Thursday, December 18, 2008

Steve, winter grill master

Steven is a champ! I invited my cousin and his wife to dinner Sunday evening. I had purchased a turkey and put it in the fridge downstairs thinking it would be ready to go. Sunday morning was hectic...Steve had meetings, I was teaching, and Jess was ornery. I ended up taking the turkey out when we got home, a bit after noon. It was frozen!!! I've really only prepared one turkey all by my very own self in my life time. The tag on the bird said 18lbs. and the baking destruct ions said to figure about 30 minutes per pound. Hmmm...so it should be done sometime next Spring if I get it in the oven now, but I have to wait for it to thaw. I waited an hour or 2 and put the bird in. The conundrum was, if the turkey's not done, what do I serve them? Nothing I need the oven for. I do have some Apple Jacks. Steve suggested going ahead as planned, but marinating some chicken, that he would grill outside, as plan B. It was getting close to dinner time and I was still nervous about the turkey. The wind was blowing, it was dark and snowy. Grill Master tromped through the snow, got the propane tanks to work, and grilled chicken. Chicken hot, Steven frozen. According to Murphy's law, company was running a little late, which allowed the turkey to bake to perfection. We ended up not needing the chicken! Steve, cold and frozen, is a champ!

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Mad Hatter Cake, Mad Skills!!!

Mad Hatter Cake, Mad Skills!!!
Happy Birthday from Pollyanna

Happy Schmappy Birthday to me!

So, I know this is late, not that anyone is surprised...but I wanted to say thanks to the girls for the fun birthday lunch. ( I wrote proper Thank You notes and delivered about half of them so far..duh.) And then to make it even sweeter, Pollyanna (who has entirely admirable talents) made me a fantastic fondant mad hatter birthday cake! She made the fondant out of marshmallow so it tasted as wonderful as it looked! I took pictures of the art.

Jess and Wes on the first day of Kindergarten

Jess and Wes on the first day of Kindergarten
Jess woke up on this particular morning in rare form. She usually doesn't care what she's wearing; her birthday suit is just as good as anything else. On this day inparticular, she informed me that she didn't want any bows or bands and that she had her clothes picked out. Was that Kindergarten or 8th grade?