Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Hump Day

--K is on his last night shift--he will have a couple of days off before having to head back to work. That will be nice, as the weather is supposed to be okay--temps in the 40s. Before he left for work, he mentioned the possibility of doing burnt offerings one of these days. YAY! Grilled brats, hot dogs, and hamburgers! I always love the first time we grill for the year.

--Last night K called home and asked me to write a note for him. This usually translates as: 'I want you to do something for me, but don't want to ask you, so if I ask you to write a note you might be guilted into doing what I should have asked you to do in the first place.' Anyway, he wanted me to write a note reminding him to go to the store and pick up strawberry shortcake 'fixings.' Last summer he bought a couple of flats of strawberries and I froze them so that we could have them over the winter--I haven't fixed shortcakes at all since then. My bad. So he felt that we should use the berries before the new crop is ready for harvest. (See, just like I told you, trying to make me feel guilty.) Well, long story even longer, I took strawberries and Cool Whip out of the freezer and decided to make my own shortcake biscuits. Not the best idea I have ever had. I am very good at cooking and baking--I rarely screw things up badly, but these were very close to being a total disaster. First, they didn't seem to be finished baking at the designated time, so I left them in the oven a little longer. Bad move. The bottoms were thisclose to burning--but, if you scrape off the dark part, they shouldn't be too bad. The thing that might make you stop before eating one is the general appearance of the biscuits: they are smaller and lighter in color than a hockey puck, but they are about the same weight and hardness of a frozen puck. I don't know what went wrong, but they are still sitting there, waiting to be eaten. (Actually, I ate one and aside from the fact that it was a touch on the dry side, it didn't taste that bad.) So, my question is this: can Bisquick go bad?

--C called today and to say she was having a bad day was putting it mildly. She was mad at her kids, perturbed at her hubby, disgusted with studying, and generally in a foul mood. The reason she called me? She wanted ME to be in a bad mood, too, so she wouldn't feel alone and would have someone to bitch with her! You know, someone to commiserate with her. To accommodate her, I worked up an attitude of my own and put myself in a foul mood, too. What we mothers won't do for our kids, I tell you. (I mellowed out as soon as I got off of the phone with her--my mood WAS manufactured, after all.)

--A year ago we were getting ready to go to Niagara Falls for A's wedding. It is so hard to believe so much time has passed. Is it getting older that makes it seem as if time passes so fast, or is it the time we are living in? Just a rhetorical question--no one needs to answer that one if they don't want.

--Tomorrow I really need to go shopping to pick up a few things: anniversary card, birthday card and gift, milk. Maybe I will give the 'Do you happen to have a Wii?' phone calls a try again. One of these days I WILL manage to get my hands on one!

The Village People


Burg said...

From now on our backyard bq's are going to be referred to as "burnt offerings." I'm ashamed I didn't think of it sooner.

I made some molten lava cakes the other night that were horrible. I'm a pretty good baker too, but even my 5yo said, "Mom, these just aren't that good." My husband got one small bite and could only manage an "oh wow" before spitting it in the trash. They were pretty bad... I figured out what I did wrong and got it right the next night.. It was good stuff then.

You're a mom like mine is. I have to do a semi-daily bitch call it seems. She's always so good at making me feel better though.. We always end up on the phone for hours giggling about something stupid.

cmk said...

Believe me, if K won't eat something I make, then it REALLY is bad--because, everyone knows, 'K eats EVERYTHING!' :)

There have been times that either one or the other of my girls and I haven't been in touch--actually, avoided each other like the plague! Now that things are going very well between us, I try to be there for them whenever they need me. It might only be on the phone, but at least they know there is one person who they can talk to whenever needed!

(I believe it was K who came up with 'burnt offerings'--mainly because that is what they have been way too many times! The other one I like--maybe it is from 'The Grinch'--is 'roast beast.' It just has so much more character than 'roast beef.' :))