Friday, October 07, 2011

Your BloomingtonGirl Needs You...Okay, She Needs Your Money

Loyal Readers,  you are probably wondering what the picture to the left signifies.  Has your BloomingtonGirl become a baseball player?  A baseball fan?  A photographer of balls on a plate?

No, silly ones.  This picture is part of a promotion for the Bloomington Playwrights Project Annual PlayOffs!  On Friday October 21, nine playwrights will assemble at the BPP in the early evening and will be thrown a "pitch"  consisting a line of dialogue and a prop that must be incorporated into a ten minute play. The playwrights then draft directors and actors to be on their team.  THEN, we head home to write fast because the script has to be submitted by 7AM the next morning so the directors and actors can rehearse.  The play goes up that very same night.  Phew!  It's a whirlwind.

Your BloomingtonGirl wrote (a brilliant short play) for this event a couple of years ago and had a great time doing it.  This time, Your BloomingtonGirl want to raise lots of money because it's a good cause and (mostly) because Your BloomingtonGirl is CRAZY COMPETITIVE!

Here's where you come in, Loyal Ones.  Click on the link below and support me by donating some green to the cause in my name.  Make sure to mention that you are donating because you love your BloomingtonGirl, or if you prefer,  you can donate in the name of my alias, Joni McGary.  Now, here's the exciting part:  (are you ready?)

For each donation of $25 or more, you will receive a dozen of your favorite cookies, brownies or muffins from your BloomingtonGirl's very own

 LuckyGuy Bakery

(Think HoosierMama Brownies, Oatmeal Jacksons, Spicy Chocolate Snaps, Amazing Chocolate Chip Cookies, HomeMade English Muffins, Biscotti...)

I will keep tabs on who is donating and contact you OR you can send me an email with your email and your address.

Please do this!  I want to send you cookies and I know you want to have them.  I know it.

Here's the link:


I thank you from the bottom of my heart and I know that you will thank me from the bottom of your tummy.


Sunday, October 02, 2011

Green Tomato Cake?

Green Tomato Cake.  Who knew?  I'll be baking up some of this yumminess tomorrow to use up the bags and bags of green tomatoes we have.  Damn the frost, which cares not a hoot for Your BloomingtonGirl and her poor overworked Kitchen Frau Hands.  

Today, Chris and I chopped about 12 pounds of green tomatoes, green peppers, red peppers, onions and cabbage for Linton Hopkins' ChowChow relish, one of the vehicles for the tiresome green tomatoes.  Hopkins'  ChowChow is amazing and delicious - I've made it a few times before - but the prep work is a %$!@#, if you know what I mean.  

We were short on red bell peppers from our garden so we used some red hot peppers that we had.  I donned gloves for that portion of the chopping but the right glove apparently had a hole in it and my right palm is ON FIRE.  If I were an adolescent boy in Catholic school, I'd think I were being punished for you know what and going straight to hell.  

In other news, this weekend has been a whirl of all sorts of things wifely and maternal.  Jack had his birthday sleepover last night.  Five 11-ish year old boys arrived mid-afternoon yesterday and were picked up late morning today.  I'm happy to report that a great time was had by all of the boys.  I'm not surprised but not happy to report that as soon as everyone left, Jack had a complete and profound meltdown.  This happens every time after a sleepover and each time it happens (which is, I remind you, EVERY TIME) Chris and I  say we aren't going to allow another sleepover , and then we forget - well, I forget, more accurately and allow one -  and the cycle continues.  Jack really throws himself into the day-after-sleep-deprived-let-down-from-all-the-excitment "fit", having inherited, unfortunately, Your BloomingtonGirl's impressive TEMPER.  For those of you who haven't experienced my temper first hand, you'll just have to take it on faith that when Your BloomingtonGirl gets really angry, it ain't pretty.  My daughter Meg once said, "When you get mad, you can be a scary little person."  I wish this weren't the case and I really, really (reallyreallyreally) wish that Jack had not inherited this gene, but if wishes were horses....

I suspect that being a woman of a certain age, hormones are playing a role in my volatility, but I've been like this since I was a little kid.  A very wise person characterized me once with that little rhyme...

"There once was a girl with a curl in the middle of her forehead.  
When she was good, she was very, very good.  
And when she was bad she was horrid!"

Good thing I'm a good cook and that good food is very (VERY) important to my husband.  Otherwise, he might not overlook my fits quite as much, right?  

Okay, it's late and time for bed.  I have to get up early and can CHOWCHOW and make Green Tomato Cake.  (Every now and then, I read these sentences and am rather shocked and amazed that Your EAST COAST BloomingtonGirl is living in the HeartLand canning things and making cakes from garden vegetables.  I just felt the need to point out that occasional disconnect.)

Nighty Night, Loyal Readers.