Goodbye Mrs. Kiddelhopper

death

it's all around

half way across the world

and right at my door step

there's no escaping it

the last year of my life looks like a used afghan

a little unraveling here

and a little unraveling there

and no matter how you try to fix it

it's still there

you do your best

but,

it just doesn't look the same

there's always a hole and tattered ends of the yarn that came apart

you wish you had taken better care of it

Goodbye Mrs. Kiddelhopper, you will be missed

Petie

It's Monday

Would somebody please have a garden party?

So, I have been home for a week and I miss my hubby, ughhh...

I miss cooking for him and making him his favorite cookie

I have a million and one projects for him to do

he will be home in a few weeks and I will be writing how he's driving me crazy

never happy...

Lest you get the wrong idea,

in my mind, those pics from above are happening in the summer

not the spring

I loathe the spring...

I think America eats to much chicken

I have my reasons...

so I have dubbed Sunday's

chicken only

Petie's Sunday Chicken

I soaked a whole chicken in whole milk for a few hours,

drained it,

sprinkled it with olive oil, gave it a squeeze of lemon juice,

poured a little melted butter over it and some salt

and baked it for a couple of hours

Trust me when I say, you won't even have to set the table,

the chicken will be gone before you even get it to the table

it's that good...

Petie

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