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Pie Is Necessary

Posted in Travel, tagged , , , , , on August 4, 2010| Leave a Comment »

I’ve just about recovered from the billion-hour conference. Oddly enough, what I always find lacking when I travel—and what I’m so happy to get when I come home—is air…which is tough to find when it’s this hot out. I think I prefer an outdoor life.

I also prefer a life with pie in it. You know, I don’t think of myself as having a sweet tooth…until there are no sweets around, that is. The food at the billion-hour conference was wonderful…fresh, healthy, colorful. My blood sugar was absolutely perfect for three straight days under the influence of that food. And it was perfect without the benefit of my usual walking, bicycle riding, workouts, etc. which says a lot about the food…I should cook and eat like that all the time. I guess we all should. Almost all the people there were waaaay thin. But there were zero…and I mean zero…sweets available. Not a cookie. Not a Hershey’s Kiss. No ice cream. Not a single sweet thing to eat at any time. Odd, isn’t it?

Of course, after 2 days of that, I announced after dinner that I was skipping the evening events and going in search of pie. The bees will have to suffer for the knowledge I sacrificed from that evening session. I did not find pie. But I found this nice hot-fudge sundae at Friendly’s.

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Two Things that Should have Rocked but Were only Mediocre

Posted in Food, tagged , , , , , on December 3, 2009| Leave a Comment »

Oh brother. I did the unthinkable. I cooked a meal that was only mediocre. 

You know, it was a long day anyway, but to top it off with a mediocre meal cooked for guests…well…ugh. Yesterday was Maria’s memorial service. That was mediocre, too. I didn’t like it. I thought I would, but it was one of the most impersonal services I’ve ever attended. I’ve got better ideas for my memorial service. Just you wait.

Anyway, I did like that Jim had set up a table with various Maria things…pictures, etc (including the toothy-grin picture I’ve posted previously on this blog). One of the things he displayed was a card Deb and I sent when Maria became alert after her first stroke. It’s hilarious because of the hilarious notes we wrote inside. She LOVED that card and talked about it a lot. I like that Jim set it out for everyone to read…because it shows the wilder side of the three of us.

But then Deb and I had to hurry right home and prepare for guests for dinner…it was the night of the florists. Our four florist friends from church come over here for dinner every year. We cook a (normally) great meal, and as Deb cleans up (she always gets stuck with this. THANK YOU, DEB) the florists tie about 100 bows to be used on the wreaths at the Greens Workshop (which occurs this Sunday. PLEASE COME). When they finish, we have dessert (this year, it was a gorgeous pumpkin pie baked by Deb…the only part of the meal that was flat-out delicious). This has become a wonderful tradition for us all. We like one another, and we love our night together. 

But this year the meal was only okay. I hate that so much I can’t tell you. It just didn’t come together the way it usually does. No no no. It was fine. But it wasn’t memorable. And I like any meal you ever eat over here to be memorable.

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Smells Like Pine Sol and Pie

Posted in Entertainment, tagged , , , , on October 7, 2009| Leave a Comment »

We’ll have a house full of people for a few hours tonight, Reader, and you know how I love that. Not. Well, I complain, but I usually have fun once the party starts. It’s not really a party. It’s a gathering. I’ll be baking a few blueberry pies at the last minute, Deb is in charge of something chocolate, and we’ll have coffee and tea, etc., etc. 

Yesterday, because we’ve got a few more gatherings on the horizon, I got out my bucket, my ladder, my rubber gloves, and the Pine Sol, and I scrubbed our front porch (in the rain). Every inch of it—ceiling, walls, posts, windows, shutters, porch swing, trellis, railing, steps, floor, door. Now it is free of dirt and bug gunk and cobwebs, and it smells a little bit like Pine Sol as you walk to the door (all my clothes and my hair and my glasses smell like Pine Sol, too). Nice. And then I put some mums on the steps. It looks good.

 

P.S. I’m adding Desk Tales to my blogroll. I think this blog is wonderfully fun in a mundane sort of way…my favorite kind of fun; so, if you want more fun in your days, Reader, check into Desk Tales every once in a while.

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Pie as Penance

Posted in Friends, tagged , , , on April 10, 2009| Leave a Comment »

Out of the blue, one of my college roommates and best friends called me yesterday. She’ll be in town tonight and wanted to see if we could meet for a cup of coffee. I haven’t seen her in about 15 years, and now one of her daughters lives in Cincinnati, and Danielle is coming to visit her.

Weird how little time it takes to get right back to where we were. I mean, it took only seconds on the phone with Danielle to get comfortable with the rhythm of the conversation…she’s as quick witted as ever, and as dry humored. And I just started rattling on with whatever I rattle on about, and I was funny, and she was quicker, and I pushed her buttons and she pushed mine. Right off the bat.

A number of old friends are reemerging, and I can’t quite put my finger on why that’s happening. Maybe it’s a bit of empty nesting going on for them…kids are getting older, getting cars, getting their own apartments, getting married…I guess this is the period of our lives when we’re sort of all transitioning again. And then we want to sort of reach back to where we were when this stuff all began. Before the marriages. Before the kids. I tell you, it feels as if we haven’t missed a beat.

So, tonight Danielle will buy me a piece of pie in recompense for moving her daughter to Cincinnati without telling me. And I will not show her daughters the pictures I have of their mother in college. Oh, but they would love to see those.

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