Friday, January 30, 2009

It Hurts To Be Beautiful

Ahh, the 1950's. The Atomic Age. Who knew that "radioactive dirt" and Geiger counters could be used as beauty implements?

Cabin Vacation '09









Sunday, January 25, 2009

Friday, January 23, 2009

Monday, January 19, 2009

Hello! Have We Met?

Next Sunday, C and I will have been married for six years. You would think that by now, he'd have a general idea of my likes and dislikes. But last night he seemed surprised when I declined to watch his most recent Netflix request, Death Race. Here is the Netflix description of Death Race:

"Jason Stratham stars in this futuristic thriller as Jensen Ames, an ex-con turned speedway champion who's framed for a grisly murder and forced to compete in a grueling three-day televised car race against his fellow inmates. Sitting behind the wheel of a monster car outfitted with machine guns, flamethrowers, and grenade launchers, Ames is in the race of his life - and the whole world is watching."

Car races that involve monster cars outfitted with machine guns, flamethrowers, and grenade launchers? What would make C think that this would sound evenly remotely appealing to me? But for some unknown reason, C also mistakenly believes me to be lusting after Jason Stratham. In truth, I think it may be C that is lusting after Jason Stratham. (By the way, this was also after he offered me some of his "scrapple"). At this point, I have to assume that he must be confusing me with his other wife.

Visit with Momo


Sunday, January 18, 2009

And Now for Something Truly Disgusting...



Tonight, we had "breakfast for dinner," something we do fairly often since it's relatively easy to prepare and the kids seem to enjoy it. However, for the first time ever, C cooked something truly disgusting called "scrapple," which I had never heard of before.

Apparently, scrapple is the unique creation of the Pennsylvania Dutch. Being from Pennsylvania, I guess C practically wet his pants when he stumbled upon his beloved scrapple at our local grocery store.

According to Culinary Sleuth, "the word, scrapple originates from 'scrap' or 'scrappy' meaning (that it's) made up of odds and ends because that's exactly what it is—boiled, ground leftover pig scraps with cornmeal and spices thrown in."

Perhaps you're wondering exactly what parts of the pig go into the creation of scrapple? I know I was, so I googled it. Again, according to Culinary Sleuth, "after the ham, bacon, chops, and other cuts of meat are taken from the butchered pig, what remains are the fixings for scrapple - including the meat scraped off the head" (sorry, that was just me dry-heaving). Depending on the batch, "scrapple may contain pork skin, pork heart, pork liver, pork tongue - even pork brains."

What's more, scrapple is gray in color.


This image really doesn't do scrapple the justice it deserves - it's far more gray than that.

And as if frying scrapple and eating it at the same table that I have to eat my own dinner at weren't offensive enough, C managed to get scrapple grease all over the stove and my favorite blue pot as well. 

My cute blue bean pot prior to the assault

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

My Kind of Fun

Sunday morning, my bed, a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and a ready abundance of movies such as these for my viewing pleasure:

Currently on my tivo list:
Some Like It Hot
Double Indemnity
The Big Sleep
Now Voyager
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
Sunset Boulevard
Viva Las Vegas
The Miracle of Morgan's Creek
Straight Jacket
Tomorrow is Forever
DOA
Bob, Carol, Ted, and Alice
Queen Christina
Invasion of the Body Snatchers
Roman Holiday
Yojimbo
Mildred Pierce
A Place in the Sun
Blow Up
All This and Heaven Too
Dark Victory

*Note: Needless to say, rain would make this scenario even more ideal.