feels a part of the fun. She has set out to have one built in her community. She is working hard with her city council. She has put a lot of time and thought and determination into this project.
All of us know someone with a special need. Most of us know a couple who have had a special needs child. Some of us have direct contact with a special needs child in our families. We know we all want them to feel joy and a something similar to normal. We want them to know they belong.
She loves being outside. What kid doesn't?
It's so exciting to be with cousin Anthony.
At Izzy's birthday.
Getting to sit at the table in her big girl chair.
Fishing at the fourth of July party with Papa.
Being outside in her wheelchair. I wish I had pictures of her with Papa at the skating park. He had her flying in that thing. She was shrieking with laughter. The rest of us were having heart attacks!
Here she is in her favorite swing at home. Let's help build her and every child a playground where they can all have fun together!
I know I am supposed to be searching for good diabetic recipes. I still am. I have just been taken off of the trail of no sugar with Holidays, birthdays, Tuesday's and Wednesday's etc.
Anyway I whipped this up as a back up cake for my mom's birthday last Sunday. We were having a big crowd over and I thought we wouldn't have enough cake. Of course what happened was then everyone just had two or more... (Chad) gigantic pieces of pure deliciousness instead of one because we all have to try both cakes.
Chad ( my brother) doesn't even like banana. He went NUTS over this cake. Yes, it is that good which surprised me because well, I flopped at the stupid frosting recipe so I kind of made this one up. I didn't like the cake recipe so I changed it and as they say " it all turned out in the wash." I don't know why they say that.
For mom's birthday I am going to do a post about our family trip to Las Vegas a few years ago. My other brother Matt brought this story up at mom's party and I can't believe I have not posted it. However, it is too long for today and I have to find some really weird pictures for it.
Does anyone know where I can get a picture of a man soaking in a motel tub while his mom is invading his privacy by sitting next to him on the toilet having a diarrhea explosion? No?
That is just the tip of the ice burg in that story. What a crappy trip. However, now Matt and mom have special memories together that no one can match and no one wants to.
Now back to the cake. Doesn't that look yummy?
Here we go:
1 1/2 cups sugar
1/2 cup solid vegetable shortening
3 mashed bananas
1 cup sour milk or buttermilk, to make sour milk just add a teaspoon of white vinegar to the milk and let it sit for a few minutes. The milk will curdle, hence the sourness.
1 teas. vanilla
2 1/4 cups flour
1 teas. baking soda
1 teas. baking powder
1/2 teas. salt
Mix sugar and shortening until creamy. Add eggs, bananas, milk, and vanilla. Beat on medium speed until mixed and creamy. Sift together flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt. Slowly add to creamed mixture while mixer is on a slow setting. When all the flour is mixed in put the beater on high for 1 to 3 minutes.
Pour batter into a prepared 9 X 13" cake pan. Prepared means I greased it and floured it. I just use Pam spray for baking.
Bake in a preheated 350 degree oven for 30 to 40 minutes. Just watch it and when you can stick a toothpick in the middle of the cake and it comes out clean you know the cake is done. I only needed to bake this cake for 30 minutes.
1 Large package instant vanilla pudding
1 can sweetened condensed milk This is what I believe should be called Nectar of the God's.
1 to 1 1/2 cups Cool whip. I know, if any of you follow this blog closely I always dog Cool Whip. Well I was panicking because people were coming over SOON. I was flying by the seat of my pants with this concoction and I did not feel I had the time to mess with whipping cream. The Cool Whip turned out to be a great asset.
Caramel Sauce and as usual I only use Mrs. Richardson's. Warm it up in the microwave.
Mix the pudding as directed on the package
Add the sweetened condensed milk and mix thoroughly. Then lick all the left overs you can get out of the can.
Then add the Cool whip and mix it in thoroughly. Make sure the cake is completely cooled and poor over the cake.
You will have left over frosting. Just set it out with the Caramel Sauce and everyone will dob extra frosting on their cake when they are drizzling on the warm caramel sauce. It WILL get eaten.
I said it because during dinner last night my dad announced the sauce was so spicy he needed to go home and get his Preparation H for his lips. I said "Well if you think it will work you better slab some on the other end too."
This is ONE good sauce. Extremely hearty and spicy, you can tone down the spicy part if you want to and you will still have a darn tasty dish.
My family loved this. Note: If you have friends or family previously known for being gassy don't invite them over for this meal. I am so glad my brother Kip didn't show up!
