Well, FINALLY! (And Sausage Balls)

After five soul-sucking months at work, I finally got my kitchen crafting mojo back. Two days before Christmas.

There is a long story about work that I will save for another time, but suffice it to say it drained me both mentally and physically, and my former boss would do well to be in jail. Or maybe prison. Pound him in the ass federal prison… And this is just my personal opinion, nothing factual.

Like I said, another story for another time…

I wasn’t a Scrooge this year, but I didn’t put up the tree, or otherwise decorate, except to put out the Christmas snowflake oven handle towel. The grand babies are scattered, and I just didn’t feel like expending what little energy I had after Thanksgiving to putting up the tree. Maybe next year, LOL…

That said? My husband loves sausage balls, so we took our annual trek over to the pork center where I picked up hot and mild sausage for the above mentioned goody, as well as some other pork staples that we enjoy throughout the winter months.

Note to self (and anyone using a stand mixer to do these): Start out with the paddle to initially mix and then switch to the dough hook to ensure whatever cheese and Bisquick is at the bottom of the bowl gets incorporated to the mix. Recipe at the end. 🙂

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Raw Nahunta sausage, Bisquick and cheddar sausage balls. Yum!

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The finished product… ❤

I managed to put a pan of sausage balls into the oven and another into the freezer for later, and am currently working on a custom body butter for my mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

I still have wrapping to do, but at least the shopping is done. I should get a prize for that. Really.

Sausage balls are also really useful when you need to drug your sixty pound rescue outdoor dog for a much needed shave and bath. According to my Fitbit Alta, I burned a crap-ton of calories scalping and bathing Petey. He is a yard dog by (his) choice, but he is getting older, and the nights are getting colder, so we needed to really cut his hair and bathe him because he smelled really BAD. And if we were going to bring him in for the winter, he needed to smell better than wet dog, even when he was dry. He has an aversion to brushes, scissors and trimmers, so we did what we needed to do, and OMG, he is so soft under that shaggy coat, and he smells amazing! 😉

Okay, so here is the sausage ball recipe I said I’d share with you:

  • 1 pound of pork bulk sausage. (I use half a pound of Nahunta hot and half a pound of Nahunta mild, but I understand Jimmy Dean and Tennessee Pride are good, too.)
  • Scant 3 cups of Bisquick
  • 4 cups (aka 1 pound) grated cheddar cheese

Warm your sausage and cheese up to room temperature and preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Add all ingredients to a large bowl. Mix until combined. If using a stand mixer, start with your paddle, then use your dough hook. If mixing by hand, I will send up a prayer, LOL. Just stir till everything is combined.

Scoop rounded teaspoons of blended goo and roll into 1-1 1/2 inch balls and place on your choice of: greased jelly roll pan; greased broiler pan, or a greased cooling rack placed into a jelly roll pan. (I did the latter, and I really had an issue getting them off without them tearing up, so next time, I will try the broiler pan.

Bake at 350 for 20-25 minutes, until golden brown on outside.

Now, I placed half of mine on a foil wrapped cookie sheet and placed in the deep freeze and am about to pull them and put the into freezer bags. These can be baked right out of the freezer; just add 2-3 minutes baking time. I used a cookie sheet to keep them from sticking together, and now that they are frozen, I will transfer them to the freezer bags. 🙂

Merry Christmas, Happy Yule, and a Joyous Holiday season whatever your belief system.

Until next time…

Cry, Baby, Cry…

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Cry Baby Cry….

I know, I know, I know…

You are all probably tired of hearing me bitching, but my blog, my rules (within WordPress guidelines, of course.)

Here’s the thing. I just raised four children who grew up raised knowing that you have to work for what you want.

Apparently I get a big, fat fail as a mom.(Except, that I can’t really accept that, because I’m being told that our kids, no matter how you raise them, turn into whomever they actually are.) Which is, actually, a pretty good sized relief. (I feel like I raised my 3 biological kids the same way I raised my 1 step-kid – and that alone makes me feel like shit; that I compared that…)

I have a member of my family that I had to seriously unfriend from my FaceBook page. I don’t do that often. Seriously. I didn’t block this person, but I did unfriend, since my feed was filling up with toxin. Let me tell you why.

(And as an aside, let me first say that I don’t care WHO you voted for. I’ve voted for numerous candidates that have lost elections, so this isn’t what that is about, although, it DOES kinda show my age; I’ve been voting since 1983, so, yeah…I’m old. And maybe that is why I get so pissed off.)

There is an individual that is in my family that I admire a LOT, except for how they portray themselves on social media. I also know that, as an adult, I have the option of not seeing things on my feed that offend me.

Now, let’s be clear, here; I may be an AARP member, but I have a ridiculously open mind. If you are in a same sex marriage? I applaud AND support you. If you are in an open relationship? I love you, no matter what, especially for being as brave as you are! Your sexual preference does not define you…until, of course, it does. Your political opinions do not define you…until, of course, they do.

So, let’s just say that you have advertised your sexual appetites on social media for all the world to see. And let’s assume, for a moment, that someone from the way-far-right has pretty much told you about yourself. Then you have some really far-reaching, uber-conservative, hard-right Conservatives attack you? Of course, your first impulse is to fight back. I get that. But…What is coming over my feed, because we were friends, at the time, is a bunch of f*** you, I f*** who I want, go to h***, kiss my a** posts? Yeah? No.

  • F*** Trump
  • F*** you
  • F*** the system
  • F*** the government
  • F*** the establishment
  • F*** the Christians
  • F*** Pagans
  • F*** Jill Stein
  • F*** off, world
  • Go to H***, all of you that don’t subscribe to my sexual preference, political leanings, et all.

