This Week

Monday

Lele: Oh, nooooo! We can't go to Ahwee Toweeee Squeee Neeee Heeeee.

Me: If you could maybe translate that from Dolphin to English, maybe I could understand you a little better.

Tuesday

Lovey: I worked at Cape Canaveral today.

Me: Did you get to touch the shuttle?

Lovey: That's Cape Kennedy, Sweetie. I was at Cape Canaveral. It's Air Force.

Me: Oh! Like in "I Dream of Jeannie!" Where Major Nelson and Major Healey were stationed. They were astronauts, you know.

Lovey: ....That's right.

Me: Isn't it funny how I just reduced your entire workweek to a 60s sitcom?

Lovey: Maybe I should go down to the beach and see if I can find a genie bottle.

Me: Just make sure she likes to mop.

Wednesday, Part 1

I've had this naggy cough for going on 3 weeks. A box of Mucinex later, it's still hanging around. One of my girls says, "You should try Buckley's". I'd never heard of it, but she had suggested it to another friend of mine and it had completely knocked out her cold.

At lunch today, I bought a bottle. I opened the box on the way back to work and took a big swallow of it. Hmmm, that wasn't so bad.

Until I took a breath.

And then a huge wave of what felt like Liquid Vicks Vap-o-Rub hit my chest. I remembered then that two of the ingredients were menthol and camphor. Luckily, I stopped myself short of throwing up in my car.

Wednesday, Part 2

While going through client files, I realized one of them works for a local, prestigious catering company. A few weeks ago, when we attended a memorial service, this same fabulous caterer had catered the life celebration after the memorial.

Oh, my gosh! It was the best Frogmore Stew I have ever tasted. I so wanted to go back for seconds - even thirds. And the cobbler (of which there were three!), was remarkable. I had the peach (with cinnamon whipped cream - heaven), and Lovey naturally had the blackberry.

I told my ladies to let me know when he came into the office again. Coincidentally, he was in the outer office right then. I hopped up and gushed about how incredible the food that they had prepared was. I tried to lay down enough hints that maybe some leftovers could make their way into my tummy sometime. I'm afraid though that maybe he just thinks I'm some crazy food stalker now.

Eight Sticks of Butter

A few last words about Thanksgiving. Yes, I used almost 8 entire sticks of butter making everything. And you know what? It was DEElicious. Thanksgiving is no time to scrimp on ingredients.

Here's my basic theory:

• Bacon makes anything better.
• There is no such thing as low-fat mayonaisse
• Butter good.

So I didn't even use mayo, but I had to throw that in there.

Here are a few pictures of my table. I see that a lot of design bloggers showed theirs so I'm going to copycat them.







The orange votives are actually from our wedding. Packrattery sometimes pays off. Linens are from Huge Lots. Punkins are from Tuesday Morning - $4!

It was a huge amount of work, but it was worth every minute. The only non-perfect dish was the Green Bean Casserole - which was disappointing because everything I've made from The Pioneer Woman has been so excellent. I guess everyone has a down day. I will admit though.....getting sick of leftovers. Think this may be my last day of turkey for a while.

Jive Turkey

A few weeks ago...

Lovey: "Let's fry a turkey for Thanksgiving".

Me: "Good thing we live within two miles of the fire department and the hospital".

So I'm a pretty decent cook. However, I don't do turkey. I'd have to Google to figure out how to even roast one. Not my thing. So when Lovey started talking about frying the bird, I was a mite concerned. I've seen the allstate commercial. Burned down house, burned loved one! But I was trying to be a trouper. I even bought the requisite box of peanut oil. I picked out a spot for the cooker at least twenty-five feet from the house. I printed out a Paula Deen (Hey, yaww!) recipe for a fried turkey.

Last night, Lovey cleaned the pot and bought more oil.

I started assembling all the other tasty vittles at 8:30 this morning. At 10:30, Lovey comes downstairs and asks, "How long does it take to roast a turkey?"

Um, what? Have you seen the oven? Dish of dressing, dish of sweet potatoes, dish of green bean casserole???? What the heck?

So Lovey decides that we do not possess all the necessary equipment to fry said turkey. You might say I was a little peeved. My well-oiled kitchen machine was getting a little grindy.

Luckily, Mama Lovey (MIL) assembled the bird for roasting. It actually turned out well. Thanksgiving disaster diverted.

I got a text from my Best Girl in the World this afternoon asking how the frying adventure went. I assured her that with 8 gallons of peanut oil in the house, something's getting fried this weekend.

Thanksgiving Menu

Fried, er Roast Turkey*

Collards

Sweet Potato Casserole

Green Bean Casserole

Cornbread Dressing

Cranberry Sauce

Grilled Corn

Rolls

Chocolate Ricotta Pie

Blackberry Nantucket Pie

Almond Whipped Cream

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

*You know there's a story there. Check back later. It's HIlarious.

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Umm, men?

'Member?

Remember last summer when the a/c went out, and we laughed and laughed? Well, it ain't so funny when it's the heat. Sweatshirt. Sweatpants. Monkey slippers. At least if I keep typing, it will keep my hands warm. Er, maybe?

Confirmed.

The call came around 8:45 this morning. It was my realtor, V.

"My" house sold on Thursday, October 28th. Devastating. Maybe there was a reason I chose to dress in all black today. Monday sucks enough as it is. This....was horrible.

So in an ode to my lost "love"......



There'll never be another K's Barbie Dream House. At least until I build my own.