My husband goes to breakfast with “ the boys” every Friday, Saturday and Sunday morning. Three different restaurants, three different groups of “boys”. I don’t join him because they’re standing tall at the doors when the places open at 5:30am. That, and the fact they love to argue politics before the sun comes up is more than enough to keep me away.
The waitresses at all three restaurants know them, enjoy their business and treat them like family.
This is evidenced by one of the server’s response when a certain sarcastic fellow was giving her a hard time.
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No, it wasn’t my husband.
But he did take the picture of these anatomically correct eggs I’m sharing with you now.
Gathering all the ingredients, I was ready to make the magic happen.
This recipe was a bit more labor intensive than my old standby, but I was up to the task.
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Rich and creamy doesn’t begin to describe the sauce.
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Out of the oven, the freshly made garlic topping smelled wonderful.
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I served this alongside twice baked pork chops and fresh green beans but honestly it was so decadently cheesy it could stand alone as a meal. My husband found the garlic topping a bit overpowering, but he’s not a lover of the pungent bulb and I am… so it stayed.
I’m looking forward to polishing off another bowl of this yummy leftover for lunch and while a lot of recipes lose their cheesy goodness the next day, I’m betting this one won’t.
As I mentioned before, we spend Thanksgiving with close friends. So close we’re like family. The homeowner grew up with my husband, and his neighbor is my husband’s ex BIL.
A good time was had by all.
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Great minds think alike and there was twice as much Sangria.
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Though mine emptied more quickly.
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My husband found the dart board before dinner and a close game of sharply pointed projectiles ensued.
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And then we all had to trot out to the garage to check out our friend’s new (old) toy.
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A fully restored 1972 Jeep.
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Later that afternoon it was time to carve the turkey and make the gravy.
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And sit down to feast.
I stopped taking pictures at this point and happily sampled a little bit of everything.
Hope your holiday was full of food and fun as well.
He bores easily with vehicles and is always looking for something different. No matter how much he likes what he’s driving, he’s the guy who stops on the side of the road whenever he sees something better for sale. Since he’s always on the move and puts high miles on his cars, we buy him used every few years.
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I, on the other hand… heavily research, shop around and buy new every decade or so. My current ride is a much beloved 2014 Subaru Forester. Her name is Ethel and she only has 75,000 gentle miles. Every year my husband sputters about trading her for something newer, but the supply of new vehicles on the lots is still a problem here and I’m not buying anything I can’t personally test drive.
Ethel will be 10 next year so I suppose I’d better start researching.
I’m having a hard time believing it myself and I live here.
When last we spoke… I still had two new windows with large air gaps, we’d gotten into a pissing contest with the store manager, were waiting on the report from the second supposed expert and our contractor was going to fight management for a full refund.
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Fast forward a week and I’m out shopping with a girlfriend. I get a phone call from our contractor who says the store manager bumped the problem up to corporate… who slid it over to the manufacturer… who wanted to come out and inspect the windows that day, right that minute. Thankfully the husband was home teleworking so off they went.
I heard this second hand, but gather it went something like this –
The top Marvin window guy arrived with the store manager we bumped heads with in tow. Husband wasn’t pleased with that, but managed to be civil.
Our contractor was there and went through all the steps he’d taken to fix the problem. The window parts were examined, measured and proclaimed well within acceptable limits… because hey, nothing’s perfect. The Marvin window guy asked my husband what he wanted… fully functioning windows or a full refund? Since hubby has been spitting mad for over a month I thought for sure I’d come home to gaping holes in the bedroom. But we’d chosen this particular product for a reason… good insulation rating, ease of tilting for cleaning, wood interior, low U factor, etc and no other window we looked at checked all the boxes…. so he said if the windows were installed properly and operated as advertised he’d be happy.
Agreeing that the two sashes were slightly off square, Mr. Marvin said his company would replace them and we could keep the others as spares.
And then?
Then he did something that left my both my husband’s and the contractor’s mouths hanging open.
He removed the right window sash and replaced it with the left.
He removed the left window sash and replaced it with the right.
The result?
No more gaps.
No more air leaking through.
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Oh, he’s still going to order replacement sashes for us… but as of this minute? The windows seem to be fine and my mind is blown. The one on the right is a little stiff and harder to close, but it’s airtight and a little silicon spray on the sides should help it glide more easily.
What the hell!
Was that all it took? Why didn’t the other “experts” think of this! A simple switcheroo solved the problem we’ve been fighting since October 6th and I don’t know whether to scream or cry because it’s so ridiculous.
Needless to say our contractor was dumbfounded. He spent all that time trying to make things right and never thought of swapping sides.
So…
The contractor is the middle of another job for our neighbors which means we’ll have to wait a week or more till he’s free to come back over here and finish installing the rest of the windows and buttoning these up.
I’m shaking my head as I type this and still can’t believe a month and a half of frustration and inconvenience was completely unnecessary.
Someday…. I’ll laugh about this.
But I’m not there yet.
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