I couldn't wait for cold weather and snow, now I can't wait for spring. Is it human nature to be dissatisfied, or is it just me. Jeez Louise, I don't have a chance in hell of a garden like this anyway. I snagged this picture online, it's Susan Branch's garden, complete with a picket fence, one of my favorite things in life. Isn't it wonderful?
It's a sunny day, temps in the low 20's. I just may go for a ride on Milly after while, since hubby put her winter cover on. That should at least be invigorating. Ya think?
'Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house, nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The cookies I'd nibbled, the fudge I did taste, all the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number! When I walked to the store (less walk than a lumber) I remembered the marvelous meals I'd prepared, the gravies and sauces and beef nicely rare. The pies and the cakes, the bread and the cheese, and the way I never said "no thank you please". As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt, and prepared once again to do battle with dirt, i said to myself as only I can "you can't spend the winter disguised as a man!"
So away with the last of the sour cream dip, get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip. Every last bit of food that I like must be banished, till all the additional ounces have vanished. I won't have a cookie, not even a lick, ill want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread or pie, ill much on a carrot and quietly cry. I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore, but isn't that what January is for? Unable to giggle, no longer a riot... Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
Holy Schmoly, nothing worked the way it should have yesterday. I spent forever in the kitchen, made a cheese dip in the afternoon, we didn't enjoy it, neither one of us enjoyed the Country Club Chicken, the bananas were too green in the banana pudding, it just didn't do it either, and we couldn't find anything good on Netflix, we watched a horrid movie, fell asleep in the second one, gave up and went to bed at 9pm.
This will be a better day, this has to be a better day!!!!!!
And don't worry, I'm not going to bore you with a recap of last year. I hate those, too. Been there, done that, time to move on.
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If you’re one of those people who makes black-eyed peas on New Years Day, I have a wonderful recipe for you. My neighbor, the one with the fantastic German Potato Salad recipe, makes this every year, and it’s a fabulous dish!
2 cans black-eyed peas, I drain and rinse for a more subtle flavor 2 cans italian stewed tomatoes 1 lb. sweet italian sausage, with casing removed 1 large onion 2 tablespoons of italian seasoning 1 teaspoon of oregano, if desired
Brown onion and sausage, drain, crumble and dump all in a crockpot, simmer on high for 3-4 hours, meanwhile cook a cup or so of pasta, any small pasta will work and stir it in at the end. This is so good, and so easy….
Hubby and I were going to Angelo's, our favorite Italian restaurant for dinner tonight and then to a movie, we were!
Instead, I woke up this morning with a Tri-State Boomer of a headache and legs aching, due to the latest front coming in. So much for girl's lunch out. And rain/sleet/freezing rain is forecasted for this afternoon, so much for going to Angelo's, I had to cancel our reservation. And there was el zilcho that I wanted to see at the movie anyway, I was all excited to see Quartet with Maggie Smith, but they've backed the opening until January 13th.
We had to rethink our New Years eve, which meant eating in and cooking, so we had to go to the grocery store, so despite the fact that I felt like el crappola, we trudged out in the weather this morning, hubby maneuvering me thru the ice patches on the driveway to get to the car. The SUV has to sit out because Tootie is in the garage, heaven forbid Tootie sits out in the weather, and the golf cart is in the garage, as well, no room for two cars.
And, in an attempt to make me feel better, LC did take me to the Donut Bank for a maple pecan roll and a cup of the best coffee in Heavensville.
The Donut Bank was packed this morning, and it's always interesting to people watch. I sipped my coffee, ate my yummy roll while sitting at a window table watching the flag blow in the wind, the snow swirling around, and for awhile, life was good. But, alas, it was a temporary fix, the sugar rush was gone by the time we got to the grocery store, where the entire population of Heavensville had congregated. By the time we had waded through the aisles and checked out, my Tri-State Boomer, which was bad before, was now attacking me with a vengeance.
Now I'm home, not leaving either. I ingested massive amounts of caffeine and Excedrin in order to soothe my aching body and throbbing head, which will no doubt result in the jitters. But we do have a nice dinner planned, Country Club Chicken, which my friend Barb made recently and loved, a green salad, baby peas and a loaf of french bread to bake. And dessert? What we didn't get for Christmas, because we had to leave Ryan's early due to the weather, a comfort dessert we both love, homemade, warm banana pudding.