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Woke up this morning to an odd light in our front yard.
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The sun was shining through little peaks in the clouds and it was positively eerie.
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This being Sunday, it was my day to cook for the weekly man cave pool tournament… but this time, I took your advice.
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Fresh ham salad and chicken salad sandwiches on flaky croissants.
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With fruit plate accompaniment. Pretty… and so much less time consuming.
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The husband’s weekly Sunday pool game is still in full swing and I fear I’ve doomed myself to a full day of cooking, serving and cleaning from here on out.
I’m hard wired to feed people when they visit, and though technically no one is visiting me… the men come over to play at 9:00am and don’t leave until 3:30 – 4:00pm which means lunch. Whipping up something in the crock pot works well because it meant less trips back and forth, and with no kitchen or running water in the man cave I’m not serving 3 course meals. But it also means I’m up and cooking at 5:00am every Sunday so it’s ready at noon. Back and forth to the barn with cutlery, plates, serving utensils etc. … setting it all up, feeding them, clearing up, running it all back to house to wash. This is not my idea of a relaxing weekend.
But the sweet little (competitive as hell) old man is a widower so now as well as feeding him lunch… I’m boxing up leftovers for him to take home.
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Creamy ham and noodle casserole was a hit last week. As was my plate of strawberry crinkle cookies I made the night before and had to post off limits before the husband ate them all.
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I keep telling the guys once summer heat is in full swing the meal train is apt to stop, although the widower’s disappointment is almost palpable. No one wants chicken and dumplings in July… and besides, I’m rapidly running out of crock pot recipes.
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Because I like to keep my readers well informed. .
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This is good news. Next time the husband ignores me while watching some ludicrous old western on tv? I’m going outside to talk to the ‘shrooms.
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For the love of God, why? Who would buy such a thing…
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You heard it folks, move fast.
Like you have to after each and every time you eat at McDonalds.
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I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say if you have a 36 foot yacht? You’re probably not that worried about work in the first place.
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Yes, from the people who brought you How To Bake A Potato … the sequel.
Wash sweet potato.
Pierce sweet potato.
Bake sweet potato.
Riveting stuff… no?
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Because I’m still trying to laugh.
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Ain’t that the truth! I’ve cooked and baked more in the past two years than I have in the last 20. Which sadly, my hips and thighs can attest to.
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I need one of those.
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This is funny, but not. Our neighbor is a nurse and has been past the point of burnout for a solid year.
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I really hope not, but you can’t argue with the logic.
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I don’t like or eat eggs, but if I did?
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I’d be cooking them in this, because a T Rex breakfast is an excellent way to start the day.
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Admit it, you want one.
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In general I’d say I’m a good cook. People like to come over for dinner, my dishes are requested at potlucks, and Lord knows my husband doesn’t complain. But every once in a while I’ll try a new recipe and things will…. how shall we say? … go astray.
I read the directions, I do just what they say… but the result is often inedible.
Perhaps I need this:
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I wouldn’t count on it, but let’s see.
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Who knew there was such a thing.
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Cheese? Good.
Kale? Bad.
Got it!
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I’m afraid I can’t follow that rule. Growing up with a father who died after his fifth heart attack… and living with a man who has had triple bypass, I don’t add salt to anything.
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Well, if the lobster says so… it must be true.
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#1. We’re spending Thanksgiving Day with friends this year and along with my luscious crabmeat toasty appetizers and a cappuccino mousse trifle dessert, I was asked to bring… are you sitting down?
Green bean casserole. 🤢
While I’ve been known to make that abomination (for certain spouses who shall remain nameless) I can’t say I’m a fan. So I searched high and low for a recipe that would make it more palatable.
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I found one for the crock pot that sounded much better than the original. Fresh beans, fresh mushrooms, heavy cream, fresh garlic and thyme etc.
It was a bit of a pain to make and littered my kitchen with dirty dishes… but thankfully I did a dry run a few days ago before I served it to the group.
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Sadly, the trash can was the only appropriate place for it. Blech! How something so promising could taste so horrible is beyond me.
I shall now be making the original bowl of slop that everyone expects.
Clearly it can’t be improved.
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#2. I heard that Paul Rudd had been voted Sexiest Man Alive in People magazine. I can’t say I agree, but I won’t argue with this logic:
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#3. I believe I have officially reached the point of no return on the less than graceful decline into old age. I know this because the only way I can remember to add a song to my iPod is to take a picture of my car radio when it’s playing.
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And yes, I said iPod.
Told you I was old.
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Ours trees are bursting with apples….
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So what better thing to do on a perfect fall day than bake?
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Deep dish apple pie for dessert. And while I was at it?
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Deep dish chicken pot pie for dinner.
You can’t go wrong with pie.
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I found these on the grocery store shelf a while back….
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And I swear my arteries hardened just walking by.
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After posting this on Facebook, I was assured by numerous people duck fat is a perfectly delicious way to cook potatoes. And while that may be true, I’m still passing on that giant jar of pork lard.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten sleeps in some odd positions.
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I look, and think he must be uncomfortable… but the wee beast sleeps like that 19 hours a day so I must be mistaken.
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Have you ever tried a recipe and had your hopes for decadent dessert deliciousness dashed?
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That’s what happened when I found a recipe for caramel banana upside down cake. I painstakingly followed the directions… and while it looked and smelled wonderful?
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It was a banana topped brick. I swear I could have used it as a doorstop… or to bash in someone’s head. The husband and I took one bite a piece and heaved it in the trash.
Tres disappointing.
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But I passed this woodpile later in the day…
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And had to smile.
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Be sure to ask for an extra stabby grabby the next time you go out to eat…. and think of me.
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