This will be very short so I can give myself fully to wallowing in self-pity over the sore throat my children shared with me.
Today Man-boy actually asked to be taken to the doctor, an event I'm sure has never occurred before. He got up bright and early and stood on the front porch coughing up his toes and spitting them in the front yard. Our neighbors love us.
So off to the doctor we went, and came away with a prescription for an antibiotic. When we swung through the drive-thru window at the Rite Aid to drop it off, Man-boy was driving. Somewhere along our errand-running way, I took over, so I was at the wheel when we drove through to pick it up an hour later.
The pharmacy tech who was helping us was finishing up the transaction and as she slid the bag and receipt out to me, she said (and I am not making this up), "Are you his mom? You look so young!"
I might have been speechless. And then I might have offered to kiss her feet.
Be thankful ~
Karen
PS. Abbie, this belongs on MLIA.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
We're dropping like flies.
I tried to research the origin of the phrase "dropping like flies" but no one seems to know from whence it came. Sorry, at least I tried.
The Friday before Thanksgiving, Ben came home with a bottle of Zicam and was popping them left and right, and he successfully kept himself from getting the horrible disease that's going around. That same day Elijah was complaining of a sore throat, so we pumped him full of our favorite miracle-drug for two days as well. Then Sunday he had a terrible headache, so bad he stayed home from church Sunday night. Monday he started coughing a little and it has gotten progressively worse. Here we are a week later and it's not getting any better. It sounds like bronchitis.
The day before Thanksgiving, I had the strangest sensation of pain in my lower jaw that just wouldn't quit. It got worse Thursday and Friday, and by Saturday my upper teeth hurt too, and I didn't do much more than lie around all day feeling terrible. My theory is that my glands were trying to fight the plague and that made my jaw hurt.
Leah and her friends left this morning to drive back to BJU, and one of them is sick. She took all my medicinal tea with her in anticipation of a whopping good cold.
Abbie texted a little while ago to tell us she has a wicked sore throat.
And now my throat is starting to feel scratchy. (Yes, dear, I'm taking Zicam.) The only one still healthy is the dog. To quote my mother-in-law, "Well THIS is going to be a fun vacation."
Tomorrow I'm going to stock up on chicken soup ingredients and Throat Coat tea and tissues.
Be thankful ~
Karen
The Friday before Thanksgiving, Ben came home with a bottle of Zicam and was popping them left and right, and he successfully kept himself from getting the horrible disease that's going around. That same day Elijah was complaining of a sore throat, so we pumped him full of our favorite miracle-drug for two days as well. Then Sunday he had a terrible headache, so bad he stayed home from church Sunday night. Monday he started coughing a little and it has gotten progressively worse. Here we are a week later and it's not getting any better. It sounds like bronchitis.
The day before Thanksgiving, I had the strangest sensation of pain in my lower jaw that just wouldn't quit. It got worse Thursday and Friday, and by Saturday my upper teeth hurt too, and I didn't do much more than lie around all day feeling terrible. My theory is that my glands were trying to fight the plague and that made my jaw hurt.
Leah and her friends left this morning to drive back to BJU, and one of them is sick. She took all my medicinal tea with her in anticipation of a whopping good cold.
Abbie texted a little while ago to tell us she has a wicked sore throat.
And now my throat is starting to feel scratchy. (Yes, dear, I'm taking Zicam.) The only one still healthy is the dog. To quote my mother-in-law, "Well THIS is going to be a fun vacation."
Tomorrow I'm going to stock up on chicken soup ingredients and Throat Coat tea and tissues.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Current reading material.
What is it about Sunday afternoons that makes it so hard to write a blog post?
In honor of my inability to put together a coherent paragraph with real meaning, here are my random thoughts for today.
1. This morning on the way to church, we passed a farm where a deer carcass has been lying near the road for about a week. Every day there's a little less meat and a little more bare skeleton showing, and the vultures are all over it. Today there was a bald eagle sitting on it. I thought how fitting it is that our national bird is nothing more than a carrion-eating buzzard.
2. I just ordered a book from the library called Huck, by Janet Elder. I'm a sucker for a dog story, and this one is the true story of a boy in New York who wants a dog. He finally gets one when his mother is diagnosed with cancer, but the dog is lost while they are away on a vacation. My library system has 6 copies in cataloguing, and I'm number 4 in the queue, so it shouldn't be too long.
