Chocolate Pumpkin Truffles

Here's the recipe:
  • 2 1/2 cups crushed vanilla wafers
  • 1 cup ground almonds
  • 3/4 cup sifted powdered sugar
  • 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
  • 1 cup NESTLE® TOLL HOUSE® Semi-Sweet Chocolate Morsels, melted
  • 1/2 cup LIBBY'S® 100% Pure Pumpkin
  • 1/3 cup coffee flavored liqueur
  1. COMBINE crushed cookies, ground almonds, 1/2 cup powdered sugar and cinnamon in medium bowl. Blend in melted chocolate (Follow melting direction on NESTLE package,) pumpkin and coffee liqueur. Shape into 1-inch balls. Refrigerate. Dust with remaining powdered sugar just before serving.
It's two days before Thanksgiving and making truffles is the only thing I've gotten done. I'd like holidays more if they weren't so much work. A cleaning lady is what I need. I love the cooking part but cleaning up before and after is not my bag.

It's been so wet and gloomy the last two days, I swear I would rather have snow. Yesterday looked like the moors out my window at school. It was ugly. It would have been a good day to stay home on the couch with a book.

We went over to see Ella last night. She has a book called Clementine that is the words and pictures illustrating the folk song which is a morbid topic for children's book, I suppose. She says, "I love Clementine!" and wants to sing it again and again. It's so funny to see such a little girl singing, "In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine..." Do they still teach kids these old folk songs in school?

Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon,

Excavating for a mine,

Dwelt a miner, forty-niner

And his daughter Clementine.

Light she was and like a fairy,

And her shoes were number nine,

Herring boxes without topses

Sandals were for Clementine

Drove she ducklings to the water

Every morning just at nine,

Hit her foot against a splinter

Fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water,

Blowing bubbles soft and fine,

But alas, I was no swimmer,

So I lost my Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling

Oh my darling, Clementine

Thou art lost and gone forever,

Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Comments

Jill said…
I remember learning that song and thinking it was such fun to sing. Later, as an adult, I was mortified about the content. The idea of her ruby lips blowing bubbles and the dopey song narrator not being able to swim is horrifying. I suppose some English teacher could interpret it as a metaphor for something iconoclastic and spiritual. Whatever that means.
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