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Nov 262011
 

… there was some cooking involved too. Actually, a lot of cooking.

It started with the ham. There’s people in my family (along with me) that don’t like a pineappley sweet ham. I’ve used Martha’s Fresh Ham with Green Herb Paste recipe since it came out. I’ve never used a fresh ham or bothered with the bay leaf wreath or dandelion garnish. There’s been times when I’ve had to use dried herbs instead of fresh (like this year when absolutely no store in a couple of towns had fresh rosemary). Note to self: grow rosemary in your garden from now on.

Then the potatoes to go with the ham. I needed something that would cook slow & hold until halftime of the Lions vs Packers game. I made this … minus the ham, doubled the cheese & 1/4 tsp of real garlic instead of the powder. Wow!

My turkey. Almost all poultry I roast gets an overnight bath in PW’s Turkey Brine. I don’t use a fresh piece of meat for this either… just cut the salt in half. Sometimes the bird gets cooked in the oven & sometimes in the fryer. Not this year … first time ever using a roaster. It made the house really hot & it was falling apart before getting brown. Used Mom’s “ol Indian trick” of some Kitchen Bouquet. Apparently it turned out amazing because there was barely enough leftover turkey for 1 sandwich.

So … I thought the cooking would be done by today.

Nope. Using the turkey carcass & leftover herb rolls to make stock and bread cubes for Christmas’s crown roast stuffing.

 Posted by at 3:22 pm
Nov 262011
 

Jeanne bought me a t-shirt that said that.

I had 2100 posts in 7 years.

Let’s average that: 300 posts per year. That means I only missed about 5 or 6 days per month.

A blog post was part of my daily routine.

I’m posting these stats because participating in NaBloPoMo made me realize how much I miss blogging daily. Looking back through my old posts & coming across the reasons why I blog: it’s a chronicle of my existence. There’s been so many memories of the past couple of years of mostly non-blogging that were only documented on might-be-not-here-tomorrow platforms.

PeeEss: it’s becoming part of my routine again.

 Posted by at 6:35 am
Nov 252011
 

From my childhood:

I don’t remember how old I was when the Bubble Bath Incidentâ„¢ happened. Five, maybe six. I was little, but I was always little so I could have been 10 or 12. We were shopping at K-Mart and filling Mom’s carts to the rim with holiday goodies. I remember racing across the store every time we would hear “Blue Light Special” over the PA so we could grab some great deals.

It happened in the bubble bath aisle. The special was announced and a mob converged. Absolute chaos is my only explanation for it. I’m sure I didn’t know the meaning of the word choas back then, but I’m positive I was wide-eyed over the pack of screaming women. Mom really, really, really wanted some of the bubble bath. We arrived too late and she couldn’t get into the aisle.

She put her hand on my shoulder, looked me straight in the eyes, and said “Go! Run between their legs and get the stuff off of the bottom shelf.” I headed into the trenches with reckless abandon. I grabbed as many bubble bath bottles as I could hold and ran them back to Mom’s cart. She was beaming at her brave little girl. I smiled back at her, went back into the battle, and emerged victorious again. ::: lather, rinse, repeat … until the blue light stopped :::

When the aisle cleared, there was not a bottle of bubble bath to be found on the shelves. Mom’s cart had several and I was the heroine of the day.

 Posted by at 8:35 am
Nov 242011
 

Yesterday LilBro was teasing my dogs with the dancing monkey my sister, Pauline, bought for me on her 50th birthday. It was the funniest thing how they were reacting. I thought I’d take a video of it for my post today.

Well … I couldn’t figure out how to record videos on my phone. I suppose if I looked at the apps menu that I would have seen there’s an icon for recording video. My excuse is that I was in a hurry. So I grabbed my camera. That’s an easy one: just turn it on & hit the record button.

Guess who forgot to hit save?

 Posted by at 4:18 am
Nov 232011
 
  • my life … I haven’t been happier in a really long time
  • my job … sometimes it’s not like work
  • my dogs … even when they wake me up at 1:30 am because they want to be fed
  • my house … it’s little & just my size
  • the internet
 Posted by at 3:46 am