Nightly Stella Mightly

Tonight, before brushing her teeth and going to sleep, Stella might:

  • Fix dinner, do dishes,  launder clothes, clean up, an prep for tomorrow.

Or, she might:

  • Order take out, be happy for an hour or two, toast to friends, enjoy a slice, watch an episode of retro noir on Netflix.

Hmm… What might you do nightly?

About this post: I wrote this on my phone, lying in bed, while watching Sabrina the Teenage Witch on Netflix tonight. I took the photo while walking past a unique shop earlier this evening. This is all part of a personal challenge to create daily this month. I am tired. Good night.

Stella’s Visitor – Act 5

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“Walk with me, Stella,” purred the blue cat. “Let me share something with you.”

Still grappling with the reality of a world with talking animals and no sun, Stella simply nodded and kept pace with her new azure companion as it shared with her a cautionary tale.

Stella listened for hours and learned of the continuing changes to this world’s landscape and the curious population.

“Our forbears suffered for thousands of years as their lives were drenched in greed, hate, and despair. Eventually, a mighty civil war fractured our democratic republic,” the cat told Stella as they walked.

Stunned yet curious, Stella wondered aloud, “How did this happen?”

The cat flicked its bushy blue tail and continued, “Humans grew increasingly hostile to outsiders. They began to fear and distrust their neighbors and build barriers between regions. Their paranoia increased with their isolation as did the wars. Clans continued to live separately, limiting their bloodline, denying progress made by others, and eventually their societies collapsed under the weight of such historical ignorance.”

Stella stopped to consider the folly of the humans and the azure feline with glowing opals looking up at her. She quietly asked, “So, what happened to the humans?”

“During those dark ages, as borders were constantly being redrawn with blood and as their youth continued to lose their lives, humans eventually lost hold of their dominance within the animal kingdom. And that is also when our world was visited by those from the first dominion.”

Stella halted and looked up at the chartreuse sky. “You mean there is life out there?”

“Of course. There has always been. But more to the point, they have returned.”

Stella stopped and asked, “How do you know?”

“Simple,” the cat purred. “They have sent a new ambassador.”

“Really? Where? When?’

The cat smiled and looked towards Stella’s door floating along the glistening horizon. “Yes. Here. Now. She landed in your dining room just moments ago.”

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Today’s post is the fifth and final act in this particular story, “Stella’s Visitor.”

I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed before I created the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet.

Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo.

Stella’s Visitor – Act 4

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Stella had fallen asleep. She was laying on the floor in the moonlight. She didn’t realize it, but she was also curled next to the meteorite that had mysteriously broke through her dining room window earlier in the day.

Breathing softly, Stella dreamed of vast flowing landscape. She saw hills of green sand dotted with strands of purple reeds. Looking up, she found no sun but watched as a gaggle of speckled orange geese glide past.

She listened as the geese discussed the timing for their next stop. The geese were planning to stop in northern Nevada. She understood the geese. They were going to Reno.

Stella looked down to find a blue cat staring up at her. The cat asked her, “Where are you?”

“I don’t know,” replied Stella.

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Today’s post is the fourth part from the continuing saga about “Stella’s Visitor.”

I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed before I created the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet.

Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo!

Stella’s Visitor – Act 3

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“Seriously, mom. I think this thing is a meteorite, and it’s sounds like it is singing.”

“Well, Stella, sounds to me like you’ve got a mess,” countered her homebound 81-year-old mother.

Well, mom, it does look wet. And I think it is starting to stink,” replied Stella as she leaned toward the thrumming rock lodged into the floor of her dining room. She stepped back and winced as her nostrils began to burn. “Yep. There is a definite funk in the air.”

Her mom took a deep breath before making the curt proposal, “Stella. Can’t you just pick it up and throw it back out the window?”

“Hmm,” considered Stella. “I think I smell something like snips and snails and puppy dog tails. This odd odor and the sounds emanating from the meteor make me feel light-headed. Perhaps, I’ll take a nap…”

Her mom was having none of it. “Cut the crap, Stella, and roll that thing outside before it starts growing hair.”

