However, everyone who guessed coffee was a close second. I honestly didn't place that cup there to throw you off. It just happened to be there. Sorry, but no prize has been offered!
My daughter, Tessa (Tmarie) was probably the most accurate. She mentioned the Pyrex measuring bowls, the coffee, and the butcher block. I hadn't even thought of that butcher block when I took the picture but she hit the nail on the head. It would be like cooking with my hands tied behind my back if I didn't have my butcher block.
Tessa had to bring up whether I looked in the closet for my coffee! You see, during my child rearing years I'd often move at what Jim calls "warp speed". It was hard getting everyone going in the right direction, working full time, keeping the house in order.... She knows what I'm talking about now, since she has four kids. You'd think she'd take pity on me. Anyhow, my coffee cup was suppposed to move at warped speed with me, but sometimes it got left behind - often getting left in strange places, such as a closet shelf. It became the family mantra that when I would yell "Where's my coffee?!?", they would respond "Look in the closet!" After all these years that darn coffee cup still has a mind of its own and stays behind in the strangest places.
Our company was an 80 year old guy Jim works with. He is a sweetheart. His wife died a month or so ago, so we thought he might like to spend an evening with us. About an hour before he was supposed to arrive, the heavens opened up with torential rain and hail.
|This is not snow - it is hail|
Fortunately the storm didn't last long. John showed up right on schedule and we had a fun evening together. It is hard to believe, but I did forget to take a single picture more. Between putting together the final touches, visiting, laughing and just having a good time, it didn't occur to me.
Before dinner, we sipped on a Cubalibra (rum and coke with a splash of lime) for an hour or so.
The dinner menu was a lettuce salad, chicken spaghetti casserole, and asparagus. We served a light red wine with dinner. I tried to keep it simple but that casserole took me forever to make. Dessert was a chocolate sheet cake with a homemade icing that resembled whipped cream. It took an insane amount of beating to make the icing. Next time I will go back to beating heavy whipping cream. Sometimes the basics are best.
After dinner, we spent a couple of hours curled up in the living room with an after dinner drink.
The evening flew by. John is one of those people who has done so much in his life, and likes to tell stories of his experiences. He talked comfortably about his wife and her passing. We were all suprised when 9:00 came and John said he probably should be heading home.
And here we are - Saturday and more drissle. I'm just glad it is not snow!
|Last night's hail|