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Posts tagged ‘biofuel’

This Is What Love Is

My husband started a biofuel business several years ago. It was and is his dream. He worked in IT for almost 30 years. During the last few of those he studied and planned this business.

He has worked all day everyday since quitting his last job and making his business model a reality. One year into the project we were out of money, credit and facing the closing of the business.

We had a sit down, serious talk.

Should he go back on contract with a computer firm or do we hang on a few more weeks on my paycheck?

As we talked, I weighed the options for myself. I hadn’t seen him this  happy for years. To close the business now would be a huge blow to him. Could we hang on?

We decided to turn the heat way down in the house.

Eldest son “The Chef” brought leftovers from his catering jobs and we ate from that. The kids all contributed what they could from their jobs. We hung on.

The business began to turn a profit.

Years later, he still works from early morning till late at night.

Last night he came in after midnight. He had spent a long day placing oil drums behind restaurants and training a new driver. After a hot shower and some food he climbed into bed and we cuddled up to keep warm.

We keep forgetting to turn the heat back up in the house.

This is gmom,

peace out.

In The Morning My House Looks Like The Bar Scene From Star Wars. (Recipe For Breakfast Bars)


It’s 3 a.m.

I hear the front door open and close.

Work boots pass over head.

Then a chair scrapes the floor.

Bart‘s home.

He stocking foots it to the laundry room where he strips off his oily work clothes.

I hear the shower go on….off.

He heads to bed for a few brief hours of sleep,  with the tv on.

I slip back into a semi-sleep until Hoo wakes at 6.

I hear Hoo’s bottle hit the floor around 6:30.

The signal he is up and ready for company.

This morning the kitchen looks like the bar scene from “Star Wars”.

It’s a busy day in the biofuel business.

Everyone is on deck.

The center of the constellation is the bossman.

My husband.

The most interesting, constantly evolving  person I know.

He drinks a coffee and nurses a morning headache but always keeps an upbeat attitude.

He sits in the dining room and reads the Wall Street Journal.

Bart rolls out of bed bare-chested in pajama pants and heads for the coffee.

He’s eats a big breakfast.

Eggs and steak or 3 grill cheeses.

Jonesy  knocks at the door ever polite, our fix it man, only 22 like Bart.

All smiles,

happy to make it for breakfast.

He eats whatever I put in front of him.

Genady, the Russian worker is smoking outside.

He never comes in the house.

I’ve stopped trying to get him to come in and instead let Bart take food out to him.

I wave and say “Morning” to him but all he says with his big smile is,

“Nice day,nice day”.

10 years in America and still no speakee English, yeah right!

Edward Norton‘s diatribe from “25th Hour” passes through my head when I see Genady and I wonder if he’s done time and that’s why he won’t come inside.

The last of the motley crew is Aldy, young and shy, and always stinking of trap grease.

I question Bart,

“Are you pouring oil over his head? How is he getting so filthy?”

“Aldy go change your clothes and take a shower man!”

He does and comes back with his thick hair slicked back.

Much better.

We are cornering the market on Tide and Oxyclean.

So another day begins as they all pile out to the trucks.

Genady and Bart lingering over coffee and a cigarette by their truck.

Waving to Hoo who stands by the screen door waving and calling to them.

I pick him up.

Come on big boy.

Time to get dressed.

These breakfast bars although not healthy enough to replace a well-balanced breakfast are good enough in a pinch or for those who won’t eat breakfast.

They make a great mid-morning snack too.

As you adjust the recipe to suit your own tastes just be aware that the recipe does not do well with flax or flax-seed or with drier cereals like chex.

Have a great week WP kids.

Be safe out there.

If you see an oil truck on the B’more streets be kind to them.

They are my boys!

