January 11

A couple of years ago when Superman decided he was going to purchase me a vehicle for our Anniversary, instead of the huge diamond ring I wanted, I decided I’d go with a small SUV.

I pouted for the longest time, ’cause diamonds are forever, and Superman got me something that was going to break down, rust or need some sort of maintainance  at regular intervals.

Diamonds just sit on your finger and sparkle.


I really didn’t think I’d enjoy it, but Internet, I heart it.

I like not having to mush myself down into a car, or hoist myself up into a huge vehicle.


January 10

About 10-15 years ago, our family began playing  a game called Christmas bingo.

To play Christmas bingo, first gather all sorts of  gifties.

Gifties like…

Clear shower curtain rings from the Goodwill

A box of Stetson cologne

A bag of peanut M&M’s

or my favorite

A bottle of lotion from Bath and Body

All these are wrapped and put in a pile.

Then you will need a blank bingo card, and a list of things that pertain to Christmas that everyone  can fill in where ever they want.

Once your card is personalized, the game begins.

Items will be called till someone bingo’s.

Once you bingo, you get to pick a gift.

The next person that bingo’s has the option of either taking your gift or getting one of their own.

If your Sister takes your bottle of lotion from you numerous times, your out of luck.

Till you take it back…muahahahahhahaha

This goes on till all the gifts are opened.

And while Sister was here for Christmas we played.

Guess who got the clear shower curtain hooks from the Goodwill and  hasn’t used her bottle of lotion yet?


January 9

The government didn’t waste any time getting me my 1040.

It arrived Monday.

Maybe it has something to do with that $700 billion bail out.

Lucky me!

It’s Friday, Internet and I’m nosy.

How do you file your taxes?


H & R Block?

The old fashioned way through the mail?

Have a friend do them for you?

Tell me, I must know!

January 8

Internet, I must profusely apologize.

I didn’t answer your question last night at 6.

I have a good reason.


And by life I mean that the girl and I sat down to eat supper watching Mentalist that we had DVR’d, and who wants to get up from the couch and answer a question when they are looking at this?


Obviously not me.

So, the answer to your question is that all of it is left except for 2 packages of the Snickers.

I see many of you didn’t think I had the will power, but  I have to make it last till at least Feb. 14th, then it will all be replenished.

My dad’s mom grew up during the depression.

Frugality was the word of time.

When she got married and began having children of her own, she remained frugal.

She watered down ketchup.

She watered down orange juice.

She watered down pancake syrup.

Dad made us his breakfast of champions.   One egg…fried, and 1 slice of toast….LIGHTLY buttered.

Sister and I rarely got pancakes, and when we did, they weren’t fluffy or thick.

They were more like thick crepes.

As I got older, I began to beg Dad to make them thicker please… please….. please because I really wanted my butter to sink into something and not melt into the tiny puddle of syrup that we were allotted.

Now that I am making my own pancakes, like these Sour Cream Banana pancakes that Karen of Something Sweet by Karen picked for today’s Barefoot Bloggers, I make them thick and fluffy.

Here at the house of Chocolate, we eat our pancakes like this…

  • poke holes in your pancakes all over with a knife
  • pour steaming hot syrup over the pancakes, so that it oozes into the holes
  • slather at least 3 tbsp. of butter  on them, making sure that the melting butter sinks into the holes as well
  • gobble

These Sour Cream Banana Pancakes were no exception.

Thick, fluffy, and slightly tangy.

Oh, they were so good.

So quick to throw together.

Wanna see how I did it?

Banana Sour Cream Pancakes


  • 1 1/2 cups flour
  • 3 tablespoons sugar
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt
  • 1/2 cup sour cream
  • 3/4 cup plus 1 tablespoon milk ( I didn’t use the tbsp. of milk, I added a tbsp. of vanilla instead)
  • 2 extra-large eggs
  • 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
  • 1 teaspoon grated lemon zest (didn’t have this, so it was omitted)
  • Unsalted butter
  • 2 ripe bananas, diced, plus extra for serving
  • Pure maple syrup


Sift together the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. In a separate bowl, whisk together the sour cream, milk, eggs, vanilla, and lemon zest. Add the wet ingredients to the dry ones, mixing only until combined.

Melt 1 tablespoon of butter (I used ghee here) in a large skillet over medium-low heat until it bubbles. Ladle the pancake batter into the pan to make 3 or 4 pancakes. Distribute a rounded tablespoon of bananas on each pancake. Cook for 2 to 3 minutes, until bubbles appear on top and the underside is nicely browned. Flip the pancakes and then cook for another minute until browned. Wipe out the pan with a paper towel, add more butter (ghee) to the pan, and continue cooking pancakes until all the batter is used. Serve with sliced bananas, butter and maple syrup.

These pancakes are great for a brunch or a lazy Saturday morning.


January 7

Christmas and New Years is over with.

Ma’s birthday party is over with.

Sister has gone back home.

Now what?

