I talked with both of the birthday girls. They’ve had wonderful days. My daughter’s coworkers gathered around her and sang Happy Birthday. They’re upset that she has to go. I imagine yours are the same way, flyboy.
That sounds nummy. Are the muffins pink?
They will be upset. One cow-orker, who does the accounts payable/receivable for the country thinks her time will be soon because AI will take her place. (She’s been there since she graduated high school… over 40 years.)
The batter was. In fact, it was kind of a sick purplish color. But after the muffins baked, they became a rich brown with bits of cranberries for color. Would recommend. 
The Rheumatologist (!) was helpful. With my other labs and the distinct lack of inflammation, I seem to be 3.5% of people with elevated Antinuclear Antibodies.
Mrs Magill and I did our weekly shopping tonight. I’ve got the goods for pad thai, butter chicken, and chicken and rice soup. We ate at Shake Shack, and once again I’ve been disappointed. It’s a good burger, but not worth the price.
10PM and time for the late-night final. Not that I have done anything constructive in that time except explore the digital coupons from Kroger and complete my Firday shopping list, but mostly catching up on my You Tubing. Despite sleeping in I don’t think there will be any problem getting to sleep tonight, so need to finish up and get over to Slumberland.
VanGO, nice gift (I presume) from neighbor, hope Brian likes it.
Nettie, glad your felines are getting along well.
Doesn’t scare me but it’s so huge (I solved about 70 or so words today and still have 85% to go, IMHO). At least it will keep me entertained into next week.
Bright Tree, ‘cranberry oat pecan muffins’ sounds…interesting. And glad Ollie is clipped and gland-reduced.
Flyboy, a salute to the veteran that probably will be passing soon, and kudos to Wifey for what she did for him.
Maus, glad the Doc helped. Had never heard of Antinuclear Antibodies, googled them and still not sure what it is, but at least you know you have them and hopefully it can be treated. And I do wish there was a Shake Shack around here (we have damn near everything else), but the nearest is 100 miles to the south.
And that’s the way it is, and will shall be until I arise Thorsday morn. Take care all.
Not sure they appreciated DH turning on lights and taking pictures.
Wifey, RN charges $55 for a visit; but she charges veterans, spouses of veterans, and nurses $45. So she does do veteran discounts. (She has three or four – sometimes five – patients per day.)
Findus is berserking in CatMom’s room (while she’s trying to go to sleep), Goo is on my bed, and Abbey is sleeping next to me on the couch.
What a beautiful pair! I love butterscotch cats.
That’s awful. I’m sorry for her…and you. Was the decision La Jeffe’s alone?
Oo, even better! Did you use a recipe or wing it?
It was probably Ja Jefa, (the former) El Jefe, and our accountant. El Jefe wanted to get rid of me when he came onboard in 2012. My boss, whose position I now hold, really had my back. (She came to our wedding in 2015, BTW.) Since they came from the outside, they don’t understand the tradition of excellent data quality. They think, ‘Our members send their accounts receivable files, we upload them to the credit bureaus… Why do we need Johnny L.A.?’ They have no concept of quality. They don’t care. They just want to sell credit reports and collect dues and get our members to pay for conferences and such.
A bit of both. I started with a recipe but made a few amendments based on my personal preferences. (Can there ever really be too many nuts?)
I always make cranberry sauce for the holidays and I often have a fair amount left over, so this recipe fit the bill to repurpose it. It’s an odd recipe for muffins and I had my doubts about whether they would come out well – but they really did!
Cranberry Sauce Muffins
12 servings
Ingredients
½ cup milk
⅓ cup olive oil
1 ¼ cups leftover cranberry sauce (I increased to 1 1/3 cups)
⅓ cup brown sugar, or more to taste (I increased to half a cup)
1 egg
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon ground cinnamon
¼ teaspoon ground nutmeg
1 ½ cups all-purpose flour
1 cup oatmeal
¼ cup chopped pecans, or to taste (I increased to a cup)
Directions
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C). Grease a 12-cup muffin tin or line cups with paper liners.
Combine milk, olive oil, leftover cranberry sauce, brown sugar, and egg in a bowl and mix together using an electric mixer*. Mix in baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Gradually add flour and oatmeal and mix everything into a smooth batter. (I added my nuts here, though the recipe says to sprinkle them on top of the spooned batter below.)
Spoon batter into the prepared muffin cups, filling each 3/4 full. Sprinkle with chopped pecans. (As noted, I mixed my nuts into the batter, so as to have nuts in every bite of muffin.)
Bake in the preheated oven until tops spring back when lightly pressed, about 21 minutes. Cool in the tin for 10 minutes. Transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.
*Notes: Virtually every muffin recipe I have says to mix the dry ingredients lightly into the wet ones and to mix them as little as necessary just to combine. The use of an electric mixer was kind of shocking. But it worked out beautifully! If you find yourself with leftover cranberry sauce, this recipe is a keeper.
Thursday afternoon here. We got snow! Only about 10 cm (4”) so far.
SenSpoiledBrats need rides everywhere and I reminded them that I had to walk 93 miles over four mountain ranges in blinding blizzards, barefoot, just to go to kindergarten but apparently they don’t believe me.
This Saturday SenBoy’s good friend is coming to stay with us for six days while his single mother takes some time off to regain her sanity gets a break. The younger brother is being held by an honored guest of another household.
Why would I take on yet another annoying teen wonderful adolescent?
Actually, it’s a net plus for us. Said friend gets taken to the same places so no extra trips. SenKids fight less when others are there observing. And, SenBoy has to clean his room and wash dishes. While I may need to utilize the line of credit for feed one more 15-year-old boy, it should be worth it.
Now off to pay bills, growl at grocery costs and try to avoid sliding cars.