Strawberry Kiss Cookies

It’s a holiday tradition to bake cookies with grandma. These two rowdy little boys wanted to make strawberry cookies. That’s not on our traditional list, so we did a twist on an old favorite and used a cake mix for an easy strawberry flavored dough. They turned out okay.

Strawberry Kiss Cookies

  • 1 strawberry cake mix
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/2 cup oil
  • 1/8 cup flour
  • 32 to 50 Hershey’s Kisses

Mix dry cake mix, eggs, and oil in a bowl with a wooden spoon. Stir in flour, if needed, to make a nice dough (ours seemed too moist without it). Drop by spoonfuls (we used a cookie scoop) onto cookie sheets lined with parchment paper. Bake at 350 degrees until just lightly brown on edges and bottoms. Remove from oven and press an unwrapped chocolate Kiss on top of each cookie.  Our batch made 32 cookies.

NOTE: Extra kisses required if kids are in charge of unwrapping candy.

Thanks for reading!

WIP: Tilt


I started a new drawing with a tilted horizon.

My world is tilted. I’m seriously thinking of composing a list of questions for my shrink as I want to know what he thinks we are working on as, quite frankly, I might be flipping nickels to Lucy for nothing.

The little boy in the photo is my grandson, the middle child of my daughter’s three. He is four years old and as ornery as can be. It was his turn to spend the night at “grandma’s house” so I hooked him up with some paints when we went down to the community room on Sunday afternoon for the Arts & Crafts Society’s Sunday Draw.

Speaking of “grandma’s house” with this being a small unit in a high rise, my rental application to rent a whole entire house was approved. I haven’t called to view inside that big old boarded up house yet because I still need to raise some cash up for deposits, appliances, movers, and other costs that will be incurred during relocation. I’m still thinking on it, too.  It might be too much house for one person and the Vet thinks a ranch would be better for me legs, which is true… but, there are very few (maybe zero) affordable ranch style homes for rent located on main bus routes near business districts.

As for the shrink, I told him what I was thinking about doing and his advice about ANYTHING uncertain or unsure of is to WAIT as in DO NOTHING… well, that don’t fly. I took his advice before when I was struggling trying to tell a friend about some things, not sure why I couldn’t bring myself to tell him, my every attempt halted and… well, WAITING cost me a friendship.  But, the end result might have been the same for different reasons. I still think it is because I fell off my damn pedestal.

Oh well, I can’t sit around doing nothing, so it is time to sell stuff…

I will be at the Four Seasons Flea Market over on the east side on Wednesday mornings. This week I’m taking buttons and handmade jewelry.

UPDATE MAY 8, 2016: that was a marketing lesson on choosing the right venue for my items… another vendor suggested slashing my prices, told me no one would pay more than 3 dollars for a pair of earrings… I had gemstones, crystals, real pearls, and sterling silver already priced ridiculously low… ear studs starting at $5! In all honesty, I think I could have priced everything at a buck each and STILL no one would do more than walk on by… their eyes were already on the ground looking at the next display. That flea market is the perfect venue for old junk laid out on tarps. I couldn’t even sell a button. I also left early because I made another mistake… I took one of those fold up stadium chairs to sit on and it was awful. My bones crunched when I sat down, so I was dealing with pain and stiffness for the rest of the day. So, axe THAT… flea market idea is off my list.

Then, on the first Friday of each month (at least this month, hopefully every month) I will be a street vendor selling buttons and my original art from 5 to 9 PM on Champion Street for the “First Friday Art Walk” near SOAP Gallery, which has a show opening that night, in beautiful downtown Youngstown.

I will also be bringing a button machine and special paper punch (it cuts precise circles out of actual photographs – or ye photo paper thick art papers – sized just right to go on buttons) to First Friday Art Walks so I can make 2.25″ button pins, magnets, pocket mirrors, bottle openers, and key chains (two types) right there on the spot.

So, BYO photos (good idea to have prints made first) if you want photo buttons made at Art Walk. Price is $2, your choice of back. Chains will also be available if you want to turn a bottle opener into a necklace.

If you are not in or near Youngstown, some of my original art is available online in my Webstore, but not on First Fridays, as odds are that I will put the store in vacation mode OR pull listings of what I plan to take for display on First Fridays, if a vacation mode is not available.

I’m also thinking about taking the mosaic guitar this week… maybe it will sell.


Wish me luck… and thanks for reading!

The Last Mother

On this, the official Mother’s Day in the year of our Lord 2015, I hereby resign from mothering grown ass people who are incapable of tending to their own basic needs.

In other words: “Buy your own rolls and roll your own.”

That’s rolls, as in toilet paper and cigarettes. How hard is it to comprehend? If you use a toilet, you will need some toilet paper. Ditto for smokers and tobacco products.

All I am saying is, jack it up the list of your personal priorities!

Now there is a difference between someone rolling off the last square a couple days before payday (maybe they had company or an unexpected virus) and someone who refuses to buy their own. It galls me because I have given this man MORE double rolls of good toilet paper out of my last pack than I have used myself. It REALLY galls me because that man just got his Social Security check on the first, blew all his money on God only knows what, and didn’t buy any toilet paper.

So, I did the “Elaine” thing… nope, sorry, can’t spare a square.

Okay. I wanted to say that… but, it came out backwards. I told him that I can spare some squares, but not a whole roll. He declined; said he would ask someone else.

See? That’s the thing. I can QUIT doing this mothering crap and they will find someone else, just as how they hit someone else up before me. It is a never ending saga. People who live by the Bum’s Rule (never buy for yourself what you can get off someone else) are NOT going to change. The only person affected by my resignation is me. They will survive, sink or swim, without me.

By the way, it is NOT just toilet paper, shampoo, razors, laundry soap, coffee, cigs, sandwiches, and other mothering stuff. I am tired of being hit up for petty cash – small loan here, small loan there, hey lady got a dollar? And it is NOT just one or two people hitting me up. I can’t do it anymore, so I am done. This branch of the First National Bank of Mothers is now officially and permanently CLOSED.

So, Happy Mother’s Day!

As for me, I have passed my torch on to my daughter. She’s the mom now… I’m just grandma.