Well no wonder I was cold last night. The HIGH today is supposed to be 50. That's like a January day in Atlanta, not a November day. We should be having highs in the 70's, typically.
Global warming?! Not here.
I might even have to put a blanket on the bed!!
I have a few things to say but no coherent essay type blog, so I decided to run headlines, because, well, they sound fun.
THANKSGIVING IMMINENT!
Next week is Thanksgiving. This blows my mind. We now have to decide on a meat. None of us are big on turkey and it will be just me, Mother, Michael and Bruce. Sometimes we get a tiny turkey breast and boil it. Sometimes we do pork roast, or beef tenderloin. The one thing we always have is dressing.
Mother found a recipe for dressing made in the crock pot, which we will try:
Crock Pot Dressing
1 cup butter, melted
2 cups chopped onion
2 cups chopped celery
1/4 cup fresh parsley
2 cups mushrooms (if you use canned, drain them)
2 eggs beaten
3 1/2 to 4 1/2 cups chicken broth, or enough to moisten well
13 cups dried bread, cubed
1 1/2 teas. Poultry seasoning
2 teas. Salt
2 teas. Sage
1 teas. Thyme
1 teas. Pepper
1/2 teas. Marjoram, (optional)
Melt butter in fry pan and saute onion and celery until soft. Mix
with remaining ingredients and toss well. Pack in large crock pot.
Cover. Cook on high for 45 minutes, then turn to low and continue
cooking for 6-8 hours.
It occurred to me I am writing an awful lot about food lately. There are other things going on, but not much.
BROCCOLI SPOTTED AT MY HOUSE - ALERT THE MEDIA
I made a broccoli salad last night, at Mother's request. I hate broccoli. Michael ate two big helpings, surprisingly. Mom thought it would last several days. Nope.
It's super easy to make. We use frozen broccoli florets but you can use fresh, raw or steamed. Add mayonnaise, a few drops lemon juice, salt and pepper to taste, about 1/4 cup chopped onion, onion powder, and raisins. Lots of raisins. Also, if you have them, toasted pecans. Sounds weird, but it's yummy, if you like broccoli.
WRESTLING BOY
Michael has his first wrestling match on Saturday. He has to be at the school, ready to go, at 6 a.m.! That means I have to get up, dress, and feed him, and be out the door by 5:45. Then I plan to come back home and go back to bed.
I will go watch him wrestle, though. I told him, if I see the other kid he's wrestling make any moves to be mean or unfair, he will have to wrestle me, too. I don't think that will happen, though.
SOUTHERN MAMAS
I walked in Mike's room last night at bedtime and he had started changing his sheets, all by himself. I always help him. He had the fitted sheet on, already, and I just started tucking it in some more. It's an old bedframe and hard to deal with. I said "Bless your heart, look how much you've done already."
"I knew you would say that, Mom. Bless your heart," he replied, imitating my accent. "Oh now hush, you better be glad you've got a southern mama," I shot back. The rest of the time I used a harsh New Yawk accent, which made him laugh. Then I reverted back to my usual voice after I kissed him and turned off the light.
"Just remember this, Dude, when you grow up, look for a southern gal with a swing on her back porch, and you'll be a happy man!"
I wasn't talking about furniture. He knew what I meant.
HEARTLINES
Thanks for all the prayers for my uncle Don. He made it thru his pacemaker surgery and is due to go home today. He, his brother Bobby, and Mother all have pacemakers now. (Well, Bobby is in heaven so presumably doesn't, but he was the first of the siblings to get one, years ago..)
One thing you can say about us - we take a licking and keep on ticking! [only people over 40 will know what I mean by that...LOL]
