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11/21/2018 0 Comments Thanksgiving Blues Thanksgiving is around the corner and I’m not feeling it. Seriously, this joyous occasion takes ALOT of work that I don’t feel like doing. Who wants to wake up at the crack of dawn on Thanksgiving-Eve to start making buttery, flaky pie crust? Thank the Lord I had enough foresight to preserve some fresh peaches from Jone’s Orchard this summer for the peach cobbler (but that was no walk in the park either). The banana pudding wouldn’t be so bad if I did have to stand over a hot stove slowly stirring the custard. My arms get so tired. I can tolerate the cutting up the bananas and pairing them with those sweet, crunchy vanilla wafers, but the stirring….gezzzzzz…it’s tiring.
My hands don’t want to ache from the snapping of peas and peeling of sweet potatoes, russet potatoes and golden yukon potatoes all day. I don’t even think I own enough sugar and butter to go into the sweet potatoes!!!!!! (And I’m not about to fuss with people at the grocery store about being in my way.) Oh, and don’t get me started on the 7 step cornbread dressing!!!!! Dicing up onions, celery and bell peppers will stain your fingertips a sickly green color. Then, should I use store bought chicken stock or make your own? Will anyone know if I do shortcuts??? (Yea they will. Who am I foolin) Food aside, what about the decorations!!!! Wreaths, centerpieces, and fancy utensils…..UGH I’m just not feeling it. I think I may purchase a couple of pies and allow those who want to cook “chef-it-out.” I’m just going to run Thanksgiving morning, fellowship in the afternoon and read/write all night long. Yep, that sounds more like a Thanksgiving I want to celebrate.
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11/15/2018 0 Comments No Domestic "A@#$%r" Beers!!!!! I’m drawing the line. As the WOMAN of this house, there are things I will allow and things I will not allow to be brought into my home. We have standards in this house and we do things with CRAFT!!!!!
My hubby y’all!!!!!! My Tall, Dark and Handsome has broken a standard rule in our home. When he first broke the rule, I let it slide. I didn’t want to be a Petty Patty. But now, I must speak. About 2 months ago, Hubby went on a beer run. He knows I like craft beers. He KNOWS this. Nevertheless, he walks into the house with…..with…..(insert sobs)….BudLight Plantinum. I was broken, just broken. But I was also very thirsty. Soooooo very thirty. So a drank 1. It wasn’t that bad. Then I enjoyed another one….still slightly refreshing. I told him that this was a one-time deal and next time to drive a few extra miles for the craft beers. He agreed. About a month ago, he came home with a pack of Michelob Ultra. I was shocked. SHOCKED I TELL YOU. He explained to me that Michelob Ultra didn’t have a lot of carbs. (Low carbs = Low Sugar.) So I let it slide. But soon the packs of Michelob Ultra turned into cases of Michelob Ultra. I just looked away. I never thought it would get worse, but it did. Tonight, he went on another beer run. He came back with Gotta Get Up to Get Down by WiseAcre for me (YAH!). But he crossed the line when he brought Budweiser into our home. BUDWEISER!!!!!!!! I just don’t know what to do. I am drawing the line now and putting a stop to these domestic "abuser" beers. Miller Lite and Colt 44 will take over my craft refrigerator. Oh HOPS NO!!!! |
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