3. I also ordered I Still Dream About You by Fannie Flagg, and am not too sure how this one will be. The reviewer says the book "delivers a positive message about living an authentic life." I ordered the large-print edition, so I'm number 3 in the queue. For the regular-print edition, I was going to be number 67.
4. Also, while I was at the library's website, I checked to see if there were any other holds for my account and found that I am also in the queue for John Grisham's The Confession. I'm number 108. At two weeks per reader and assuming no one returns the book late, I will be reading it in 2015.
5. I'm just finishing up The Great Typo Hunt, the story of Jeff Deck and various friends who travel around the country correcting misspellings and apostrophetic mishaps on signs and billboards. While the book was mildly interesting to an editor-type like me, I wouldn't rave about it. I'd much rather read Bill Walsh or Lynn Truss. I will say this though: the more I read books about grammar and usage, the more convinced I am that I'm a prescriptivist, not a descriptivist. And it appears the prescriptivists are losing the battle. "Text" and "friend" are now and forevermore will be verbs. I'm waving the white flag.
Be thankful ~
Karen
In honor of my inability to put together a coherent paragraph with real meaning, here are my random thoughts for today.
1. This morning on the way to church, we passed a farm where a deer carcass has been lying near the road for about a week. Every day there's a little less meat and a little more bare skeleton showing, and the vultures are all over it. Today there was a bald eagle sitting on it. I thought how fitting it is that our national bird is nothing more than a carrion-eating buzzard.
2. I just ordered a book from the library called Huck, by Janet Elder. I'm a sucker for a dog story, and this one is the true story of a boy in New York who wants a dog. He finally gets one when his mother is diagnosed with cancer, but the dog is lost while they are away on a vacation. My library system has 6 copies in cataloguing, and I'm number 4 in the queue, so it shouldn't be too long.
3. I also ordered I Still Dream About You by Fannie Flagg, and am not too sure how this one will be. The reviewer says the book "delivers a positive message about living an authentic life." I ordered the large-print edition, so I'm number 3 in the queue. For the regular-print edition, I was going to be number 67.
4. Also, while I was at the library's website, I checked to see if there were any other holds for my account and found that I am also in the queue for John Grisham's The Confession. I'm number 108. At two weeks per reader and assuming no one returns the book late, I will be reading it in 2015.
5. I'm just finishing up The Great Typo Hunt, the story of Jeff Deck and various friends who travel around the country correcting misspellings and apostrophetic mishaps on signs and billboards. While the book was mildly interesting to an editor-type like me, I wouldn't rave about it. I'd much rather read Bill Walsh or Lynn Truss. I will say this though: the more I read books about grammar and usage, the more convinced I am that I'm a prescriptivist, not a descriptivist. And it appears the prescriptivists are losing the battle. "Text" and "friend" are now and forevermore will be verbs. I'm waving the white flag.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Saturday, November 27, 2010
The Turkey Bowl.
Yesterday afternoon we went out to some friends' house in the country for the annual Turkey Bowl. And when I say the country, I mean the real-deal, no-kidding country, complete with adorable calves,
milk cows,
and having to stop the game every once in a while to chase the chickens off the field.
The game was already underway when we got there, but Man-boy jumped in. After a play, he threw the football back to the quarterback, who was almost all the way at the other end of the field, and some little boy yelled, "Whoooooaaaaaaa! Let HIM be the quarterback!" (Man-boy has quite an arm.)
And just that fast, Man-boy became the quarterback.
Unfortunately, his team was already suffering a huge deficit when he got there, and there wasn't enough time for that big a comeback. He'll have to be satisfied with the adoration of a bunch of little boys.
The best part of the Turkey Bowl, though, is the huge pot of chili we eat after the game. Puts me right to sleep.
Today we are baking bread and doing laundry, Abbie is taking her college friends exploring through the woods out back, and Ben is splitting wood and working on the daughters' cars. One more day till we have to be human again. *sigh*
Be thankful ~
Karen
milk cows,
and having to stop the game every once in a while to chase the chickens off the field.
The game was already underway when we got there, but Man-boy jumped in. After a play, he threw the football back to the quarterback, who was almost all the way at the other end of the field, and some little boy yelled, "Whoooooaaaaaaa! Let HIM be the quarterback!" (Man-boy has quite an arm.)
