
Can it really be true that tomorrow you will be 15!!
Every day is a new adventure. Live each adventure to its fullest and enjoy each moment.
Way to cute!!!!!
The washcloth was smoking and smoldering. I let out a scream and once again Derek came running to see what was happening in the kitchen. I think at that point Kelly and I were laughing and did not know what to do.
My macho son grabbed the washcloth out of the microwave and ran for the back door. The cloth was beginning to glow with embers by the time he made it to the back door. Derek threw the cloth on the carport where it erupted into flames.We do have a bad situation with me and the kitchen.
Dick promptly reminded me that when his mother started to be like me they put her in an assisted living home where she could not have kitchen privileges anymore.
Evan has this theory about this incident and told us:
After a long rest in my chair wrapped in my warm fuzzy blanket, it was time to begin fixing a meal. What would be more fitting than to have hot soup on a foggy cold January day.
So out of the freezer came the left over ham from New Years. I chopped some carrots, celery, onions and potatoes then added the broth from the ham that I had frozen when it was baked, added two bay leaves then let this simmer for a couple of hours. Just before the soup was ready I made a batch of baking powder biscuits (still can't make them like my Mom does and hers are to die for) and added a hint of rosemary to the dough (yummy) then into the oven to bake. As the biscuits were ready to come out of the oven, I added canned milk to the soup and we were ready to sit down to our meal. Homemade peach jam and strawberry jam were placed on the table to adorn the hot biscuits.
This was a good day even though it started out rather rough.