This is the sh*t that makes me unfriend your asses. I don’t need a feed full of negativity.

Let me just say this, as someone who was born in 1965 (yes, that makes me 51.5 years old on 12/30/16):

  1. Grow the hell up. No, seriously. GROW. THE. HELL. UP!
  2. Have you had to support your grown kids through a financial issue (or more)? No? Then STFU.
  3. Do you work 40 or more hours per week? No? Then STFU.
  4. Do you have a mortgage to pay every month? Yes? Do you contribute to that? No? Then STFU!
  5. Do you advertise your alternative lifestyle on social media and then get super crazy when the hard-right come after you with words? Maybe think about what you are posting, and then STFU!
  6. Did you vote? No? Then STFU!
  7. Did you graduate high school? No? Then get your diploma, get educated, learn something, get your GED? YAY! Get some learning’! And  some more learnin’!  Then go get further education and keep the hell going, or do something to make change for what you believe in! And if you can’t? Then STFU.

I know that this is a generalization of what I see on my social media feed, but…There is a whole crap-ton of bull-sh*t on my feed that I had to un-ass, because, honestly? The word, “f*ck” (sorry, Mom) gets old really quick.

Maybe it’s my age showing, maybe not….but OMG, people…let’s at least try to be a little decent when we go there and back.

Yes?

No?

I’m just old fashioned and ridiculous?

Your choice.

Until next time….

Post-Election Musings. Wait. No, It’s a Rant! (sorry)

You are kidding me, right?

Race-relations today suck. They suck big right now.

People are rioting under the guise of “protest.”

American flags are burning. (Although that is not a crime, I will say that I AM personally offended; our Veterans fought/are fighting for this flag, and to burn it on our own soil pisses me off.)

The generation that is in college today was given a trophy for just showing up. I have an opinion about that. (You know, those poor kids being given time off from classes so they can find a safe space, drink hot chocolate, color and have a cry-in…)

Brace yourselves. I’m in rare form, y’all, and I’m PISSED OFF!

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Do you see that flag burning? Yeah. So do I.

Doing due diligence is a new(ish) thing for me. I am not used to posting political blog posts, but, apparently, this is where we are as America, as a country.

So let me go through my laundry list of beefs:

*Race-relations today suck. They suck big right now.

So…I went to a political rally last week. My first one, actually. Someone at work, apparently, found out where I was. Another person at work proudly stated that she voted for the candidate whose rally I attended. The person that spoke her vote was called a racist. So does that mean that I, too, am a racist? THAT kind of inter-office communication is frowned upon in this establishment. We (at our facility) are evaluated on our ability to embrace diversity. Being called a racist based on one’s vote is NOT diversity. It seems that we will be having “that” meeting at work.

As you know, I supervise two departments. In my larger one, one employee and I are the only white folks in that department. So that would be 17 blacks, 2 whites. That said? Please let me tell you all that I don’t see color. I see both sides. One of my employees posted a Facebook live  session that I can absolutely get behind, about how this is not the end of life as we know it, and that he is going to continue to do him. I think that I am probably one of the least racist people you will ever meet, so to imply that my vote makes me racist really might have hurt my feelings, had I not grown a thicker skin over the past few months.

*People are rioting under the guise of “protest.” 

Protest is allowed under the First Amendment. You know, Freedom of Speech? Except that there are flags burning, people getting the shit beaten out of them because of how they voted. (Now, flag burning is not against the law in these United States, but it IS an insult to those who have fought past, present and future for your right to do so. IMHO.)

That said? Setting fire to shit that doesn’t belong to you? That is illegal. Vandalizing shit that doesn’t belong to you? Illegal. Beating people up? Illegal. Now, I have looked for valid links to the most middle-leaning media outlets to substantiate what I am describing, yet I have been unable to. Will I post links to REALLY left-leaning sites? Uh, no. Will I post links to the REALLY right-leaning sites? Also, no. I have looked for neutral news (hahahaha, oxymoron. See what I did, there? Jumbo shrimp, y’all…) and can’t find anything.  Why? Because unbiased media is not a thing. One side will lead you to believe one thing, and one will lead you to believe the other.

But things ARE being set on fire (including our flag), and people ARE rioting. I looked at the New York Times, (who is actually viewed as a little left-leaning) to see what their take on the riots were. Check this out...

The generation that is in college today was given a trophy for just showing up.
This on its own? GAHHHH! This just sucks. When I was a kid, we had “good sportsmanship awards.” That is when you learned how to lose with grace. We don’t have this, anymore. Seriously? We are teaching our kids to cry when they don’t get their way. This is not a great thing. We need to teach our kids that it is okay to not be on top. We need to teach those kids that it is good to participate, but it isn’t the end of the world if they don’t get a trophy. I seriously do NOT have a trophy for ANYTHING. I pretty much sucked at any and everything I tried,  and I still turned out okay. But I kicked ass at roller-skating. Sadly? I didn’t get a trophy for that, but I took it with me, and as a 50+ year old person? I can rock the hell out of a rink. (Although it is a bit embarrassing to be wearing safety gear…even at my age. LOL!)

That said? Jeebus, people! Let us come together as Americans and bring this country forward to success. After all…aren’t we really on the same page?

Look, y’all…we are Americans. Let’s come together. Let us show the Establishment that we are all (and I mean ALL) Americans. Let’s get this country on the right track again. Let us just be color-blind.

Please and thank you!

Jules the WorkAHolic