The Cookbook Junkies

Finally, it is cold! Global warming my frozen fingers (in lieu of a three letter word that I try not to use any more as we have a 2 1/2 year old parrot).

It started snowing again for about 15 minutes last night. Of course, it was the 15 minutes that Andrew and I had to go to the train station and pick up Jim. I bundled him up (Andrew not Jim) and put on his mittens that are a tad too big. He holds his hands up like a surgeon freshly scrubbed when he has his mittens on. Andrew usually likes for me to lower the rear window so he can hear and see the train better (reminds me of the old line: even Helen Keller can hear a train coming!) but since yesterday on Curious George – the camper that George was in had the sunroof/vent open and it couldn’t be closed when it started to storm – and it flooded the camper, Andrew now thinks that any snow/rain will flood our car if we leave the window open. (Note: George saved the day as he had everything they needed to make camp in his backpack …

Camper fully equipped with satellite television, solar roof panel — $250,000
Global navigating system — $500
Camping with a Monkey who loved the show MacGyver — Priceless.

I’m starting to make dough for 60 baby “onesies” cookies for my friend’s shower next week. I’ll probably bake them today/tomorrow and start decorating to have them done by Friday. Lily Arline will be the baby’s name – I actually like the name Lily (although it does make me think of Yvonne DeCarlo and her Munsters role – sorry Susan). My husband is a traditionalist and if a name doesn’t fall into this category he feels Children and Family Services should be notified. Also, apparently he also prefers the traditional puff pastry top to his chicken pot pie and not a cornbread version (which I thought was very good but I’m not a traditionalist — I’m a road less traveled girl and for me that has made all the difference).

Well, back to the drawing board (rolling pin)…..

So much for snow….there wasn’t enough to make one good sized snow ball and here I was thinking this morning – I better get to the shed to get out the shovel before it gets too deep out there.

Andrew (the 2 and a 1/2 year old which I shouldn’t have to clarify because if my 22 year old did these things we’d be on Jerry Springer sooner than I anticipate) likes to lightly pinch me, wants me to make a face, then he says…”Mommy sad. Mommy got a boo boo. It’s okay Mommy. I make you happy.” Then he hugs me. He does this 46 times a day, every day.

I made chicken pot pie with a cornbread crust (yes, honey, I got the little baby peas – just in case my husband is reading this) and a beef roast and mashed potatoes. I have to hide both until dinner time or the 22 year old will eat them both. He’s like a bear — sometimes we have to tie Andrew up high in a tree so he won’t try to eat him too. I usually don’t make two separate meals for dinner but my wonderful, handsome husband asked for chicken pot pie this week and he is sick and I want to do anything I can to make him feel better and I had to cook the roast today. Okay, now I can send him the link to this blog.

http://thecookbookjunkies.com/286/

Well after a restful night of approximately forty five minutes sleep due to Darth Vader “breathing” next to me, I awaken to clarity and wondered what the hell did I do last night? It must have been all those drugs I took in the 80’s – you know, Midol on an empty stomach, followed by a Menthol cigarette and a couple of Contac that lured me into the blogging world.

It’s snowing in New York! I say that with excitement now but see most likely Rant entitled “Fourth” (approximately) where I moan and whine about slipping off my back deck for the 100th time because my husband stained it with Glidden’s Slip and Fall to your Death Chestnut Brown Stain. I most likely will be writing that rant from traction or prison after I strangle my loving husband (by the way I do love him).

My husband says I have PMS, DMS and PMS (pre, during and post)…actually that is my interpretation of his “is it close to being your ladies’ days?” For some reason he asks me this at least twice a week….it’s a wonder we leave enough men on this earth to keep the human race going.

Well, today is Curious George on the Roller Coaster – I can’t wait!!! I love that Monkey – not in the way that Michael Jackson or the Man in the Yellow Hat does – but in a “that is one damn cute monkey”.

Later…