Florida Dreamin'

Nothing like having some delicious citrus to brighten up the Winter blues!  This Key Lime pie recipe from Emeril is DELICIOUS and EASY!!  I made one for my Sister-In-Law for her Birthday, and everyone loved it!  I urge you to make it the next time you need a touch of tropical in the drab of a Midwest Winter!

Ingredients

• 1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
• 1/2 cup granulated sugar
• 4 tablespoons (1/2 stick butter) melted
• 2 (14-ounce) cans condensed milk
• 1 cup key lime or regular lime juice
• 2 whole eggs
• 1 cup sour cream
• 2 tablespoons powdered sugar
• 1 tablespoon lime zest

Directions

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F.

In a bowl, mix the graham cracker crumbs, sugar, and butter with your hands. Press the mixture firmly into a 9-inch pie pan, and bake until brown, about 20 minutes. Remove from the oven and allow to cool to room temperature before filling.

Lower the oven temperature to 325 degrees F.

In a separate bowl, combine the condensed milk, lime juice, and eggs. Whisk until well blended and place the filling in the cooled pieshell. Bake in the oven for 15 minutes and allow to chill in the refrigerator for at least 2 hours.

Once chilled, combine the sour cream and powdered sugar and spread over the top of the pie using a spatula. Sprinkle the lime zest as a garnish on top of the sour cream and serve chilled.

He Bares the Cone of Shame!

Oh, our poor little Escher.  We decided to go ahead and have his stomach tacked when he got neutered.  Stomach tacking is a procedure that is usually done in emergency situations when a dog's stomach flips upside down (gastric torsion), which is what ultimately resulted in Ollie's death.  However, it can be done as a preventative measure, and we wanted to reduce the risk of a repeat of Ollie's tragedy.  Sadly, this is what had to happen (Warning: don't continue to scroll down if you are squeamish about wounds):

That incision consists of 24 staples and is at least 7 inches long, and that is in addition to the incision from his neutering which is just some internal sutures.

Poor buddy.  He is tolerating the "cone of shame" very well, but we all can't wait until he can take it off. He is terrorizing Wembley with it, slamming into the backs of our knees with hard plastic, and scratching the paint off the walls as he runs into the corners.  He's a mess.

My baby jumped ship!

I don't know what it looks like on your computer, but my widget that has the baby countdown looks like our baby left the womb!  All I can see is this long umbilical cord and the baby is off in cyber space.  It's a little disturbing!  I want my baby back!  Mmmm, ribs . . . I want my baby back, baby back, baby back ribs.