Breakfast Bars


2 cups brown sugar  

1 cup peanut butter

1 cup butter

1/2 cup water

2 tablespoons vanilla extract

2 eggs

2 and 1/4 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

1 and 1/2 cup rolled oats

1 and 1/2 cup raisins

1 cup chocolate chips

6 cups Honey Nut Cheerios

1.Preheat oven to 375 F

2. In a large bowl mix the sugar, peanut butter, water, vanilla, and eggs.

Combine the flour, baking soda and salt.

Mix into the batter.

Mix in oats, raisins, chocolate chips.

Bars unbaked by the 1/2 to 3/4 cupfuls on the bake sheet

Carefully stir in the cereal.

Drop 1/2 cupfuls of batter onto ungreased cookie sheet leaving space between bars.

3. Bake for 12-14 minutes until bars are browned at edges.

Let cool completely on cookie sheet before moving to storage bags.

Terrific Breakfast Bars with Coffee

This is gmom, Cujo and family,

Peace out.


Cujo not allowed in the kitchen with so many people underfoot

Bart’s Vegas trip:What Would You Do? (slideshow)


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(for more on single and gorgeous 22 year old Bart read:Bart’s into Biofuels)

I was reading someone’s blog,
about what you might want
to do,
before you die.

Not too much,
I thought.

But looking at Bart’s pics from Vegas,
I thought,
Do I want to travel?”

See Las Vegas?

Or the Grand Canyon

Touch a dolphin?

Or witness another beautiful sunrise,
and stay to watch
it set?

What haven’t I done,
that I want to do?

I think I just want to see
the same faces,
I see everyday,

Starlite Star Bright

Today was a good day.
The Chef, husband to Moonbeam, and father to 18mth old Starlite, called early.
Not the chatty sort he skirted politely around the true reason for his call. He and Moonbeam wanted to go to the movies and needed a babysitter for Starlite,could I do it.
Ummmm..let me think about about it…
Starlite the first grandchild. The fairy child of the wispy dark hair and sparkling blue eyes…and eight teeth.
Starlite truly one of God’s better ideas.
She shines, she glows,she poops her pants and grabs my glasses when given the chance. But we love her so.
Each smile she bestows could not be more precious if a true princess bestowed one upon us.
We went to the park.

There we met up with my daughter Eggs and baby HooHoo.
HooHoo, blue eyed and dark haired, he looks to be channeling Ringo Starr with his mop top.
He is a little treasure and tries hard to please us with appropriate laughter.
He’s 9 mths old.
HooHoo how hard we try to make him happy.
Such a serious little man.
I see my daughter’s relief when he laughs, if he is laughing he must be okay.
His weighty expression lifts briefly.
HooHoo,darling boy already world-weary.
I wish I could take him home and love him forever.
I wish he were mine to take.
I wish Starlite’s kisses would erase some of HooHoo’s sadness.

Bart’s into Biofuels

Yes he is. That little squirt of a boy.
Number 5,trampled by the Chef, crowded out by the Professor’s ever ready and adorable smile,and getting head banged by Eggs whenever she could get a lick in.
That little clever handed tyke. Always doing something suspicious. Taking something apart, investigating wires and loops of electronics and never mischevious just so curious.
I think he was born with a pliers in one hand and a small pocket knife in the other.
Probably cut his own umbilical cord.
Now a young man.
Rocking and rolling and figuring out the world around him the same way he did as a tot.
One step at a time.
Thoughtful and unhurried,
methodical and mostly positive.
When he gets ready for work he’s in jeans and a black tee.
Aviator sunglasses and a baseball cap pulled low.
A dark shadow over his unshaven 22 year old face.
Smokes a cigarette before he heads out,
and pockets a switchblade.
It’s midnight.

I have to laugh to myself.
You look like the unibomber darling.

He smiles.
My heart warms to see the little boy,
still inside him.

He’s a surprise,
he’s smart and funny,
and scary as hell.

No one bothers Bart.

That’s why he can do what he does.
He’s the oil guy at our house.
Family business wouldn’t run without our guy,
now Dad’s right hand foreman.

Rock on Bart keep those B’more streets spankin’.

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