We interrupt these consecutive NaBloPoMo posts to bring you family obligations. I’ll be pulling a truck driver stint tonight to fetch my mom who is having a medical procedure done tomorrow. November keeps turning out to be one very nasty month each year. I move to strike it completely from the calendar.
Not sure of my upcoming availability for computer time, I may time some pics of puppies and kittens to post over the next few days. Or insects and random body parts.
Hey, November. Suck it!
Gav finally arrived in the Big Apple late this afternoon. Yippee!
He’s denied my multiple texts requesting “Send pics! Send pics!”
So, instead, here’s the Big Squash.
Is that a squash in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
Look out, NYC and Philly! My Gav is about to be all up in you. Don’t feel left out, Virginia…he’ll breakfast in you sometime tomorrow.
Yep, Gav is off to toot his horn in the Philadelphia Thanksgiving Day Parade after schlepping around New York City for a couple of days. This will be his first time in both cities. Very exciting!
The parade will live stream on ye ole internet at 6abc.com Thursday. If you insist on watching that other parade, you can have this one going on your computer. Parades everywhere you parade about.
Summer, 2011. Cape San Blas, Florida, USA. No filter, no tinkering with lighting or colors.
I’m thieving Mary Lynn‘s random thoughts for today’s NaBloPoMo obligation. I’ve gone Dumbledore and crafted my own Pensieve to extract her random thoughts. Shhh. Let’s hope she never misses them. I’ll change the title to something like Arbitrary Musings and voila! An original blog post of my own fruition. Ahem.
So, yes, random these and those from now and then.
Gab says the Pilgrims came across the ocean in the Big Flower.
If I were to take the time to create one of those frequently used word clouds, LAZY would be the prominent, all caps, centered, 10-times larger than the rest, 3-D in your face word.
Much to my children’s lament, I did not carve my usual cat pumpkin for Halloween this year. I bought a large pumpkin quite early in October, thereby feeling industrious and ahead of the game. When one of the kids would ask when we were going to carve it, I’d tell them that I was waiting until Halloween was a bit closer. Closer, closer, closer. Oops, gone.
I never carved the pumpkin. Because I’m lazy. OR is it that I had Thanksgiving in mind and planned on a Thanksgiving porch display? Mmhmm. That’s my excuse to the kids.
We would up with a plethora of baby pumpkins to line up alongside big mama pumpkin. A couple of kid-friendly outdoor festivals where each child received a pumpkin to decorate and bring home. Lastly, a cute loner which Gab brought home from a pumpkin farm field trip. Eight pumpkins, each safe from the knife.
Our Thanksgiving cornucopia of porch pumpkins. I wonder if I could sneak up on them in the night and gut them for a hearty pumpkin pie.
In follow-up to yesterday’s phallic pancakes, I’m thinking of starting a section of curb blog dedicated to Cooking. I’ll title it something like dee cooks; bless her heart. Or dee cooks; we get explosive diarrhea. (i kid; my cooking doesn’t cause backside blow-outs. okay, there was this one time i made a grasshopper pie for a christmas get-together and one girl had barely finished her piece before defiling the restroom.) (hey! look! i’m talking about poop! it’s a sign that i’m getting more comfortable with writing again!) So yeah, poop. Cooking. Cooking!
(cooking is looking more like kooking, which is probably more appropriate for what i do in the kitchen) (kooking with dee, there we go)
I admit to being more or less comfortable preparing cupcakes. Unless my family are downright liars, they appear to enjoy a batch of my cupcakes by making them disappear down their cupcake holes. I’ve tried a few different internet recipes until settling on a specific cake and frosting protocol I diligently follow like any good little scientist.
I recently volunteered to send cupcakes for the fall festival at Gab’s elementary school. It was an under the sea theme, so I went with blue icing and anchovy adornments.
The anchovies had a gummy texture.
I procured a bag of assorted Swedish Fish® so the kids could have choices beyond red herring. Although seas can be green from gloopy plankton or black from careless oil spills, I blasted the frosting bowl with a bazillion drops of blue food coloring.
While it appears that I haphazardly plopped piles of frosting on the cupcakes with one arm behind my back and eyes closed, there was actually a method to my madness. I was going for crashing waves. However, there’s not much leeway between intricately crafted waves of frosting and shoddy heaps of sugar highs.
Sugariest Catch: Cupcake Baking off the Coast of dee's Kitchen
I do not enjoy cooking. Nope. Not one lick. Oh I try to like cooking, but I often find myself getting angry in the kitchen. Angry that I’m cooking. I figure it’s some feisty rebel gene who refuses to fully embrace domesticity.
So, I find ways to entertain myself at the stove for the 15 and up crowd.
The pancake to the right might want to see the doctor about orchitis.
For days when words fail me, I may resort to a photo from my growing collection, Compromised Praying Monk.
I don’t normally do movie reviews. I saw J. Edgar this afternoon and will leave it at the following: