First I baked pies (’cause I’m an American house frau and it’s part of the job apparently).
Hehe! Victory is mine, barely any crackage. I was told they were delicious (I hate pumpkin pie – won’t touch the stuff).
Buttermilk pies. This was a bitter disappointment. Both Andy & Win said it was good, but I thought it tasted like ass. I had the most fabulous Buttermilk Pie at a local resturant a few months back and I thought my recipe would be just like theirs. No such luck. Now I feel bad about giving one of these away to the neighbors – they probably think I’m trying to poison them. Especially since another neighbor got the extra (good) pumpkin pie.
And it tasted even better than it looks. We order our turkey from Whole Foods, for the past two years we’ve been requesting the Heirloom Turkey from Diestel and omg is it worth every penny. I swear you really can taste the difference.
Fat as a turkey…
Blackjack aka Wide Load aka Bad Kitty.
And Friday after a vet visit (expensive because apparently gerbils are “exotic”) and four days of anti-biotics twice a day for a lesion on his tummy, we had to say good-bye to Brownie yesterday.
Since the anti-biotics didn’t fix him we’re pretty sure the lesion was cancerous. The poor thing. Never mind the fact I didn’t want rats in my house in the first place. And the husband & the boy were the ones responsible for their care (ok, I did feed and water them on occasion) and cleaning the cage, I got all teary when we took him in to be put to sleep. We still have his brothers – Whitey & Blackie (yeah, I know – names). But who would’ve thought I had gotten attached the damn thing?