Friday, December 29, 2006
Dinner is done. Almost.
Ah, the smell of food cooking in the crockpot. Heck, at this point, the smell of food cooking at all is a wonder to behold LOL. It's about 1pm at and dinner is pretty much taken care of. Stew bubbling away. A loaf of bread rising. Salad already chopped and dressing waiting separately in the fridge (thanks to DD, who loves to help in the kitchen). Did all that before 8:00am, actually. Which is a good thing, because my e-mail has been blinging non-stop since then. I decided I HAD to take a break for a pee and a coffee and a blog. In that order. I have been looking over my recipes for some good appetizer like thingies for New Year's Eve. We are going out to dinner (early enough to call it lunch, but I digress) but then coming home for a family fun evening. We will play some games (some old, some new just this Christmas). We will eat nibblies (whatever I come up with). We will write wishes on slips of paper and burn them, then scatter the ashes to the four winds. We will ring in the new year with pots and pans and horns and an electric keyboard (one does what one can). But before we can do all that, I have to buy the ingredients and make the stuff. Sheesh. Who would have known it would be hard? Plus SOMEBODY promised perogies for New Year's Day dinner. It was not me. And I have half a mind to say no and stomp my foot and refuse, and see what the offerer does to get out of it. But then again, perogies are a good excuse to try out my new pasta roller for the Kitchen Aid mixer. Such difficult choices, my friends. The last couple of days have been a doozie for interesting comments. Apparently I am rude, ugrateful, bitter, and angry and need a life. In much coarser terms, of course. I took the liberty in removing them. Which is not like me, because I believe in letting it all hang here, the good the bad and the ugly. Those who don't like me or what I say have just as much right to post their comments as anybody else. But when those comments come in force and under anonymous, well, if you aren't brave enough to at least invent a name for a blog comment, then I think I can do whatever I want with it. And really, "You are a big fat ungrateful bitch" seven times in a row? Well, that is hardly fodder for conversation, is it? After all, it is stating the obvious.