Surprise! Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving.

Greetings y’all! Since my last post, many things have happened. We found a kitten, I moved into the ‘cover design’ phase of publishing, and Thanksgiving came. It has been an interesting few weeks to say the least.

On Saturday, November 7th, my dad gave me a ride to Macon, to Kitty City Cat Rescue, so I could pick up ‘Maleficent’ and bring her home. The whole idea was to surprise my daughter with her very own kitten. She has had the name picked out for years, though not as long as my husband and I had the name ‘Merlyn’ picked out before we were finally able to establish a home where we could have her.

‘Maleficent’ is proving to be very energetic, with a feisty attitude, but she loves to play. She reminds us of ‘Merlyn’ when ‘Merlyn’ when her age.

The day I brought her home, we absolutely surprised our daughter. ‘Maleficent’ had spent the entire 45-minute car ride, from Macon to Thomaston, meowing, which is normal. Unfortunately, the long car ride mixed with my dad’s driving technique, gave ‘Maleficent’ a queasy stomach. Luckily, I decided to include the blanket you see in the photo, in her carrier, and she only got sick on it. Twice. The good news is she hasn’t gotten sick since.

Having ‘Maleficent’ around has been different. ‘Merlyn’ and ‘Carlee’ are 8 and 6-years old respectively, so it’s been quite some time since we had a kitten around. ‘Maleficent’ is feeling right at home though because she runs the halls with ‘Carlee’ at night and into the early morning, and she gets her roughhousing with ‘Merlyn’ during the day, when she isn’t sleeping. Her favorite early morning activity is to play in my bed, attacking different areas of my bedding, about half an hour before my alarm goes off for work. I admit, it was kind of annoying at first, but what do you do when it’s a kitten.

I mentioned earlier, my book has moved forward, and now I am in ‘cover design’ mode. As soon as my friend whose a retired hairdresser can trim my hair a little, I get to experience my own little homemade personal photoshoot. I’ve never had a personal photoshoot, unless you count glamour shots that sadly fell through due to cost. That’s a story for another time.

Now, Thanksgiving. That was a busy day. I took the day off, meaning I didn’t open any time slots for my student’s parents to book. Instead, I woke up at 4am to begin prepping and baking. A week before this, my husband and I created the menu we had been planning to cook for our family and friends.

As you can see, we offered several choices for Thanksgiving dinner.

Preparing everything was tiring, but fun and worth it. By the time my husband got up at 6am, both pumpkin pies were in the oven, and I was filling the deviled eggs. Afterward, I started in on mixing my no-bake cheesecakes together, then I took a break. All the prepping we did, it reminded me of my mornings when I worked as a prep cook for Applebee’s in Monroe, Georgia. My husband and I learned early on that we work better in the kitchen together than anyone else we know. There are some people who don’t understand how we work so well together.

Now, to say our Thanksgiving day went absolutely perfectly smooth, that would be a lie. We did reach a hiccup in the system plan. First, it rained all morning, off and on, from heavy downpour to light drizzles, back and forth. We might have gotten past the rain, but the hiccup that followed left us without further options. We hooked everything up correctly, the propane tank to the turkey deep fryer we purchased, but there was a hit/miss somewhere because we weren’t able to officially deep fry the turkey. It wasn’t raining when my husband hooked everything together. It wasn’t raining when we set it all up in the spot we designated specifically for it. It began raining as we were trying to ignite the purpose, and because it did, we had to shut it down. So, instead of deep fried turkey, we properly executed a last moment oven roasted turkey. It was delicious!

The hardest part was sending text messages to our family and friends; “Due to inclement weather, deep fried turkey is now oven roasted. We’re sorry for the switch.” I felt like Gordon Ramsey on “Uncharted” when he’s unable to deliver his original dish idea to his guests of their culture. I am so thankful everyone was understanding. Well, almost everyone.

I experienced an additional hiccup, but it was neither food nor Thanksgiving related. At least I don’t think it was, but I don’t honestly know. My husband and I decided to do Thanksgiving this way because, as I mentioned and we all already know, we all have to take caution against Covid-19. I spent Thanksgiving, planning, prepping, preparing, and cooking with so much care, love, devotion, and thanks. Every plate we made, everybody we fed, we did it because we are thankful to have each and everyone we included in our Thanksgiving feast, in our life.

Our delicious Thanksgiving dinner.

Well y’all, I think that’s all for now. Christmas is right around the corner and with Christmas comes our Christmas menu. Yes, my husband and I are planning the same kind of theme for Christmas, but yes, a different menu. No turkey. We’re thinking about a spiral ham, prime rib, and colorful side dishes. Equally delicious.

Additionally, it’s not just Christmas we’re planning for, my husband and I were blessed to have a child born exactly 2 days after Christmas. This year, she turns 16, but because she’s a Descendant’s fan, it’s not ‘sweet sixteen’, she prefers her 16th birthday VK (villain kid) style; ‘sinister sixteenth’.

Thanks for reading y’all! I’ll post again soon!

St. Patrick’s Day Dinner Tradition, and Further Updates

Hey y’all!  I’m posting as promised!  Sadly I have no photos to share because I didn’t take any.  I had a decent day, but wasn’t feeling like photos.  That’s all.