And just that fast, Man-boy became the quarterback.
Unfortunately, his team was already suffering a huge deficit when he got there, and there wasn't enough time for that big a comeback. He'll have to be satisfied with the adoration of a bunch of little boys.
The best part of the Turkey Bowl, though, is the huge pot of chili we eat after the game. Puts me right to sleep.
Today we are baking bread and doing laundry, Abbie is taking her college friends exploring through the woods out back, and Ben is splitting wood and working on the daughters' cars. One more day till we have to be human again. *sigh*
Be thankful ~
Karen
Friday, November 26, 2010
We could build another ark.
If you've been reading here more than two days, you know that my husband Ben loves trees. Mostly the kind you cut down and burn in the woodstove, but occasionally the long, straight kind you take to the sawmill and make lumber out of. In fact, we have lumber that was milled from trees we cut on our property in Tennessee in 2003 and hauled all the way up here to Virginia. It's been stacked neatly in the garage since we moved here 6 years ago. Ben's going to make things out of it in his spare time, as soon as he quits his current career, stops working on more master's degrees, isn't teaching Sunday school and being a deacon, and nothing else on the house needs to be fixed. He says it's like money in the bank. We are rich.
Anyway, he and Elijah have been cutting trees for a neighbor this week, and the latest huge pile of firewood is sitting in the driveway waiting to be split and stacked. They left two long logs down there, and today was the day to bring them home.
Yes, that's the family van we work out of.
Rolling the logs to the trailer.
Trying mental telepathy to get them on the trailer.
Time for plan B.
Fasten a chain around the middle
and haul it up there with Ole Blue & White.
Plan C: 4 men, 2 cant hooks, lots of grunting.
Getting close . . .
. . . almost there . . .
It looks like they're talking, but they're really just trying to get their breath.
Here's how they unloaded them at home:
Untitled from Karen Sargent on Vimeo.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Anyway, he and Elijah have been cutting trees for a neighbor this week, and the latest huge pile of firewood is sitting in the driveway waiting to be split and stacked. They left two long logs down there, and today was the day to bring them home.
Yes, that's the family van we work out of.
Rolling the logs to the trailer.
Trying mental telepathy to get them on the trailer.
Time for plan B.
Fasten a chain around the middle
and haul it up there with Ole Blue & White.
Plan C: 4 men, 2 cant hooks, lots of grunting.
Getting close . . .
. . . almost there . . .
It looks like they're talking, but they're really just trying to get their breath.
Here's how they unloaded them at home:
Untitled from Karen Sargent on Vimeo.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Photo essay of the day.
How is it that we spend so many days preparing and the fun is over in just a few hours? But it's like that every year, isn't it?
This one was no different. We feasted on turkey,
the fried kind. You can have your roasting bags and brines, just give me a Cajun-butter-injected, deep-fried turkey every time. Or two. Ben told me we should do three and I said he was crazy, that would be way too much food. I'm kicking myself now. We have some leftovers, but not nearly enough. Look at that meat! This shot is SOOC with no editing.
Can't you just taste it? Look at the juice running out of it!
Then we carried on the men-do-the-dishes tradition.
After dinner, some of the kids went outside and took Pete. He loves the fall, specifically playing in leaf piles. He roots around and finds buried kids and jumps at leaves you throw up in the air.
He may need a chiropractic adjustment.
This photo was snapped a split second before the 70-pound dog landed on 40-pound Bailor.
And then the wrestling started. 160 pounds vs. 40 pounds.
200 pounds vs. 160 pounds.
Even the photographer wasn't exempt.
40 pounds had no fear.
90 pounds held his own.
40 pounds learned quickly to wait until everyone was down and then jump on top.
Then they moved to the backyard and got the leaf blowers out.
Some people have junk yard wars. We have blower wars. Ezra was really into it.
You can see Chase's head. The dog is also in there. He thinks he's a mole.
And the jumping begins.
Props to Abbie for all the great photos. I was too busy eating cheesecake and pumpkin pie.
I hope your Thanksgiving was as fun as mine.
Be thankful ~
Karen
This one was no different. We feasted on turkey,
the fried kind. You can have your roasting bags and brines, just give me a Cajun-butter-injected, deep-fried turkey every time. Or two. Ben told me we should do three and I said he was crazy, that would be way too much food. I'm kicking myself now. We have some leftovers, but not nearly enough. Look at that meat! This shot is SOOC with no editing.
