I wasn't going to blog this one, and I didn't take a picture, because I was too embarrassed to make two Martha Stewart references in a single week. But what the hell. The kid's asleep, and I can't think of anything else to blog about while I'm not folding the laundry, so here you go.
Yesterday was the fifteenth anniversary of the first time Mrs. Rodius kissed me and I kissed her back, so Thumper and I decided to make a nice dinner, by which I mean that he slept long enough for me to make a nice dinner. After our morning walk, we shopped for the ingredients, then he commenced to napping. I made a baked turkey tenderloin, cranberry relish, roasted carrots and sweet potatoes, a salad, and a cherry almond cake. It was all from scratch (except the pre-marinated Honeysuckle White tenderloin), and all from two different issues of Everyday Food, which in my defense, I subscribed to as part of my nephew's school fundraiser, and I didn't know it was a Martha Stewart publication until much later. I mean, it's not like I have a Martha Stewart fetish, or anything. Come on, people! Get off my back! It's not like I've started watching Oprah or anything!
OK, maybe I'm a little defensive about the Martha Stewart thing.
On the cake, in decorator icing, I wrote, "Happy Kissiversary" and drew a little heart. I wish I'd taken a picture of it, but maybe it's best that I didn't. My cake-writing apparently isn't that legible; Mrs. Rodius squinted at it and said, "Happy Kiss... Kiss... Kiss what?"
And since it all began with margaritas all those years ago, I made margaritas. They were nearly lethal, since I followed the recipe that said 3:2:1, tequila:cointreau:lime juice. Mrs. Rodius drank about a third of hers, pronounced it a little too strong, and made me drink the rest of it. So what could I do? I had to drink it. I mean, Cointreau isn't cheap; those were like $12 margaritas. I couldn't let it go to waste! And then I had to finish the last one left in the pitcher. I didn't want the lime juice to go bad.
Happy Kissiversary, Mrs. Rodius!
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You are too cute. Can you come be my stay-at-home parent? Please? I really need someone to make Halloween decorations and homemade meals and do sweet things for me. You're doing awesome.
IR loooovvvveeesss Martha! Ooooooooo!
Adorable. Cute. Sweet.
:)
I'm learning that there are many people who harbor secret love for Martha Stewart.
a dear friend of mine -- who happens to be an urban african-american lesbian -- is one. and it makes perfect sense.
happy kiss-thing to you two. and so sorry to hear about how you mauled your dear sweet child: you might want to start saving the coin for those therapy sessions now.
This is about the sweetest thing I've ever heard of.
Look where all that kissing landed you - mauling your kid and watching Martha!
You know, minivan mom, I AM always looking for new ways to make some money. What are you offering for various Martha-related services?
I do NOT love Martha! She's got beady little suspicious eyes. She can't be trusted.
Thanks, suttonhoo. We have no coin to save, so I'll just have to analyze him myself. I'm sure he'll love that. And Happy Birthday to your Pops!
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