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If it’s Monday we must be in the middle of another snowstorm.
Such is winter.
We have an informal dinner group with three other couples here in Rhode Island. We get together every two months or so (remember the Scotch Tasting Dinner? That event started it). Well, one couple is wintering in Arizona now and another escaped to Florida for five weeks, so the remaining four of us–dressed in wool sweaters–gathered around their kitchen island and ate pizza and felt sorry for ourselves.
Banjo Man had to clamp his “ice grippers” onto his shoes in order to get us safely from the back door to the car.
Such is winter.
The good news about winter is having a good excuse to stay home and not go anywhere. I’ve been downloading dobro lessons (I’d wanted to take lessons in town, but with this weather it’s impossible to schedule anything) and doing jigsaw puzzles on the Kindle when I’m not writing or cleaning the house (just kidding!!).
In the spirit of happily staying at home by the fire, I’ll share what show I discovered on Netflix this weekend.
It’s set in Belfast and is a thriller about tracking a serial killer. The acting is phenomenal.
Have you discovered Houzz yet? It’s a great site for all sorts of home and landscaping ideas. A lot like Pinterest without the pinning. And more focused.
Today’s email came with an article about the conversion of a barn outside of Lincoln, Nebraska to a family retreat.
Totally amazing!
There are five weeks left on The Bachelor, before Farmer Chris picks a future wife and returns to the cornfields of Iowa. I will be watching the finale in Austin, unfortunately. I say “unfortunately” because Story Man (aka Son #2) owns an old box television the size of budget microwave. The remote doesn’t work, except to increase or decrease the volume. It’s difficult to see and even harder to hear.
But I will watch the finale and grumble to myself. Hopefully Story Man will be at work and won’t hear me badmouth his television again. So…let me give you an update on how my “Iowa Wife Picks” are doing so far:
Whitney, the fertility nurse with the high voice, is still a front runner. She and Chris “crashed” a wedding on their one-on-one date and the Bachelor clearly had a wonderful time. He was extremely affectionate, pulling her in for real kisses and embraces, at the end of the date. She hasn’t been shown much since then, which is another clue that she might end up F1 (Final 1), because the show likes to hide the winner and keep viewers guessing. She received the Group Date Rose Monday night and has been shown to be mature and classy, despite having to deal with the Crazy Mean Girls in the house. She is getting a good edit, which means she is Final 2 or in the running to be the next Bachelorette. Since she is not at all Bachelorette material, I vote she’s the winner–or runner up.
Kaitlyn is still funny, dropping her bikini pants on a “lake camping date” and always having something snarky to say. Chris likes her, obviously. I personally think she’s auditioning for the Bachelorette (who is always selected from the preceding Bachelor show), but that’s going to be an uphill climb. I don’t think she has over-the-top physical chemistry with the Farmer, but he always has a good time when she is around. She makes him laugh. Men like that!
Jade won the Princess Date last week–and she was selected by the Farmer’s three sisters as a good match for him. I think they liked her freckles and the fact that she was from a small town in Nebraska. What they didn’t know is that she has been arrested several times for theft, has a DUI, and makes her living from modeling nude. If you google her you can see all of her lady bits on display…over and over again. I think Chris is in for quite a surprise, because I think she is in the top 4 right now.
Becca is nice, normal and mostly silent. If she is F1 she is getting the stealth edit, a romance that no one has seen develop. I hope we see some one-on-one dates soon. I’d like to watch for physical chemistry and if she and Chris are able to carry on a conversation.
Britt is making my skin crawl. She sleeps with her make up on–glitter eye shadow and pink lipstick, no less–“just in case” there is an early-morning surprise date with the Bachelor. And guess what? There was! Despite crying to the other girls about her fear of heights, she joyfully jumps into a hot air balloon with Chris in New Mexico.
This is one of my pet peeves about this show: women who are afraid of something are thrust into dates doing the one thing they are afraid of. I know they fill out intensive questionnaires and must list “greatest fears”, then the producers arrange dates that feature those fears for the most dramatic impact. I’ve yet to see one of these women refuse to bungee jump off a bridge or climb the Eiffel Tower or rappel down a building or leap into a frigid lake. Instead they blink back tears and tell the camera–and the Bachelor–that they can do anything because “he” is with them.