Can't you just taste it? Look at the juice running out of it!
Then we carried on the men-do-the-dishes tradition.
After dinner, some of the kids went outside and took Pete. He loves the fall, specifically playing in leaf piles. He roots around and finds buried kids and jumps at leaves you throw up in the air.
He may need a chiropractic adjustment.
This photo was snapped a split second before the 70-pound dog landed on 40-pound Bailor.
And then the wrestling started. 160 pounds vs. 40 pounds.
200 pounds vs. 160 pounds.
Even the photographer wasn't exempt.
40 pounds had no fear.
90 pounds held his own.
40 pounds learned quickly to wait until everyone was down and then jump on top.
Then they moved to the backyard and got the leaf blowers out.
Some people have junk yard wars. We have blower wars. Ezra was really into it.
You can see Chase's head. The dog is also in there. He thinks he's a mole.
And the jumping begins.
Props to Abbie for all the great photos. I was too busy eating cheesecake and pumpkin pie.
I hope your Thanksgiving was as fun as mine.
Be thankful ~
Karen
The prep.
Just a brief glimpse of last night's festivities:
They sure will taste amazing later today!
More to come . . .
Be thankful ~
Karen
They sure will taste amazing later today!
More to come . . .
Be thankful ~
Karen
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
The longest day.
A brief rundown of the day:
Went to the gym for Strive. Baked two pumpkin pies and one blueberry. Cleaned the house. Almost forgot to clean the bathroom. Put together a sweet potato casserole for baking tomorrow. Cried, thinking about son #1 in the Air Force not making it home for Thanksgiving. Did laundry. Ran to the store for whipped cream. Welcomed daughter #2 home from college. Made stuffing for baking tomorrow. Had my brother and his family here for dinner. Opened presents from Hong Kong. Took a shower. Watched Ben inject turkeys for frying tomorrow. Read email.
I'm so done.
Be thankful, and not just because it's the last Thursday in November ~
Karen
Went to the gym for Strive. Baked two pumpkin pies and one blueberry. Cleaned the house. Almost forgot to clean the bathroom. Put together a sweet potato casserole for baking tomorrow. Cried, thinking about son #1 in the Air Force not making it home for Thanksgiving. Did laundry. Ran to the store for whipped cream. Welcomed daughter #2 home from college. Made stuffing for baking tomorrow. Had my brother and his family here for dinner. Opened presents from Hong Kong. Took a shower. Watched Ben inject turkeys for frying tomorrow. Read email.
I'm so done.
Be thankful, and not just because it's the last Thursday in November ~
Karen
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Stella and her cheesecake.
Once upon a time there was a little Italian lady named Stella. She was an honorary member of our family from the time I was a little girl. Stella crocheted us afghans and slippers and scarves and made all manner of delicious Italian foods for us.
And she made cheesecake, bless her heart. This is no nasty Jello number either. It's the real thing—a real, heavy, dense, Italian cheesecake. Stella is gone now, but she left us a rich inheritance. She left us the cheesecake recipe. And I'm going to share it with you.
Start with graham cracker crumbs, sugar, and a sprinkle of cinnamon.
Stir in the melted butter and press the crumbs onto the bottom and about an inch up the sides of a 10-inch springform pan. You can use a flat measuring cup to make it pretty if you're OCD like me. Or just use your hands. That's what Stella did.
In your mixer bowl, beat the cream cheese until it's softened. Then add 3 tablespoons of flour,
2/3 cup of sugar, 1/4 teaspoon of salt,
and 2 teaspoons of vanilla. Beat it all well and scrape the sides a few times.
Separate 6 eggs.
Add the yolks one at a time to the cream cheese mixture, beating and scraping and beating and scraping.
Make sure you dribble some down the side of the bowl.
Finally, add 1/2 cup heavy cream. (Edited 7/11/2011: Make that 1 full cup. Go big or go home.) And scrape the sides again. This recipe involves a lot of scraping.
Now beat the egg whites in a big bowl until stiff peaks form. They haven't formed yet in this photo, but you can only do so many things at once and I had to put the camera down so I could hold the beater with my right hand. I don't know how left-handed photographers function.
Now gently, gently, fold the egg whites into the cream cheese mixture. Or the other way around if you want. It's a free country.