Here we go:
1 Pkg. bacon, yes bacon 4 lbs. hamburger 1 lb. ground Italian sausage, I used mild. 4 large onions, chopped 3 green peppers, diced 1 lb. sliced fresh mushrooms 1/2 cup olive oil 16 garlic cloves, minced, I know. 1/2 cup all purpose flour 3 1/2 quarts pureed tomatoes 2 cans (12 oz. each) tomato paste 1 cup red wine vinegar 6 TBS. sugar 6 TBS. Worcestershire sauce 2 TBS. dried celery flakes 2 TBS. dried oregano 2 TBS. dried Italian spice blend 2 TBS. Spike Seasoning (that is the name brand) 4 teas. salt 2 teas. cayenne pepper
Hot cooked spaghetti
1. In a large stockpot (VERY large) cook bacon over medium heat until crisp. Remove to paper towels to drain. In the same kettle, saute the onions, peppers and mushrooms in bacon drippings. for 5 minutes or until onions are tender. Add olive oil and garlic, cook 2 minutes longer. Take kettle off of heat and set aside.
2. In a large (VERY large) frying pan Cook beef and sausage over medium high heat until meat is no longer pink. I even like some of it browned. Take off heat and set aside.
3. Put the kettle with the vegetable mixture back on the heat. Let it warm up a little and add the flour until blended. Stir in the tomatoes, tomato paste, vinegar, sugar, Worcestershire sauce and seasonings. Crumble bacon, and add it to mixture. Then add the beef and sausage to the pan. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat, simmer, uncovered for 2 hours, stirring occasionally.
Serve with hot spaghetti
I originally got this recipe from Best Of Taste of Home 2010. However, you know me I tweak and change everything so what you have here is my version.
Is it a bad sign when your Spanish teacher does this as she watches you walk in the door to the classroom? Or..............
that she does this every time Papa opens his mouth to read a sentence? ( in Spanish of course)
Then there is the matter of Papa's friend who is going to Mexico with him, asking the teacher to teach him how to say... " How can we get Mike (papa's real name) out of jail?" To that Papa replied teach him how to say "Tami (nana's real name) we can't find Mike." DUH. Why would Steve (the so called friend) need to learn to say that in Spanish? I mean couldn't he say that to me in English? I don't know if those two should be let loose in Mexico.
For some reason I get the feeling I am going to receive a post card of the two of them looking something like this......
Teaching little Mexican boys how to play football my eye.
Yes to the three of you that read this blog I have been gone for a few days. I left Papa for these three. The goofy one on the end with his eyes closed joins me in bed every morning. Thank heavens the other ones don't because the one on the other end has stinky morning breath, and the one in the middle has stinky other things. Don't hate me because I am beautiful. William puts everything in his mouth.
We went to the beach yesterday, it was a little chilly but grand.
William could not get enough.
I know, it is not the most sanitary, but he wanted to get down and dirty.
The water felt great.
P.J. and Henry played in it for a good hour.
I don't know why this boat is here at the end of the pier. It looks pretty cool.
This is where we park Will when we don't want him to go anywhere.
We decided to go up on the pier and look at that old ship.
The back ground there is where I want to live.
Well, family we are having a swell time. Wish you were all here. Papa I hope you have been feeding the cat and dog. Just thought I would share some pics.
I love to do many things, gardening, traveling, skiing, ( I stay upright most of the time) working out, cooking for my family is one of my favorites. That's probably why I don't look like I work out as much as I do. I have been married 37 yrs. I have 4 children and 11 grandchildren. I live in Utah with 5 million other bloggers and that is okay. This blog is mainly for my family, when they call up asking for a recipe I can just say "it's on my blog." I also like to write a little bit about my life, sometimes it is really silly, sometimes serious. I have found that that is what makes life, life. Most of the time it is good but when it is not good it can be devastating. The picture here of me with my grandkids is old. I did not have 11 grandchildren when this picture was taken. I don't have 11 grandchildren now, not on this earth. The little boy in the grey sweatshirt, he is not with us any longer. He took his life at the age of 15, right before his 16th birthday. He would be 17 now. That is what I mean about devastating. I won't be taking this picture down for a while, not because I am not going to keep on living my life but, I have not blogged for a time and seeing his sweet little face brings me joy even though it is bitter sweet, if that even makes sense. So I am going to try this again, recipes, silliness, sadness, opinions, whatever. I just know I usually have too much to say for a Facebook post.