BiPolarBarry came out to play this morning.
He and my husband have gone hunting.
Perhaps when they get back, both will be in a better mood.
Because Lord knows Momma is not digging their demeanour.
Sometimes when Momma don’t dig, Momma opens her mouth and says what she thinks!

Going to an early Thanksgiving dinner this evening. Yeah. Not exactly enthused but will make the best of it. A nephew by marriage is in from Afghanistan and won’t be here for the dated one. The plus side of this is, at least I won’t have to spend my only day off in the true thanksgiving week surrounded by those I wouldn’t necessarily choose to spend my one day off with.

I’m sorry.

But I feel like I die a little inside when I hear the simplest words mispronounced.

I know. I know.

It’s not like I am a spelling nazi. No really.

I can hear the cadence and accent when some are mispronounced and I do appreciate the sounds.

But for fucks sakes, have they never read a fairytale, not once do I see once end with a st…oncest.
It’s funny, the amount of times once can be said in one conversation. Not so bloody funny the amount of times I can hear it in a days time.

Acrosst is another of them.

I can guarantee I will hear both said this evening. I will smoke some and make it a game, keeping an imaginary tally in my head of who says them.

I made my wild rice dish. Embellished with my spiced up butter fried corn, peas and carrots and diced ham. It’s bloody good, even if I say so myself. Can be eaten hot or cold.

First time I have made something to take to a Hillbillie family do. Usually the husband says not to bother. So I usually don’t. But after living here for [well shit I had to think] four years and not finding much to eat at these affairs. I know. Quit looking at me as if I am picky. I tell the husband…I just know what I like to eat. Dammit….when he makes that inaccurate accusation.

Life is far to bloody short to eat stuff that tastes like crap.

Or worse still.

Tastes like nothing.

NOTHING.

Bland café central is my cousin [by marriage] cooking style. I once had a new years dinner, where the turkey, ham, mashed potato, flat-noodles and vegetables all tasted like nothingness. I [as well as others] ended up salting the fuck out of that meal. To no avail. I am still amazed that such a feast can taste so bad.

No wonder they eat out a helluva lot.

Bon appétit