What is a monkeybox?
When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.
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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Unexpected Snow Day
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I am so living vicariously through those of you getting snow... I miss it and wish I could feel stuck in doors... and get some stuff done!
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We had a snow day, too....few and far between in the Carolina's. I just posted my tribute. Today is going to be my cookie and hot chocolate day since I didn't get to hunker down the whole day Thursday. I agree with you on the recipe thing! I hate when they exaggerate the outcome of the recipe. Makes 72 pieces, ya right if they are the size of your pinky! Geesh! LOL
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