Or rather, “How a well intentioned evening of preparing a delicious meatloaf from scratch quickly devolves into photos of slurping pan juice and vicious attacks on greek pasta salad with the addition of a box of wine and a few bottles of imperial stout”
Yeah. It happened. And, well… it happens. Usually with the meals that take longer to prepare. You’ve seen my posts about ravioli and my inverse levels of caring whether it’s sealed in proportion to my BAC.
This evening was no exception. Dad was bringing over the meat, we were to prepare some meatloaf together and have a fabulous meal. But then I had wine. And he had stout. And so did Craig. So we got the meat ground, but by the time it was mixed with onions and bread crumbs, my interest in following the recipe went out the window. In fact, I’m pretty sure I forgot to add eggs at all. So we just added Tom Douglass BBQ seasoning and salt until it tasted great to the drunken palate. Boy was it good.
Then we baked it. Have I ever told you how long baking meat loaf takes when you’ve had a few drinks? It’s like…. YEARS! And we were hungry. So we just ate the Greek pasta salad anyway. We decided that it was an appetizer in our multicourse meal of pasta salad and meat loaf.
Then while we let it rest, we slurped the heavenly juices. And they were magical. In fact, I took a photo that I had to promise my dad that I wouldn’t post.
Then we had more beer.
Then we finally at the meat loaf. With a delicious bbq sauce that my dad mistakenly left at our house and was swiftly consumed by the human members of our household.
Then I took a picture of the dog and our really sweet 70’s linoleum floor
Cool story, huh?
Ok, after last year’s complete watermelon failure, I pretty much swore to myself that I wouldn’t ever try growing watermelons ever again. I planted like 6 starts, one plant survived and grew approximately 2 feet all summer, despite huge amounts of watering, and almost everything else in the yard flourishing.
Then I was at Flower World several weeks ago and found a packet of (YELLOW!!!) heirloom personal-sized watermelon seeds “excellent for the northern climate gardener” which means people with short growing seasons and not super hot summers… basically…. ME!
So I bought them. Then I cursed myself the entire way home for spending $3 and a summer full of emotional turmoil when they don’t even produce fruit that’s anywhere near mature by October. Then a few days later I found another packet of small-sized watermelon seeds at another store couldn’t help but snatch it up, after already having received the flogging I’d given myself not a week prior. I don’t know why I’m doing this to myself again.
Then, during a stroke of genius, I decided to mark which ones were which so I could know whether to be upset when the yellow ones didn’t grow. I put toothpicks in the cells that had one particular sort so I could tell the difference. The problem is that I forgot which ones were which. And they all sprouted. So it’ll be an exciting surprise when I cut into them. Or more likely than not, it’ll be supremely disappointing because I will never know which plants were which because they never produced fruit. Regardless, my ridiculously optimistic tendencies reared their ugly heads and I will HOPEFULLY be enjoying tiny little partially ripe watermelons most of the way into autumn. Most likely as dessert for my birthday in November.
In case you were feeling homesick mom.
You can see our neighbor’s gutter from the top to the bottom totally shooting out, missing the lower gutter.
I guess at the bottom of our hill about 5 minutes following this biblical rain, the big intersection (I’m pretty sure the only people who read this blog have been to our house) was flooded under several inches of rain, going up over the sidewalks and everything.
You’ve all seen the fancy expensive blown glass hummingbird feeders at hardware and wildlife stores. They’re beautiful, but usually like $40. And I like hummingbirds, but not $40 worth. While fondling a couple at my local hardware store, I found that some of them have rubber stoppers with feeder tubes, just as if they were normal glass bottles. Which then made me wonder why I couldn’t just get a stopper and rig up some fancy looking hanging apparatus and use a nice looking bottle, of which I have many lying around. So I did.
This is my first attempt. The design could obviously use a little…refining? But as is, it’s better looking than those chincy plastic pieces of shit you see hanging off the eaves of trailers, and certainly cheaper than the nice ones that cost tons of money.
Maybe I’ll use pliers without teeth on them next time.
Total cost: $3.50
Stopper (at the local wild bird store, they’re way cheaper online) -$3.00
Copper wire at Home Depot – $.50 for 3 feet
Bottle from my stock of fliptop bottles – free
Cheesy glass bead thing – I have a million left over from some craft project – free