It's hard for me to sit around and do nothing, which was what we told Mom to do (she had another ER visit) for the next few days.
I was reading through a library book, on handmade gifts and decided to not let the year end without a "bang."
I went to the kitchen and made Whiskey Butterscotch Sauce.
I used organic, non-gmo corn syrup, organic butter, and homemade vanilla extract to make it. The recipe is in the book, "Edible DIY: Simple, Giftable Recipes to Savor and Share" by Lucy Baker. I am pretty sure if you search the internet for it, you'll find it there too.
It cools for 40 minutes before placing in canning jars. It's then refrigerated.
We just had to try it too. Delcious! How did this all start? Well, I was also reading through magazines and getting them ready for recycling, when I came across another recipe that I thought would go good with this. I hope to try that recipe soon too.
...and that's how I ended up in the kitchen. Hubby laughed and said I can "never sit and do nothing" and I better check on Mom to make sure she's doing "nothing." Which is next on my morning list of to-do's.
I also took time to read this magazine. It's the fall issue, and i have not opened it until now.
The first article I flipped to is this. Ha! Hubby found that funny, considering I am a stickler on eating "real" food. This magazine is packed with information, so I plan to read it all week. There is also an article in it on home grown popcorn,and Dakota Black is mentioned in it.
Even Tiger joined me while reading and relaxing. He looks like he wants the lights turned off, with his paw over his eyes and all. So cute.
I was too occupied last night (imagine that) to notice this beautiful sunset, that Mom texted me about.
I quickly snapped a few shots before it disappeared into the dark night.
And speaking of night, approximately 6:25pm, we had suspicious people walking behind our property with flashlights - possibly trespassers, possibly intoxicated or under the influence of drugs. There was/is no reason for anyone to be walking that close to our property, especially in the dead of winter, in the dark of night, and/or without a motive.