My corning beef and cabbage came out perfectly. I put my brisket into the crock pot after finishing with my 7am class, added a few cups of water, turned the crock pot on high, and let it cook until about 4:30pm.  Fall apart, melt in your mouth, like butter, delicious!  My landlady’s husband is Irish, but he doesn’t like corned beef, so I made her a plate and invited her over. She loved it as well. Said it was ‘the bomb’.  The cabbage I fried up using my wok, a little bit of vegetable oil, and some natural corned beef stock from the crock pot.  Add seasoning to taste; salt, pepper, and Mrs. Dash Extra Spicy. Cook it down then add hot sauce and simmer. Mouth watering.  I boiled, then baked my red-skinned potatoes.  I’ve never done this before, but wow, they came out as good as my roasted potato recipe.  All in all, a great meal turn out considering I couldn’t get my hands on any Guinness beer to go with it.  Instead, my husband and I enjoyed some Bud Light Platinum.

The day wasn’t as busy as I initially thought and planned for it to be.  My parents are feeling their age and have been tired and achy with the weather, not to mention their own health ailments, so I didn’t have to go clean their place yesterday.  I wouldn’t have minded doing the cleaning for them, but they said it could wait until next week.  I did still go to my doctor’s appointment, a follow up on my eczema, and working to find a medication for it that my insurance will cover.  We tried Eucrisa and it works, really well, but insurance doesn’t cover it and it’s WOW expensive.  It’ll get figured out.

After I got home from my doctor’s appointment, I jumped right into cooking the rest of our St. Patrick’s Day dinner.  So, that was that.

Now, I’m fully focusing on finishing my manuscript.  It’s about halfway done, but the only stories I have left are those in my file on my computer.  I’ll be writing, revising, editing, and getting those polished up over the next month, then I’m sorting, categorizing, and preparing the file to submit to Page Publishing.  Fingers crossed!

This last week, though I was hanging outside on my porch because our weather was beyond beautiful, I sat outside with my writing binder, composing rough drafts from some notes I wrote a few years ago.  I had originally titled the entirety of the story ‘The Battlefield’, but after rereading all my notes, I decided a better route is breaking the story up into three shorter, but more detailed stories.

‘Dad Has What?’ is my dad’s cancer story from my point of view.  It was a very stressful time, a very scary situation, and I was only 14 years old.

‘The Gavel Hits Home’ is my story about the custody battle between my mother and dad, for me and my little sister.  It wasn’t pretty.

Finally, ‘Sneaky, Sneaky’ is about a little no-no I did while on visitation with my mother.  I was a well-behaved teenager, for the most part, but this is about something I did against my mother, without her knowledge, and I believe it helped us during the custody hearings.

So, as you can see, I’m still working, still writing, and to be honest, avoiding public places as much as possible, what with this Coronavirus, COVID-19, cautionary scare.  I’m not saying I don’t believe it, I’m saying I’m using as much caution as I can and I understand the fear of it.  Thank goodness my daughter is in online school.  However, I am wondering what they’re going to do as EOG’s and EOC’s were scheduled for the end of next month, but are currently suspended until further notice, so to keep our kids healthy.  So we can all stay healthy.

As always everyone, thank you for reading, and y’all, please stay healthy and safe!

“Happy St. Patrick’s Day!”

My corned-beef brisket went into the crock-pot around eight o’clock this morning, because I wanted to get it started after breakfast.  The longer it cooked, the more tender it would be, and I wanted it to melt in your mouth.  I chose red-skinned potatoes to clean, cut in half, and add to the brisket after lunch.  I’m letting them soak in cold water until then.  All that’s left to do is thickly shred a head of cabbage, slice an onion, and fry those up together in my wok with some hot sauce, red pepper flakes, salt, pepper, and some Mrs. Dash Table Blend.  My mouth is watering now just imagining how this is going to turn out when it’s finished.

I am of course wearing my green, and I chose to complete my outfit with a pair of St. Patrick’s Day toe socks I forgot I had until I saw Pete Hegseth’s green socks this morning on Fox & Friends Weekend.

I consider myself to be truly Irish, and by truly Irish, I mean I’m a drinker.  I drink Guinness for St. Patrick’s Day!  I’m enjoying a Guinness Extra Stout right now.  Join me in a toast to the Irish!

My corned-beef and cabbage meal came out absolutely divine.  The brisket came out so tender it fell apart, the potatoes tasted smooth in texture and perfectly acceptable to the taste-buds.  I didn’t cook the cabbage for too long, watching and simmering it slow for the best results.  My nanny used to over cook it, or over fry it in her iron skillet until it lacked the soft green and took on a pale, lifeless, almost unappetizing shade of green.  Zombie green.  However, she was famous for using hot sauce in her cabbage.  The spicy red color was appealing, and the smell would make our saliva glands work overtime.  My cabbage, though made similar, maintains a slight crisp per cabbage leaf.  I’ve found that that crisp helps when reheating it as leftovers.  Will it be tonight’s snack, or tomorrow’s lunch?

Something else we did today was we sat and watched a Disney Channel original movie, “The Luck of the Irish”.  I haven’t seen that since I was a teenager, and the first time I ever actually watched the movie, I was in fact my daughter’s age now.  I never gave it a thought before that I would sit and watch that same movie from my teen years with my teenage daughter.  Time really has passed.

Now, for the remainder of the evening, our house is going to smell of corned-beef and cabbage, I’m going to continue drinking my Guinness Extra Stout until it’s gone, and  I’m not complaining about either.  I love the Irish dish, but I normally only cook it once a year–on St. Patrick’s Day–but I’ve somehow managed to better it every year.  I also don’t drink Guinness often, so I enjoy it when we do.

Anyway, here’s to another St. Patrick’s Day, and to toasting it with Guinness!