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Today I’m guest posting over at CougarMicrobes.com for the first, but hopefully not only time.

So there’s not much to see here, but I will share the recipe for the rhubarb pear crisp which went over so very well, rather than letting it languish in the comments on an older post. There should also be a new update of One More Morning later today.

Pear Rhubarb Crisp

(If anyone wants this in metric, let me know and I’ll do the conversions.)

Fruit base:
4 cups chopped rhubarb
2 cups chopped pears (recommend Taylor or Bartlett for sweetness)
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 tsp orange extract

1 tbsp butter, cut into small pieces
1/2 tsp cinnamon

Crumbled topping:
1/2 cup melted butter
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 tsp vanilla extract
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 1/3 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/3 cups oats

Butter the base and halfway up the sides of a 9″ by 13″ baking dish. Mix together the fruit base ingredients (if the pears are not juicy, you may wish to add a little bit of apple juice, but no more than 1/4 cup) and layer in the baking dish.

Mix the flour, oats, salt and baking soda in one bowl and the butter, sugar and vanilla in another, then combine and stir well. Layer this over the top of the fruit mixture.

Bake at 375°F for 40 minutes.

Serve hot with vanilla ice cream (recommend Edy’s Slow-Churned) or frozen yogurt (recommend Perry’s All-Natural).

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(This is a guest post from francoBeans, one of my favorite bloggers.)

Hey.  How you doin?  Nice to meet you.

I’m a little nervous.  Can you tell?  This is my first time, so be gentle with me.

Actually, who am I kidding?  Feel free to ravage me like the band aids did Patrick Fugit in Almost Famous.


Now, why am I here?  I’m here to bring some very pressing information to your attention.  No, I’m not talking about pig flu.  There’s a much more significant threat to the public welfare.  As reported by Variety, even reality [TV] producers say they’re out of ideas.

I’ll wait for your hearts to be still.

Even though at first glance I may seem like the reality-TV-hater prototype, I’m actually pretty far from it.  If you ever saw Finding Forrester, there’s a scene where Forrester answers a challenge to his reading of The National Enquirer by claiming it was “dessert.”  And what’s one of the best parts of being an adult?  Dessert, whenever you want.  And so, sometimes, I get a hankering that nothing other than TV that keeps it real can cure.

So to hear that reality TV is out of ideas?  Insert *heartbreak*.  They’re even bringing “Who Wants to be a Millionaire?” out of syndication.  I just won’t have it, kids.  I just won’t sit on my couch for it.  Regis Philbin is a broadcast disaster.  I don’t like his face or the fact that he breathes, for that matter.

With a toad-like vocal timbre, Tom Brokaw often interrupts purposeful, interesting broadcasts to reminisce about the Greatest Generation — a generation of men and women who survived two of the biggest challenges this nation has ever faced.  Well, this is our moment.  This is our time.

And this is my offering: The Real World – DC.

2008_0228_realworldNow now, we’re not going to be funded by MTV.  We’re also not going to do it anything like Bunim-Murray Productions does it.  We’re going to do this like The Cosby Show did that episode where they tried to show Theo what the real world would be like.

Remember it?  It was called “Theo’s Holiday.”  They turned the house into the reality a grown-up would face, complete with Rudy as Mrs. Griswold, a banker.  Because what “real world” experience allows you to become a celebrity just because you lived in an awesome house you didn’t pay rent for and you got into a bar fight, and then constantly invites you to do stupid human tricks every summer in exotic locations?  None, that’s what.

In case you’re wondering, this will be a no-budget production scrapped together with whatever equipment and personnel we can find amongst ourselves and our friends and scattered across the streets of DC.

Since I’m not a huge fan of being in front of the camera, I will not be one of the seven strangers.  This is where you come in.  Do you want to be one of these strangers?  Do you have a camera with flash (the iPhone does not).  A camcorder, maybe?  How about an empty house (the safety of the neighborhood is not determinative — fear of senseless crime and screaming, confrontational locals is real, and that’s how I keep it).  Oh, and we need someone to be in charge of snacks, like crackers and stuff for late nights in the edit room (read: my kitchen).

This is my heart, bleeding before you.  This is me down on my knees. Will you join me?  Will you help me keep reality TV as real it deserves to be?  Or will you stand idly by as TV that keeps it real, goes off?

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Today you were going to be entertained by a guest post from fellow blogger FrancoBeans. However, prep for this event was trumped by our dealing with Sick Toddler.


Looks sick running around grinning like that , doesn’t he? I can assure you, though, that is a bona fide pediatrician’s exam room in the background.

Poor little guy has an ear infection, and this led to much much screaming both during last night and on waking this morning. We have ear drops and Motrin and antibiotics, though, so hopefully he’ll get a better night tonight.

I’ve also been battling a nasty virus of some description (and D has too), but other than being majorly tired, I seem to be doing better for the most part.

So yeah. There will still be a guest post from FB sometime in the near future. Watch this space! 🙂

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