Sigh.
I can't believe I broke my streak of posting regularly!
Makes me sad.
So, here's a quickie from the Monkey Whimsy archives for Throwback Thursday.
Hopefully, I'll be able to work on some posts this weekend and be a real blogger.
If you guys read my first TBT post, then you're familiar with Hippo. Today's post is the second part of Hippo's Photo Story.
Hippo started out as a thank you to a friend but it turned into something so much more.
I started receiving emails and comments from people, telling me that I should be a children's book author. Little did they know that that is my secret dream.
One of them anyway.
And, not so secret anymore, now that I've blabbed to the internet.
How about you?
Do you have secret dreams?
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Hippo gets a visitor
Look who came to visit a few weeks ago.
Permanently.
A Family Portrait: Uncle Chef and Hippo.
Uncle Chef made himself right at home.
In the pantry.
Right next to the big box of cocoa.
I think I like him already.
One night, last week, Uncle Chef decided he wanted to bake some cookies.
So, while Hippo and I sat on the couch and ate a pint of ice cream, Uncle Chef went on the computer and found a recipe for Peanut Butter Cookies from 101 Cookbooks.
Luckily, I had all the ingredients so Uncle Chef didn't have to go to the grocery store.
After digging all the baking supplies out of my pantry, Uncle Chef got started.
Uncle Chef likes butter. Something he and I have in common.
Instead of following the recipe and using olive oil, Uncle Chef decided butter would be the better choice.
Also, we had no olive oil.
That made the decision much easier to make.
Then Hippo decided he wanted in on the action, too.
There was just one problem.
Hippo is a little bit vertically challenged.
But when there is a will, there is a way.
I don't think Uncle Chef liked Hippo's solution though.
That's okay because Hippo has more than one way of getting over his obstacles.
Butter. Yum.
I pretty much think a stick of butter is dessert but
Uncle Chef slapped my hand away. He's the boss.
We added some maple syrup, vanilla extract, peanut butter...
...and Hippo got a little too excited. He almost fell into the batter.
But I rescued him.
As usual.
Uncle Chef took a long time mixing the ingredients together.
It must be hard to stir that batter without opposable thumbs.
I didn't offer my help.
Hippo did offer his assistance though.
But then, he almost fell in again.
That's when Uncle Chef banished Hippo away from the batter.
And Hippo was sad.
You know what that means, right?
Trouble.
What kind of trouble?
See this photo?
Wonder why we don't have photos showing the addition of flour, baking soda, and salt?
Because Hippo decided to take over the picture-taking.
I was convinced he could do it.
And he did.
There was just one hiccup to the idea.
The pictures?
They were OF HIMSELF.
Not of the cookie-making process.
I took back my camera.
Cookie dough on a cookie sheet about to be cookied. Yummmmmmmmm.
And then it was time to clean up. But, Hippo was nowhere to be found.
Uncle Chef, do you know where Hippo is?
Nevermind, I found him.
That was fast work, Hippo.
That means you get to do the dishes. Suds up!
The End
Thank you, James!
This post is for you.
