Chicken Soup With Rice

I don't get out the the movies much, but we do rent or buy DVD's. My husband purchased Wall-e. I don't know what it is about that movie, but we have been watching it multiple times. It's that good. It's one of those movies that you catch something new each time you watch it. I should say that it's me that catches new things each time because I'm usually doing other things while the movie is on. I also liked the mini version of art through the ages while the credits rolled. My grandson LOVES this movie more than Speed Racer, and that's kind of a big deal.

On the running side of things, there hasn't been any. I thought something I ate disagreed with me on Thursday, but I'm still having flu like symptoms, with no appetite. Herbal tea and toast is about all I can deal with right now.

I did make my standard (when everyone gets sick) comfort food. Chicken soup. I really need to show someone else how to make my soup because there's nothing more comforting when someone else cooks for you when you feel crappy, and it didn't come out of a can. Maybe I can bribe my son into learning how to make this soup. At least he has some interest in setting foot in a kitchen. He's going through a Banana's Foster phase, and made that several times last week. My daughter isn't much for cooking from scratch. If push came to shove when it comes to cooking, my daughter could do something, but she'd be the first to order take out. There is hope for my grandson, though, since he actually asks to watch the Food Network with me sometimes, loves to crack eggs when we make cookies and is learning how to measure the ingredients.

Yesterday's song:
Rapper's Delight - Sugarhill Gang - Be A Good One

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Rapper's Delight

Friday evening the sunset was quite spectacular, and I made an effort to capture the colors while holding my big guns camera in one hand while holding the phone to my ear with the other. Not easy. The photo doesn't do the sunset justice, and I'm rather anxious for the city to get rid of those telephone lines that muck up any sunset photo I take from my backyard vantage point.

I meant to post that picture yesterday, but I was busy doing this:

There's a couple of gifts I need to get shipped right after Thanksgiving, thus, the early wrapping.

I go through gift wrap phases. When my kids were small, we used brown paper bags, red and green tempera paints, stencils and sponges, thick red yarn, and made our own gift wrap, which went with our cross stitch tree ornaments, popcorn and cranberry garlands. I loved that warm, home-y look, but the cats began to eat the popcorn off the tree. Then I went to work in the gift wrap department at a high end retail store. That's where I learned to make a lot of the wire ribbon bows I make now. We had to adhere to their strict gift wrapping rules and guidelines. Who knew gift wrapping had such stringent rules? It was like gift wrap military. The year after that I used nothing but gift bags. I've also gone through a burgundy and gold phase, and now blue and silver. I haven't tried purple yet, but that could be on the horizon. Maybe next year.

As for running, I didn't -- and now I'm feeling like a blob. I start fresh tomorrow.

Friday's song:
Another Brick In The Wall - Pink Floyd - Heffer Blog

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Another Brick In The Wall

Pat is part of a virus going around the blogs. You're supposed to post your fourth picture from your fourth file on your computer. I was intrigued. Here's mine:


I have no clue when this photo was taken. It's a dining establishment in La Jolla, CA. My husband uses the same computer for his photo files, so I'm guessing it's part of a building he was working on. I was hoping for something more exciting, unless you find pictures of walls, floors, ceilings, drywall and buildings under construction exciting.

Just out of curiosity, I went to the 5th file, 5th picture:


Surprise! A vaulted ceiling with a A brick wall. I should have known.

Yesterday's song:
Remember When - Alan Jackson - Katiefeldmom

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Remember When

Most daytime TV shows don't float my boat, however I'm a sucker for anything to do with cooking. While getting some major closet cleaning finished, I had regular network TV on. Each show had a segment about cooking Thanksgiving dinner, mostly all about the turkey. For me, the turkey or me making the food isn't the hard part. It's everything else. I think I've mentioned before, but it was a catastrophe when my mother-in-law did not make enough mashed potatoes. She made enough for 4 people and there's usually about 18 of us, and the kids were ready to declare war. Or how about the year there was a communication snafu of what to bring? There was one 9" or 12" pie per person = 18 pies. OK, an over abundance of pies isn't such a bad thing, but there were no green beans, cranberry sauce, salad or sweet potatoes. Then there's the time thing. What time is everyone showing up? One year my mother-in-law told everyone a different time to show up. Good times.

The funny thing about the missed mashed potatoes or the plethora of pies (and what ever else happened) is that, as a family, we will fondly remember those Thanksgivings. We were all together for one day, and that's all that mattered.




Yesterday's song:
Steal Away - Robbie Dupree

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