Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Goodbye Mrs. Kiddelhopper

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
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


Monday, February 16, 2015

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...