Are you kidding me????? Grow a pair, ladies. Refuse to jump off the cliff. Suggest going out to dinner and drinking wine instead. Tell your date (a man who is also dating fifteen other women) that you are not crazy enough to jump/leap/dive/climb and risk death. Does self-preservation go out the window when dating an attractive, wealthy, single man? (Oh, wait, I forgot about the idiot in Fifty Shades of Gray).
If I were forty pounds lighter and forty years younger and Bradley Cooper asked me out and said, “I have a really great date planned. We’re going to Reptile World to play with the snakes!” I would get out of the car really fast.
Really, really fast.
Bradley Cooper and his snake could find someone else to play with on a Saturday night.
Back to Britt: She is a waitress in Los Angeles (which means ACTRESS!!!!) and I think she plans to be the next Bachelorette. She grows more artificial in each show and this past Monday I wished someone would hold her down and wash the goop off her face so we could see what she really looks like. I hope she’s not the next Bachelorette, because I don’t think I could watch. And that would be sad for me and for Banjo Man.
Okay, here comes crazy. I was really wrong with this pick. Kelsey is officially insane. Last week she was miserable about having to go camping (and I can identify with that) and pretended to be happy when talking to Chris. Fake. If you’re going to hate camping, Kelsey, own it!!!!
This week she “shared her story” with Chris, surprising him in his hotel room so she could get him alone and tell him about how her husband dropped dead on an Austin street eighteen months ago. Then she pounced on the Bachelor and forced a few kisses out of him, though the man was clearly not into her. Later she gleefully told the camera that she “loves” her “story”. Huh? She confides that she will definitely get a rose at the rose ceremony because her story is so good and she is such a strong person, blah, blah. Crazy eyes!
She then collapsed on the floor before the rose ceremony. Panic attack? Or a timely dramatic scene to get attention? This young woman needs to go home and get into counselling, asap.
This was one strange episode. Chris is not a lively, chatty bachelor and does not exude drama. So the producers, knowing they have a Nice Farmer Guy, have ramped up the crazy girls in the house. We have Ashley, the Kardashian look-a-like with a belly ring (on the first night she told Chris to “rub it for good luck” and then proceeded to eat his face) who repeatedly tells everyone she is a virgin.
I don’t think she’s a virgin.
There is sweet Jade, the nude model for Playboy. This is the most tasteful photo I could show you from the online Playboy site. You’ll have to google the rest yourself if you’re really curious.
Jordan, who was drunk for the first two (three?) episodes, returned to ask for another chance (she didn’t get it). There was another Ashley, who clearly shouldn’t combine alcohol and anti-psychotic meds.
Mackenzie, who is twenty one and looks fourteen and has an 18 month old son named Kale (Kale? Huh?), acts like she is in junior high and gets upset when anyone else kisses her boyfriend. She also likes to talk about aliens (the ones from space).
Monday’s episode featured the most awkward one-on-one date in Bachelor history: a session with a Santa Fe “love guru”. Poor Carly won hearts by putting a stop to the guru’s commands and admitting she was uncomfortable removing her clothing. Chris was relieved and thrilled to spend time with someone normal. I like Carly. She could be a fan favorite and end up as the next Bachelorette instead of Fake Britt From L.A.
I can’t wait for next Monday. The program ended with a paramedic hovering over a collapsed, moaning Kelsey while Chris hid in the garden and cancelled the cocktail party. I think he’s grown tired of the drama and just wants to go back to Iowa.
I can’t blame the guy.
I need a little Joan Baez in my life today.
A blast from the very distant past.
I may skip the dobro and pick up the guitar for this one.
Sing along if you want!!!
This is happening now.
This is happening this evening. Wind chill will be -8.
This is happening at 8 PM tonight.
This is becoming a Monday night tradition: snow, tequila and reality television.
We do what we have to do.
Banjo Man gave me a “muffin top” baking pan for Christmas. Having had so much success buying oddly shaped baking pans for my birthday, he thought he’d continue the roll he was on.
I haven’t felt like cooking or baking or doing anything in the kitchen lately. Since Christmas (well over a month ago) I haven’t been interested in cooking. I spend a lot of time reading, playing the dobro and the lap steel, listening to new songs on Pandora, sewing and, of course, working on the new novella (due March 1st).