Pour the batter into the crust. I would say scrape the bowl clean, but then there wouldn't be any left to eat raw and that would be a tragedy. (Yes, I know about the dangers of eating raw eggs. For cheesecake batter I'll take my chances.)
Bake for one hour. When you first open the oven door the cheesecake will be taller than the pan. It sinks down a little as it cools. Turn the oven off and open the door a crack and leave it there to cool.
Your house will smell heavenly and you will be tempted to dig in right away. DON'T DO IT!
Step away from the cheesecake!
Cover it well with plastic wrap (leave it in the pan) and refrigerate until the next day. Tomorrow it will be perfect. It's best eaten for breakfast with a cup of coffee.
If I remember, I'll take a photo of a piece on Thursday. Enjoy!
Here are the amounts:
Crust
1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
1/3 cup sugar
cinnamon
1/4 cup melted butter
Filling
3 (8-oz) blocks cream cheese
3 tablespoons flour
2/3 cup sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons vanilla
1 cup heavy cream
6 eggs
Be thankful ~
Karen
And she made cheesecake, bless her heart. This is no nasty Jello number either. It's the real thing—a real, heavy, dense, Italian cheesecake. Stella is gone now, but she left us a rich inheritance. She left us the cheesecake recipe. And I'm going to share it with you.
Start with graham cracker crumbs, sugar, and a sprinkle of cinnamon.
Stir in the melted butter and press the crumbs onto the bottom and about an inch up the sides of a 10-inch springform pan. You can use a flat measuring cup to make it pretty if you're OCD like me. Or just use your hands. That's what Stella did.
In your mixer bowl, beat the cream cheese until it's softened. Then add 3 tablespoons of flour,
2/3 cup of sugar, 1/4 teaspoon of salt,
and 2 teaspoons of vanilla. Beat it all well and scrape the sides a few times.
Separate 6 eggs.
Add the yolks one at a time to the cream cheese mixture, beating and scraping and beating and scraping.
Make sure you dribble some down the side of the bowl.
Finally, add 1/2 cup heavy cream. (Edited 7/11/2011: Make that 1 full cup. Go big or go home.) And scrape the sides again. This recipe involves a lot of scraping.
Now beat the egg whites in a big bowl until stiff peaks form. They haven't formed yet in this photo, but you can only do so many things at once and I had to put the camera down so I could hold the beater with my right hand. I don't know how left-handed photographers function.
Now gently, gently, fold the egg whites into the cream cheese mixture. Or the other way around if you want. It's a free country.
Pour the batter into the crust. I would say scrape the bowl clean, but then there wouldn't be any left to eat raw and that would be a tragedy. (Yes, I know about the dangers of eating raw eggs. For cheesecake batter I'll take my chances.)
Bake for one hour. When you first open the oven door the cheesecake will be taller than the pan. It sinks down a little as it cools. Turn the oven off and open the door a crack and leave it there to cool.
Your house will smell heavenly and you will be tempted to dig in right away. DON'T DO IT!
Step away from the cheesecake!
Cover it well with plastic wrap (leave it in the pan) and refrigerate until the next day. Tomorrow it will be perfect. It's best eaten for breakfast with a cup of coffee.
If I remember, I'll take a photo of a piece on Thursday. Enjoy!
Here are the amounts:
Crust
1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
1/3 cup sugar
cinnamon
1/4 cup melted butter
Filling
3 (8-oz) blocks cream cheese
3 tablespoons flour
2/3 cup sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons vanilla
1 cup heavy cream
6 eggs
Be thankful ~
Karen
Monday, November 22, 2010
Roasted Chicken. You're welcome.
This morning I went to see my friend Cara for a lovely massage. For whatever reason (it's either the work at the computer or the Strive training at the gym), my back knots up and won't let go. And that makes for a miserable me.
Then Abbie and I headed up north to the big mall in search of a pair of boots for her. The pair she's currently wearing has worn through the heel so badly you can stick your finger in and tickle her foot. It's a drag when it snows. She's already looked in all the shoe stores in Lynchburg and our area, so we tried the huge outlet mall about an hour north of us.
