“Cleaning”
One-Word Wednesday: 10/4/23
Tag: Husband
“Yolking It”
So here’s a little shot of a corner of our kitchen. Our trio basket of perishables. Some of our cook books. A few spices.
But wait, before you move on, take a moment to look back up in the upper left hand corner of the photo.
See them? Two little chicken heads.
When both of them transitioned to our home via Amazon, I had no idea what they were.
But Robert had … adopted them.
I endured their relentless clucking for several days until I finally confronted HR and asked him, “Why? What?”
Unfazed by my frustrated confusion, he simply directed me to look at their mouths
“Oh … kay…” I answered, still not understanding.
“Neal, you crack an egg into the crown of the cute little dish. Then you tilt it forward and only the egg white pours out of the mouth!!!
He explained this with absolute thrill.
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
“But I just crack the egg and pour out the white carefully, “I replied.
Robert just stared back.
One-Word Wednesday: 9/6/23
“Preparation”
(More detail in this week’s upcoming Five Friday Happy Bringers.)
“Robert and … #39”
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a BIG plant and a little plant.
Working on our front-of-the-apartment “garden” today.
My Saturday Evening Post: 8/5/23 “$1.5 Billion Pickles“
So today, after buying the winning ticket for Monday Night’s $1.5 billion Mega Millions Lottery …
… a distressing thought occurred to me, interrupting my more-pleasant day dream about the hippest colors for matching Land Rovers for Robert and me. The Distressing Thought:
“What if, because of some Freak Accident by The Universe, I DON’T WIN?!”
After hyperventilating and falling into the depths of despair far too long for a man of my age, I finally came to my senses, realizing that there’s more than one way to get 1.5 billion dollars. Duh.
Then, Creative that I am, it didn’t take me long to come up with a viable Plan B.
A PICKLE BUSINESS!
Right?! Yes?! You with me?
I got to work, feeling so lucky that HR and I had just purchased some beautiful fancy cucumbers.
TIB (Truth in Blogging): Robert prepped the cucumbers, using his Fancy Stainless Steel Kitchen Mandoline Slicer thingy, which he won’t let me ANYWHERE near. He says I would kill myself because of my wandering attention span.
See? You’re believing in me now, I bet.
The name of my new $1.5 Billion Pickle Company?
“NEAL’S DILLS,” of course.
Five Friday Happy Bringers 8/4/23
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Summer Salads just keep on coming.
2. An HR-planned date night.
We went down to Plant Riverside, had dinner, watched the ships and enjoyed a terrific jazz concert.
3. Being thankful for a new chiropractor who is helping me with my lower back and arthritis issues. I walked out of his office yesterday morning with NO PAIN for the rest of the day.
4. Laughing at the craziness of both Halloween and Thanksgiving already making an appearance. And in this summer heat!
5. Tomato sandwiches!
I hope you have much to be “thanksgiving for” this weekend!
My Saturday Evening Post: 7/29/23 “Group Hug”
So for lunch on Thursday, HR (“Husband Robert” for the uninitiated) suggested we drive across the Savannah River to Bluffton SC and eat at Cahill’s.
We’ve eaten there several times before, and their Meat and Three is just scrumptious.
Oh goodness, Cahill’s Fried Chicken is Southern Culinary Joy.
For my Three, I chose sweet potato soufflé, collards and creamed corn. Robert got mashed potatoes with gravy, pickled beets and stewed cabbage. (We kept reaching our forks across the table to each other’s plates.). Washing it down with sweet tea, the “champagne of the south,” as Dolly Parton says.
The grounds of the working farm are simply beautiful.
Robert, who grew up in Inner City Baltimore, kept trying to pet and then milk this fake cow (bull?).
When I told him it was a statue of a cow, he got all huffy and stormed off toward the (real) chicken coops and the giant oaks proudly displaying their recently rained-on Resurrection Fern. (Do you know about Resurrection Fern? It looks brown and dead until rain. Then it is gloriously alive.)
When we got home, with our odds and ends we purchased at Cahill’s Market, Robert placed the few items on the cutting board for a photo op. The peppers and the tomato quickly scooted close to each other in a Group Hug.
If we could all be like vegetables!
Okay, sorry, if we could all be like fruits and vegetables.
“Pine-Apple-ing”
So I walked into our bathroom, an hour or so ago, in order to, well you know.
I started to sit down and saw this …
“Wait, what’s going on?” I thought, as I leisurely, then worriedly gazed at the curtained window. “Is this my bathroom?! Where AM I?”
“Is that an alien just outside my bathroom window? Look at his/her TALL hair!”
Terrified, I was ready to squeal, to yell for HR (Husband Robert- you know that!) to come help me, when I decided that, “No, let’s pull back the curtain. Kind of like with the Wizard of Oz.”
And then I realized.
HR had just put the pineapple in the bathroom window to catch some sun and ripen a bit more.
But seriously, IN THE BATHROOM?!
“Robert and … #38”
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … his foot with three cats.
See them?
Well, you may have to squint a bit for the third.
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