Nicky’s uncle makes these crackers that I can not get enough of. They are the carb equivalent of a terrible reality TV show: you know it’s so wrong, so bad for you, but you binge watch three seasons on Netflix anyway.
After looking around online for a recipe, I learned two things: most/all require a packet of Ranch powder . . . and they don’t really have a name.
I’ve never purchased ranch powder – have you read the ingredients on there? I needed these NOW, and I needed to make them with what I had in the house. And because everyone I know plows through these like a hand through a stack of boards (hi-YA!), I thought I’d call them Karate Crackers (BONUS: karate literally means “empty hand,” which also makes sense because these don’t stick around very long).
1¼ cup canola oil
1 tsp paprika
1 tsp seasoned or regular salt
1 tsp garlic granules (or powder)
2 tsp dried parsley
2 tsp dried dill
½ tsp cayenne . . . or more if you like more kick (hi-YA!)
4 sleeves of Saltine crackers
Mix together all ingredients except the crackers. Put the crackers in a big mixing bowl or casserole dish. Pour the oil mixture over the crackers and stir everything around CAREFULLY *. It is helpful to use a large spatula and do a drizzle/stir/drizzle/stir type situation. Once the crackers are good and oiled up, spread them on a cookie sheet or two. Pour any remaining marinade onto the crackers. Bake at 250° for 20 to 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.
* You will inevitably break a few crackers. That’s okay, because that means you have permission to eat the broken ones while you are mixing. But don’t be like me and accidentally-on-purpose start breaking crackers so you can eat them before baking.
Well, hello there! It sure has been a while. How have you been?
The shop is back open and I will slowly be getting back my blogging legs and clearing out some cobwebs.
We’ve been through a lot this past 12 months, but everything is going to be OK.
It’s been the year of H: houses and hospitals and hiccups. First, we have been dealing with what is called recurrent miscarriage. Second, we bought a house! And it has turned into quite the little fixer-upper.
Between the surgeries (3), the bank, the house-hunting, the procedures and lab tests (so many lab tests), the issues with our new home . . . I have felt like a frog on a wax tray in some dumpy middle-school science lab (do kids still have to dissect frogs in school?).
We have been exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally. So I needed a break. And that is OK.
This blog may start to look different: less patterns, shorter posts. And that is OK, too. I considered quitting all together, but decided a little bit is better than a no-bit. I’m not going to throw in the towel, I’m just going to throw in the washcloth.
For now, anyway.
Maybe it’s the long winter. Or maybe it’s lack of creativity. Or, it’s probably both . . .
I have spent the last few months in what I will now refer to as “Heidi’s Scarf Phase.” I have made so many scarves that Nicky no longer asks, “Whatcha makin?” The question has turned to more of a statement of fact: “Another scarf?”
So, because I realize I have scarf issues, and I know scarves aren’t the most exciting thing in this world, I will just share this one with you. And my excuse is this: I solved a problem with this scarf.
Problem: the scarf I was making was not as long as I wanted it to be, and I had run out of the yarn I was using.
Solution: Put a bead on it! Or nine beads, to be exact.
You should do this, too – it’s so simple and easy. I just wove the last of my yarn through the end of the scarf, cinched it up, strung the beads, cinched it to the other end, and voila!
Here’s the nitty-gritty:
I used this yarn (several partial balls that I probably picked up at a yard sale, and is apparently no longer being made).
I followed this pattern, with some changes: I used a bigger hook (4.25 mm), a thicker yarn, and I did not make the edging.
And I strung on nine large beads that I picked up for a song at a surplus store.
Now, I am happy to say that the snow mountain outside is slowly melting, and I think Heidi’s Scarf Phase is melting along with it. To be replaced with “Heidi’s Tank Top Phase?” Time will tell <suspense>.
What do you do with a big glass fish? All of the things my Gramma tried didn’t seem right: it’s an awkward candy dish, it’s not deep enough for real fish, sticking a plant in there wouldn’t work well (no drainage, too high-maintenance, DIRT) . . .
So knowing that crochet was the answer, as it is for so many problems, I hijacked Gramma’s fish and put a coral reef in there.
Obviously, I was heavily inspired by Rachel’s work (and BTW, you can see her interview here). And PINTEREST. Pinterest is also the answer. Go on and do a search for “crochet coral,” and you’ll see what I mean.
- Make bits of coral.
- Shave down a little mound of floral foam.
- Pin all of your coral bits to the floral foam with stick pins.
- Realize that your coral reef is too big to fit through the fish mouth. Curses!
- Remove all coral bits from foam.
- Stick naked floral foam into the fish gullet.
- Carefully stick coral bits into floral foam with pins (again). This was difficult, as I could only fit one hand into the fish mouth at a time.
- Feel like you are doing some bizarre form of reverse-crochet-taxidermy.
- Revel in your coral reef.
Hello out there! I am back from the holidays, after all this long while. This time our holidays included a Thanksgiving, three Christmases, a New Year’s, a birthday, a wedding shower, and a bachelorette party – a lot of fun crammed into a short time!
It also included what I will just call a Significant Heartbreaking Event for Nicky and me. I will spare you the details, but suffice it to say that it was the type of Significant Heartbreaking Event that left me wanting to just be alone – I felt like the wind got knocked out of me and any type of motivation to do anything got sucked right out along with it.
But, life does go on in spite of ourselves, and unlike the Polar Vortex nightmare that is going on outside right now, I do feel like I am slowly thawing out. In an effort to distract myself from myself, I started working on some projects I have been putting off for forever. It all began with some ancient crochet bedspreads . . .
I inherited two enormous bedspreads that my Great Grampa made – apparently he was an avid and very skilled crocheter. The bedspreads haven’t been well taken care of and they need some heavy-duty mending and stain-removal. I started in on what is turning out to be the herculean task of mending all of the rips and ravels and missing pieces . . . and just got overwhelmed (I will share the bedspreads with you in two years, the actual time it will take me to fix them). So, I moved on to something a bit more manageable: doilies.
The doilies have been passed on to me from one of Nicky’s Great Grammas. I wanted them out for everyone to see . . . but I am not exactly the type of person to have doilies sitting out on tables and such. Enter Pinterest, as usual. I saw this post over at Goodknits and knew I had a winner – Lisa’s idea is genius!
This project was many things: Meditative. Easy. Satisfying. Also, it made me feel really connected to the past in a weird way, and happy that I found a solution for displaying these heirlooms.
No doilies were harmed in the making of these mandalas – I only stitched into the backing fabric, or gently slid the thread through stitches!
The exclamation is supposed to make it positive and exiting. It’s that time of year again, when I need to step away from the internet for a bit to focus on the holidays and family and myself – so I don’t become insane! Take care everyone, and I’ll see you in a few months, all renewed and fresh as a daisy.