Once in a while I scramble some eggs, slice up an apple, make a toasted cheese sandwich. Whatever is easy. My mother gave us a huge box of Omaha Steaks products for Christmas, which made life incredibly simple, too. Steaks? Yes! Twice baked potatoes? Yes!!! Apple caramel tarts? YES!!!!
But on Saturday I thought I’d better cook something, anything. Banjo Man and I went to town first thing in the morning because I had an appointment to have my hair cut. I miss Great Clips, in Idaho, where I can just wander in on a whim and get a trim. But anyway….Banjo Man drove me because we doubted if there would be parking spaces, due to the Blizzard Of Last Week.
Then we went to the grocery store, one I hadn’t been in for about five years. It looked beautiful, recently remodeled, and was filled with people of all shapes, ages and genders wearing New England Patriot clothing.
Definitely festive.
We don’t normally go to grocery stores together, but Banjo Man promised to shop quickly and I promised to be nice, so it went well. He bought chicken tenders and I bought beans. He bought almond milk and I bought chicken broth. He bought broccoli and I bought non-prison-quality toilet paper.
We had separate carts.
Separate carts is what saves our marriage.
But I was talking about muffins, wasn’t I?
I was.
When I came home from shopping I vowed to make something from the chicken and the beans, which I did, and will share with you tomorrow, after I reheat it today and see if I still like the texture.
Stay tuned.
Because my freezer (the one on top of the fridge) was so full that black frozen bananas kept falling out every time I opened the door, I defrosted the bananas and vowed to make something.
Muffins. Using the muffin top pan.
I found this blog and the perfect recipe on Sally’s Baking Addiction blog. She swears these muffins are only 131 calories and super low-fat.
You can read all about it and see the photos there. It’s a great blog!
Here’s my adaptation:
Ingredients:
Preheat oven to 325F degrees. Spray muffin tins with nonstick spray. Mix the flour, baking soda, salt, and cinnamon together until combined.
In another bowl, mix the honey and brown sugar together. Add the mashed banana, yogurt, and beaten egg. Slowly pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients. Gently begin to fold it all together. It will be very thick. Add the milk slowly and continue to gently mix the ingredients together. Fold in the blueberries.
I used one muffin top pan (which made 6 muffin tops) and a pan of mini muffins. The recipe made 9 muffin tops and a dozen mini muffins.
Bake for 15-18 minutes.
Banjo Man and I are watching Season 1 on Netflix. We have one episode left. Banjo Man loved it from the first episode, but I thought it was too graphic, too gory. But since the plot lines have focused on the characters and the mysteries (instead of creepy violence) I’ve become hooked. I think Season 3 starts on NBC soon.
Three episodes of Black List and an hour of American Idol (I love you, Harry Connick Jr.) were a good end to a stress-filled day.
Banjo Man had tackled the job of digging out the car, which he did very, very slowly. I watched him to make sure he kept his promise to take it easy.
And then Skype music lessons were cancelled. Boo hoo.
After changing my snow-crusted clothes and putting my guitar away, I had to sort out a complicated project with two other authors, both talented and enthusiastic ladies, but with no experience in the kind of project they were attempting to set up. As the Old Crone of the trio, I had plenty of experience and could see the flashing “Danger!” signs ahead. It was time to sort things out so we could turn their fun ideas into a real book.
In other words, it was time to hide my Cranky Self and pretend to be Cooperative and Wise.
I need a headband!!!!
Our thermostat died after we dug out the driveway, so we had no heat upstairs in the living area. We depend on our gas fireplace to heat the house, so our home was pretty chilly for the rest of the day. We could have gone down to the basement, but there’s no HD tv down there and we do have our priorities! After dinner Banjo Man hunted down every comforter in the house and piled them all on the Big Couch. We ate nachos and drank tea and watched television.
Life was good.
So as I sit here and wait for the repairman I think I’ll search ebay for purple gowns, maybe make myself a headband out of potato peels and decorate a stick with pine cones and moss.
Banjo Man and I are taking turns digging out from the storm. We have at least 20″ of snow and getting it off the car (my job) wasn’t easy. I trudged through snow up to my knees, I cursed, I fell, I cursed some more. But the car has been unearthed (mostly) and my boots are drying by the stove.
For now.
I’m going to warm up a bit and then go out again.
Because Banjo Man likes company, even someone who is grumpy and cold and cranky about a recent writing project.
How many days until this?