Remember when I said I’d be better about posting? I lied, but I’m trying. I’ve been really busy with work and the bridal shower, which is over after much planning and anxiety. And if you were wondering what the preferred brunch beverage is for the elderly on a hot summer day, it’s mimosas. I was of course sucking down Bloodies.
So, we’ve been having “family” dinner nights at the church, and when I say church I mean where I live. Jean nearly shit herself when she thought I’d found God. And in some ways, she’s right — He’s at the bottom of a bourbon bottle and I pray to him often. It started off with just me, Mandrew & Rich, which turned into Mike, Liz, Mandrew & Rich, which is now those four, Clarke, Mary and Mike’s momma.
Last week we had a “Southern Fried Night.” Seitan fried “chicken” with rodeo ranch, mashed potatoes, mac’n’cheese, corn on the cob, biscuits and 2 types of cobbler for dessert-assorted stone fruit and blueberry. It was my first attempt at cobbler and I cheated by using frozen pie shells, get off my nuts! It turned out pretty good, but I think I can perfect it. We noshed Virginia peanuts for an appetizer while preparing the food, and listened to the Hackensaw Boys and Dolly Parton all the while, drinking bourbon. I likes mine with ginger ale. Topping off the evening was a screening of Gummo, aka the sickest movie I’ve ever seen. That spaghetti in the bathtub scene makes me want to throw myself down a flight of stairs.
Last night we had Italian night, which was amazing and I’ll be posting about that asap.
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