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Today’s post is the third part from the continuing saga about “Stella’s Visitor.”

I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed and before creating the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet.

Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo!

Mr. & Mrs. B’s Bourbon Balls—a recipe for fun and friendship.

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Growing up, I remember all the yummy, tasty gifts that would arrive during the holiday season. You know, trays of treats and canisters of confections that friends of the family would deliver while spending some time visiting with the folks. One family in particular, the B’s, always brought over Panettone and bourbon balls.

Those bourbon balls were legendary in their power over the palate (and senses)! As a distilled confection, my mom would store them in glass Mason jars in the freezer. She would break them out after dinner on special occasions to be enjoyed by all the adults. While my sister and I were only allowed one during the holidays, we would pilfer those jars throughout the year!

As life started to pass by, I realized my love of those bourbon balls had endured through boys, sign-language courses, several jobs and a cat. A food-memory if you will. I associated them with a wonderful time and fabulous friends. I started to crave these goodies and share their distilled deliciousness with my friends.

I put in a few calls and ended up on the phone with Mrs. B. She waited patiently on the line while I scrawled her recipe on a scrap of paper. I think she was tickled with the request. I’m not sure whether it was because her family tradition had made such an impression or simply that the recipe was not all that secret. I know it was a bit of both. I was giddy from the gift of friendship from the 90-proof confections!

While I’ve already told the tale of how this spirited treat has infused my dreams, I am happy to report that I have found that scrap of paper. So, while you (and @MagicBartender) may already know the recipe, here is the one that has had my mind marinating for a while now:

Mr. & Mrs. B’s Bourbon Balls

Ingredients:

2 1/2 cups vanilla wafers

1 cup walnuts

2/3 cup good bourbon (I’m partial to JD and counsel away from the bottled bird. Otherwise it’s your game.)

1 cup confectioner’s sugar (that’s powdered sugar for the Gen-Xers)

3 tablespoons cocoa powder

2 tablespoons light corn syrup

Various toppings, confectioners & crystallized sugars to roll the balls in for presentation.

Directions:

Pulverize wafers with a mallet (or use a food processor) and put in big bowl. Grind walnuts (use a food processor this time) and add them to the wafer crumbs.

Blend the remaining ingredients (except the various toppings) for 10 minutes and add to the crumby bowl.

Mix all the ingredients well. This step can be fun yet messy using your hands or quick and even using a big bowl mixer or a food processor. Either way, lapping up the sticky mixture is quite the treat. Tip? Think of the end-user. Hands only for the solo hoarders. Mixers for mixed company.

Then, let it all sit and stew. Both the mixture and you. Drink a few shots and shoot the breeze with your family, friends or the cat. However, don’t get carried away and don’t throw darts. You’ve got to get all the mixture rolled into balls and rolled again in any toppings.

Turning the strong-smelling chocolate mess into handsome balls of fun takes quite a bit of time. You’ll need to prep a clean flat surface (waxed paper on cookie trays or your husband’s recently-cleared desk).

Roll the mixture into 1 inch balls (use a spoon or one of those nifty cookie dough scoops). [Note added after original post: Cookie dough scoops just won’t cut it. Use a teaspoon and the palm of your hands to roll into balls. Yes, this is messy. Use some of those plastic, food service gloves. Place the balls on the waxed paper.

Roll in the topping(s) of your choice. Gaze at your work and decide who deserves them enough to receive as gifts. Divvy them up and store in airtight containers for at least 24 hours before serving or delivering them to the lucky ones.

If delivering past the porch, please do not eat these balls and drive!

Special thanks to Mr. & Mrs. B for all the special memories and that beautiful, ball-shaped, crystal serving dish!

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You’ve had those kind of dreams, right?

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Before a certain time, back in San Francisco, I had a dream where I was a completely other type of person. You’ve had those kind of dreams, right? So, this other Stephanie lived the mod lifestyle and drove a Vespa. She was still a skinny minnie and loved candy apple colored stilettos. She and her roommate, Ivonne, served martinis every Friday after work while dancing to samba music. Hmmm… I miss those dreams! Dream room also by Steph Abbott.