Greetings from soggy North Carolina. We’re on our 10th straight day of rain (and therefore, big hair) without an end in sight for at least two or three more days. I’m not going to complain, though. Rain is my favorite weather, regardless of season, so I’m happily out on the back deck with some books, a laptop, a Thermos of hot water, assorted tea bags, and a quilt to keep me warm. I intend on staying out here until the kids get home from school and enjoy the sound of the rain through the leaves and water gurgling down the gutters.
Craig returns tonight from California. He’s been gone for the week which meant it was the perfect time for things to fall apart back here. The garage fridge went on the fritz and knocked out the circuit that controls the garage doors, something happened with one of the kids’ laptops and the one hammer in my toolbox – turn it off and turn it back on and see what happens – didn’t work, AND the dog ate a $250 retainer so let’s just say WE ARE READY TO HAVE AN ADULT IN THE HOUSE.
In the “if you give a mouse a muffin” category, I cleaned the freezers out which led to discovering an assorted mess of chicken parts which led to not having a pot big enough to handle them which led to a trip to Walmart and a 22 quart stock pot which didn’t sound like a lot until JJ did the math (he can do that now after a few months with a tutor – yay!) and told me I’d essentially purchased a five and a half gallon pot.
It took the better part of two days to cook, strain, cool, heat, and can it all but it’s now in the pantry and I’m officially done with canning for the year
except for maybe something else because it’s so much fun.
Local friends, there’s a little Mexican restaurant I found that has really good pupusas and tacos and flan. It’s called Las Marias and it’s located across the parking lot from the Walmart on New Hope Road. I stopped in for lunch on the day I bought the stock pot (and a cute little pitcher from Pioneer Woman’s collection – see below – darling) and liked it so much that I dragged Heather back a few days later.
I think she was a fan.
Tommy and I have been working concessions during the varsity games. It’s been a blast
and sometimes we get free nachos. The concessions manager loves to have him there not only because he is a natural salesman (just like his daddy), but also because he tends to draw an large crowd at the counter just to observe the giant.
Maybe if we stop feeding him, he’ll stop growing.
Have a nice day.