Now I think I will show you what I got for Christmas.

Tell me, how much do you think is left?

The answer tonight at 6.


January 6

I have always been a quick study.

School was always boring because I only needed to be told once and I got it, so  I never studied.


Well, maybe a bit in college, but that was because there were a lot of cute boys in the study group.

It was in the 7th grade when I first discovered the library.

The little school that I attended, had a library that was just across the hall from my English class.

I spent a lot of time in that library.

Reading and checking out books.

They weren’t your ordinary classics  like Dickens, Austin,  Poe or Bronté.

They were Harlequin Romance trash and I devoured every. single. book. they. had.

I got an education that year, but I don’t think it was the kind that my parents had hoped I’d get.

I learned about long hair, and damsels in distress and the beautiful men that rescued them.

I learned about struggling horse ranch owners in the middle of nowhere, and the beautiful men who rescued them.

I learned about sailors and merchants.

I learned about castles and knights, fair maidens, and tarts.

Not the French Pear tart that I made for TWD, but naughty women who were….well, naughty.

Our own illustrious Dorie Greenspan who’s book we bake out of every Tuesday, chose today’s recipe.

I didn’t fiddlefart with this recipe.   I made it straight out of the book.

We are having it for dessert this evening, so I will let you know just how great it tastes.

OH…PS…I don’t have a tart pan (Santa didn’t bring me one) so I used the next best thing.

My spring form pan.

It is so quick to put together.   So simple, yet so elegant.

Go check out Dories blog, and get this recipe.

Finished with supper, and guests have left.    I have to say that this tart was fabulous.   Just fabulous.   I absolutely will be making this again.


January 5

For the last 2 months or so, Sister, Dad and I have been planning a surprise birthday party for Ma.

We are  devious cunning wily foxy sneaky like that.

Sister and I told Ma that we were going to have a “day out together”~~which we did…

Dad told her that there was going to be a “baby shower” over there, so she wouldn’t be suspicious about cars and noise.

Hey!   There was a party going on.

He even set up this elaborate ruse of a letter and rental money for the use of the building.

She bought it, hook. line. and sinker.

She was surprised.

And  got great gifties.

Best of all, we got to celebrate 60 years of knowing a wonderful woman with friends, family, food and laughter.

Happy Birthday Ma.


January 4

Internet, meet my dad’s brother Bob.   He and his lovely wife Nancy were at my parents yesterday.

Bob is the kindest, sweetest, most gentlemanliest man I have ever met.

He is also one of the most orneriest men I have ever met.

Uncle Bob likes to tell the story of his brush with the law.

It seems that when he was a teenager, he, his cousin Bobbie Gossett, and cousin Bobbie  Goodman were all riding around the neighborhood on the back of a scooter/moped type thing.

A police man saw all three of them on it, and he pulled them over.

He said “Boys, you know there isn’t supposed to be three of you on that thing.    What’s your name?” as he pointed to Uncle Bob.

“Bob”, came the reply.

The police man pointed to cousin Bob Gossett.   “What’s your name?”

Again, the reply was “Bob”.

The police man was not amused, and as he pointed to Bobbie Goodman and said “What’s your name?”, we all know what he answered.

Exasperated, the police man said “Boys! That’s not funny!!   I’m going to have to take you down to the station and call your parents.”

So he pointed to Uncle Bob and said “What’s your dad’s name?”

Bob came the reply.

Bob was the reply from all three boys.

You see there are 17 Bob’s on dad’s side of the family.

I almost named Chefboy Bob, but I figured he’d get lost in the crowd.


January 3

You couldn’t tell it by looking at this picture, but Sister has an ornery streak a mile wide.

Ever since Sister and I began driving, she has taken me on what I like to call wild, nail biting, gut wrenching, blood pressure shooting, scary rides.

Sister calls them “adventures”.

Sister needs a wee dose of reality, and a GPS!

Today, Sister and I are going out for a day to ourselves.

I’m driving!


January 2

Hello, my name is Chocolatechic, and I’m a carboholic.

In my carboholic state, I have gained about 10 pounds in the last 2 months.

How did I do that???

Two words internet…

Rolls and mashed potatoes.

Cookies and Hungarian Nutloaf.

Corn casserole and Hash Brown Potato Casserole.

Did I mention Rolls and mashed potatoes?

It’s Friday, Internet, and I am nosy.

What food do you always have seconds of,  even when you know you’ve had enough?


January 1

Happy New Year, Internet!

Did’ja stay up late?

Did’ja watch the ball drop?

Or did’ja fall asleep on the couch at 10:30 like I did?

I tried, Internet, I tried so hard to stay awake, but I’m one of those ‘early to bed…early to rise’ kinda people.

Did’ja  make any New Years Resolutions?

I don’t even bother.

Know why?

‘Cause Queen of DeNile + Princess of Procrastination – Will Power = Grade A Slacker

What are some of your goals for the coming year?

I need to know, so I can live vicariously through you.