This recipe is based on a 1-2-3 cookie recipe, measuring ingredients on a scale.
Set oven at 350 F
170 grams white sugar (1)
340 grams butter, room temp. (2)
510 grams all purpose flour (3)
1 large egg
juice and zest of one large lemon
5 ml vanilla
25 ml dried lavender (about 1.5 tablespoons)
Cream butter and sugar
Add egg and beat
Add lemon juice and zest, vanilla and whip until incorporated
Add lavender and mix well.
Add flour gradually until it is all incorporated.
Spoon out 1 inch (2.5 cm) balls (I use a small ice cream scoop), place on cookie sheet and press to between 1/2 to 1/4 inch high. Bake until cooked - about fifteen minutes. This recipe should make about 40 cookies depending on how large you make the cookies.
Have fun
Harvey
Monday, June 1, 2009
The Wig Experience
For this trip through chemo, Wendy decided that, while hats were wonderful, she would be open to new experiences and try a wig. So Friday morning we made the journey to visit the Hair Prosthesis Lady.
Wendy had her ideas about what she wanted (hot pink as proposed by the Smith men had already been nixed) but the catalogue offered a stunning variety of hair colours and styles all displayed on attractive models. Wendy prefers short hair and was looking for a colour that did not mimic her own – she thought silver. There were not many wigs that you could call ‘short’ mostly because the strands of ‘hair’ have to be long enough to cover the net foundation to which they are knotted. We also soon discovered that some styles didn’t suit Wendy’s face.
Some of the grays and whites looked quite strange on Wendy. The very attractive red (a deep mahogany colour) looked odd. One silvery white wig with a bit of a mullet was quite attractive. The Hair Prosthesis Lady fussed about with it, teasing and brushing to make it look even more attractive. I could see that Wendy was not fully convinced this was the right one, so we soldiered on.
Finally, we came to the moment. Out came a wig. Wendy rolled her eyes, but the Hair Prosthesis Lady smiled and put the wig on Wendy. Wow! Despite the flinching and the hesitation, Wendy looked in the mirror. Her look went from mild distaste to questioning with denial. She looked at herself from every angle. She asked for reassurance and looked again. Then she smiled. The cut and shape of the wig and the colour were perfect for her facial structure and colouring. But she had exposed her dirty little secret ….
Wendy was a closet BLONDIST!
The blonde Hair Prosthesis certainly changes her appearance. The Hair Prosthesis Lady trimmed the wig and shaped it slightly (she is also a licensed hairstylist) making it even better. Going blonde is such a cliché. Even my mother did it. Wendy was worried about becoming a blonde, even if for the next six months or so. Colleagues and acquaintances have almost all done a double take when first encountering a blonde Wendy; one friend encountered in a checkout line had to ask who she was.
So I’ve shared my one and only true blonde joke.
Why are blonde jokes one liners?
So brunettes can remember them.
Scroll down to the previous entry for a look.
Harvey
Wendy had her ideas about what she wanted (hot pink as proposed by the Smith men had already been nixed) but the catalogue offered a stunning variety of hair colours and styles all displayed on attractive models. Wendy prefers short hair and was looking for a colour that did not mimic her own – she thought silver. There were not many wigs that you could call ‘short’ mostly because the strands of ‘hair’ have to be long enough to cover the net foundation to which they are knotted. We also soon discovered that some styles didn’t suit Wendy’s face.
Some of the grays and whites looked quite strange on Wendy. The very attractive red (a deep mahogany colour) looked odd. One silvery white wig with a bit of a mullet was quite attractive. The Hair Prosthesis Lady fussed about with it, teasing and brushing to make it look even more attractive. I could see that Wendy was not fully convinced this was the right one, so we soldiered on.
Finally, we came to the moment. Out came a wig. Wendy rolled her eyes, but the Hair Prosthesis Lady smiled and put the wig on Wendy. Wow! Despite the flinching and the hesitation, Wendy looked in the mirror. Her look went from mild distaste to questioning with denial. She looked at herself from every angle. She asked for reassurance and looked again. Then she smiled. The cut and shape of the wig and the colour were perfect for her facial structure and colouring. But she had exposed her dirty little secret ….
Wendy was a closet BLONDIST!
The blonde Hair Prosthesis certainly changes her appearance. The Hair Prosthesis Lady trimmed the wig and shaped it slightly (she is also a licensed hairstylist) making it even better. Going blonde is such a cliché. Even my mother did it. Wendy was worried about becoming a blonde, even if for the next six months or so. Colleagues and acquaintances have almost all done a double take when first encountering a blonde Wendy; one friend encountered in a checkout line had to ask who she was.
So I’ve shared my one and only true blonde joke.
Why are blonde jokes one liners?
So brunettes can remember them.
Scroll down to the previous entry for a look.
Harvey
Searching for a Wig
For this trip through chemo, Wendy decided that, while hats were wonderful, she would be open to new experiences and try a wig. So Friday morning we made the journey to visit the Hair Prosthesis Lady.
Wendy had her ideas about what she wanted (hot pink as proposed by the Smith men had already been nixed) but the catalogue offered a stunning variety of hair colours and styles all displayed on attractive models. Wendy prefers short hair and was looking for a colour that did not mimic her own – she thought silver. There were not many wigs that you could call ‘short’ mostly because the strands of ‘hair’ have to be long enough to cover the net foundation to which they are knotted. We also soon discovered that some styles didn’t suit Wendy’s face.
