Trim 12 paper muffin cup liners to half of their height.
Place 1/2 chocolate chips in a microwave safe container. Microwave for 2 minutes, stirring after each minute. Spoon melted chocolate into muffin cups, filling halfway. With a spoon, draw the chocolate up the sides of the cups until evenly coated. Cool in the refrigerator until firm.
In a small bowl, mix together peanut butter, confectioners’ sugar and salt. divide into the chocolate cups. Melt the remaining chocolate, and spoon over peanut butter. Spread chocolate to edges of cups.
This is where I work from home. At our kitchen table.
I’ve learned I cannot work on the couch or in bed. Give me ten minutes, then my head starts bobbing.
There’s a stack of books to be read in the chair by the window. My current library book (by Kathi Appelt) is on the table beneath the Rubik’s cube. I actually solved that cube two weeks ago. I didn’t remove single sticker either.
I had some help, from an online video – made by a kid. Alas, with five of my own, it was a temporary triumph. So there it sits, scrambled.
But I have plans for that cube. Oh yes I do, of the writerly type. Did you know the Rubik’s cube is 25 years old this year?
I have so many projects going at the moment, it is hard to know where to start.
Little did I know giving my daughter a doll house for her birthday would turn up some old ghosts.
I walked through the house tonight collecting toys, socks, and papers as I always do after the kids hit the hay. M’s had her dollhouse two days, and here I’d already found the mama and the master bed, upside down, on my hardwood floor a couple rooms over. I picked them up, carried them back to where they belonged. Thinking for a moment where M might want them, I tucked the mama in bed in the upstairs bedroom.
A prickle ran up my spine. The dolls don’t forget…
A book I read decades ago, rushed back. Leaving me with a case of the creeps.
Betty Ren Wright, you scared me silly. Again.
I read The Dollhouse Murders in the 80’s. It is perhaps the only book I’ve chucked across the room then burrowed beneath the covers. With my light on. Quaking, but unable to stop reading. Spooked, but somehow loving it. Thankful for amazing storytelling.
However, if M ever wants to read this book, I’ll strongly suggest daytime.
Have you thought of a book from your childhood recently? If so, what?
I’m revising a few picture books. For real people. Funny how a person can’t rush ideas or creativity.
Of course, showing up to work is part of it. I don’t know about you, but I can think and stew for months then one day while enjoying a warm paraffin pedicure folding my seventh pair of stinky boy gym socks, some crucial element clicks into place.
But it seems to take forever. Or I’m just impatient.
The above photo is boy #4 with his pet for a day, Mr. Ruffles. He came up with the name on his own. Honest.
Perhaps he needs to wear stinky gym socks like his brothers.
Also, Author and illustrator Lindsay Barrett George is giving away 1 free school visit to anywhere in the country. Details here. Be sure to tell your school librarians.