After walking almost two hours and going in every store in the place, we decided we stink at shopping. We think everything is ugly and overpriced. We left with nothing but a hankering for Chick-fil-A, which we found across the street. After we drowned our sorrows in waffle fries and special sauce and full-calorie, sugar-laden Coke, we drove back to our lowly town and found jeans at Target and Keds at another place. Got a couple of dress shirts for Ben at Kohl's (why am I telling you all this?), and then came home.
In our absence, Man-boy had bought the mother of all leaf-blowers and was entertaining himself piling up leaves from the 5,478 oak trees around our property. The leaf mountains are so high we can't see the street. And I never exaggerate. Never. Not ever.
When we walked in the house, I blessed myself for putting two chickens in the oven this morning before we left. Man-boy said he'd been tormented by the aroma all day and when were we going to eat? So we threw some rice in the rice cooker and had ourselves a feast in 20 minutes. This is the recipe for that roasted chicken I said I was going to share with you the other day.
Mix together in a small bowl:
1 1/2 tablespoons kosher salt
1 tablespoon paprika
1/2 tablespoon onion powder
1/2 tablespoon thyme
1 teaspoon black pepper
1 teaspoon garlic powder
Rinse two whole roasting chickens. (Fryers work, but roasters are better. I don't know why.) Rub them inside and out with the dry rub and put them in a roasting pan with sides. This is important because they'll make a lot of juice. Stuff half a peeled onion in each one.
Bake at 250° for 5 hours, uncovered. I know it sounds like a long time, but trust me. It takes this long to fill the house with the amazing aroma and drive your teenage boy crazy so he is begging for food by the time it's done.
If your family is like mine, they will stand around the bar in the kitchen and tear into the birds, thus saving yourself the trouble of setting the table and cleaning up a bunch of dishes. The leftovers (if there are any) make great enchiladas and all sorts of other casseroles. I always cook two at a time so I have some extra. Amen.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Then Abbie and I headed up north to the big mall in search of a pair of boots for her. The pair she's currently wearing has worn through the heel so badly you can stick your finger in and tickle her foot. It's a drag when it snows. She's already looked in all the shoe stores in Lynchburg and our area, so we tried the huge outlet mall about an hour north of us.
After walking almost two hours and going in every store in the place, we decided we stink at shopping. We think everything is ugly and overpriced. We left with nothing but a hankering for Chick-fil-A, which we found across the street. After we drowned our sorrows in waffle fries and special sauce and full-calorie, sugar-laden Coke, we drove back to our lowly town and found jeans at Target and Keds at another place. Got a couple of dress shirts for Ben at Kohl's (why am I telling you all this?), and then came home.
In our absence, Man-boy had bought the mother of all leaf-blowers and was entertaining himself piling up leaves from the 5,478 oak trees around our property. The leaf mountains are so high we can't see the street. And I never exaggerate. Never. Not ever.
When we walked in the house, I blessed myself for putting two chickens in the oven this morning before we left. Man-boy said he'd been tormented by the aroma all day and when were we going to eat? So we threw some rice in the rice cooker and had ourselves a feast in 20 minutes. This is the recipe for that roasted chicken I said I was going to share with you the other day.
Mix together in a small bowl:
1 1/2 tablespoons kosher salt
1 tablespoon paprika
1/2 tablespoon onion powder
1/2 tablespoon thyme
1 teaspoon black pepper
1 teaspoon garlic powder
Rinse two whole roasting chickens. (Fryers work, but roasters are better. I don't know why.) Rub them inside and out with the dry rub and put them in a roasting pan with sides. This is important because they'll make a lot of juice. Stuff half a peeled onion in each one.
Bake at 250° for 5 hours, uncovered. I know it sounds like a long time, but trust me. It takes this long to fill the house with the amazing aroma and drive your teenage boy crazy so he is begging for food by the time it's done.
If your family is like mine, they will stand around the bar in the kitchen and tear into the birds, thus saving yourself the trouble of setting the table and cleaning up a bunch of dishes. The leftovers (if there are any) make great enchiladas and all sorts of other casseroles. I always cook two at a time so I have some extra. Amen.
Be thankful ~
Karen
The sunroom is finished.
It really is hard to get the color right in a photo. I've tried changing the white balance six different ways, and finally resorted to adjusting saturation and highlights after I took the picture. But here it is and we're happy with it.
Ben and Elijah did an awesome job and I love it! I'm hoping it keeps the SAD at bay this year.
Be thankful ~
Karen
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