Some of the grays and whites looked quite strange on Wendy. The very attractive red (a deep mahogany colour) looked odd. One silvery white wig with a bit of a mullet was quite attractive. The Hair Prosthesis Lady fussed about with it, teasing and brushing to make it look even more attractive. I could see that Wendy was not fully convinced this was the right one, so we soldiered on.
Finally, we came to the moment. Out came a wig. Wendy rolled her eyes, but the Hair Prosthesis Lady smiled and put the wig on Wendy. Wow! Despite the flinching and the hesitation, Wendy looked in the mirror. Her look went from mild distaste to questioning with denial. She looked at herself from every angle. She asked for reassurance and looked again. Then she smiled. The cut and shape of the wig and the colour were perfect for her facial structure and colouring. But she had exposed her dirty little secret ….
Wendy was a closet BLONDIST!
The blonde Hair Prosthesis certainly changes her appearance. The Hair Prosthesis Lady trimmed the wig and shaped it slightly (she is also a licensed hairstylist) making it even better. Going blonde is such a cliché. Even my mother did it. Wendy was worried about becoming a blonde, even if for the next six months or so. Colleagues and acquaintances have almost all done a double take when first encountering a blonde Wendy; one friend encountered in a checkout line had to ask who she was.
So I’ve shared my one and only true blonde joke.
Why are blonde jokes one liners?
So brunettes can remember them.
Harvey
Wendy had her ideas about what she wanted (hot pink as proposed by the Smith men had already been nixed) but the catalogue offered a stunning variety of hair colours and styles all displayed on attractive models. Wendy prefers short hair and was looking for a colour that did not mimic her own – she thought silver. There were not many wigs that you could call ‘short’ mostly because the strands of ‘hair’ have to be long enough to cover the net foundation to which they are knotted. We also soon discovered that some styles didn’t suit Wendy’s face.
Some of the grays and whites looked quite strange on Wendy. The very attractive red (a deep mahogany colour) looked odd. One silvery white wig with a bit of a mullet was quite attractive. The Hair Prosthesis Lady fussed about with it, teasing and brushing to make it look even more attractive. I could see that Wendy was not fully convinced this was the right one, so we soldiered on.
Finally, we came to the moment. Out came a wig. Wendy rolled her eyes, but the Hair Prosthesis Lady smiled and put the wig on Wendy. Wow! Despite the flinching and the hesitation, Wendy looked in the mirror. Her look went from mild distaste to questioning with denial. She looked at herself from every angle. She asked for reassurance and looked again. Then she smiled. The cut and shape of the wig and the colour were perfect for her facial structure and colouring. But she had exposed her dirty little secret ….
Wendy was a closet BLONDIST!
The blonde Hair Prosthesis certainly changes her appearance. The Hair Prosthesis Lady trimmed the wig and shaped it slightly (she is also a licensed hairstylist) making it even better. Going blonde is such a cliché. Even my mother did it. Wendy was worried about becoming a blonde, even if for the next six months or so. Colleagues and acquaintances have almost all done a double take when first encountering a blonde Wendy; one friend encountered in a checkout line had to ask who she was.
So I’ve shared my one and only true blonde joke.
Why are blonde jokes one liners?
So brunettes can remember them.
Harvey
Good Vibes Abound
Thanks to Jane and everyone else who created "Good Vibes" for me at Homeport B & B yesterday. It was great to feel the positive energy from everyone who was able to drop by, and others who sent them along.
Harvey and I enjoyed chatting with everyone; he was able to meet a number of people he's heard me talk about (good things only) and vice versa.
Harvey's contribution to the goodies was his lemon lavender cookies - Toby's cream cheese and cherry sandwiches were another crowd fav. And the photo collection Rose and Cheryl assembled was fun - including a few embarassing moments I didn't realize had been captured (as well as the ones I was aware of!)
For those not from Saint John, Homeport is spectacularly located overlooking the Harbour. We were in a new space sensitively built to connect 2 historic homes, with a great view of the gardens and harbour - and it was a beautiful sunny afternoon. Ralph and his staff are always great hosts and ambassadors for Saint John, and yesterday was no exception. You can find out more at www.homeport.nb.ca
Wendy
Harvey and I enjoyed chatting with everyone; he was able to meet a number of people he's heard me talk about (good things only) and vice versa.
Harvey's contribution to the goodies was his lemon lavender cookies - Toby's cream cheese and cherry sandwiches were another crowd fav. And the photo collection Rose and Cheryl assembled was fun - including a few embarassing moments I didn't realize had been captured (as well as the ones I was aware of!)
For those not from Saint John, Homeport is spectacularly located overlooking the Harbour. We were in a new space sensitively built to connect 2 historic homes, with a great view of the gardens and harbour - and it was a beautiful sunny afternoon. Ralph and his staff are always great hosts and ambassadors for Saint John, and yesterday was no exception. You can find out more at www.homeport.nb.ca
Wendy
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Newspaper Article
If you really want to read the article in the previous post, simply click on the picture and it will open in another screen is a readable size.
Harvey
Harvey
Uncommon Type of Breast Cancer
Not sure how readable this will be - recent article from one of the medical columns the newspaper publishes on the type of breast cancer I have, which fortunately is not common. Charming headline!One of the reasons I've volunteered for the peer support program with the Cancer Society is that they match you with people who have gone through a similar cancer experience, and this inflammatory type is rather rare. I've finished my training, after attending a workshop in Moncton on Saturday, and have forwarded all my information to be included in the national database, so that they can make matches. Something I hadn't realized is that they also provide support for caregivers through this program, which is a great service.
Wendy
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