Monday, February 11, 2008

Red Lobster Biscuits


One day Kurt said, "See if you can find a recipe for Red Lobster Biscuits." "OK," I said. So here it is.

RED LOBSTER BISCUITS
2 cups lowfat Bisquick baking mix
2 cups sharp cheddar cheese, grated
2/3 cup milk
Mix baking mix and cheddar cheese. Add milk, stirring just to combine. Do not over stir, this is important. Let sit for ten minutes to finish absorbing liquid. Gently spoon twelve biscuit on parchment lined baking sheet and baking at 450, 7-8 minutes.
1/4 cup butter
one garlic clove, smashed
dried parsley flakes
salt
While biscuits are baking melt butter and add garlic clove to flavor butter. (5 minutes, at least) Add dried parsley flakes (1-2 teaspoons) and brush over HOT biscuits. Sprinkle biscuits with salt.
Makes 1 dozen biscuits so double it because that is not enough.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Thinking


My life isn't complicated. I am sitting with my committee while they discuss what my art should or should not be. They think I am giving too much information. I think about this and wonder if art is suppose to be confusing and mysterious. I nod quietly knowing I need to slip through these hoops carefully. I actually paid for these hoops, I mean real money and a lot of it. I like these people. They really don't have an agenda to confuse me or make it more difficult than it is but sitting here I realize I am not complicated. I am not mysterious. I experience and then I feel. That pretty much sums it up. So be careful of stumbling blocks. Because life is not complicated.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Continuing Christmas


This is the view out my studio window. It continues to snow everyday. It reminds me of my childhood. I used to pray that the snow would melt so I could play kickball on the field at Wasatch because we had to play in the gym if there was too much snow. I like the snow. If we have cold we might as well have snow.

To continue the winter, Christmas theme, I found this photo of me sitting on Santa's lap. Do we really grow up? I seem to have the same desires and dreams as that little girl.