I think it's funny how completely serious they are, considering they're wearing these brilliant accessories and eating ice cream!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Froggie Fashion
Grammy Karen made Maggie this frog skirt and we finally found all the appropriate accessories....
The hat was the stumper.
It fits GREAT and she loves it!
Thanks, Grammy!
Monday, October 17, 2011
Bookclub at Anne's
*I was going to leave this part out, but it's an illustration of football craziness and if I DON'T include it, I'm sure "someone" will put a sticky note on the fridge door about it.
So...
Did anyone catch the Detroit Lions-San Francisco 49ers game?
HUGE...it was a HUGE game, because the Lions were undefeated and the 49ers are looking strong for the first time in 10 years. (Okay, maybe 15 years...a long stinkin' time, I can tell you that.) I was barely able to focus on making my bookclub food for watching it. Part of the reason was that my fantasy football quarterback is the Lion's quarterback and the 49ers defensive line is my FF line...blah, blah, blah. It was a big deal. For me. I forget that it's not a big deal for probably 99% of the rest of the county's population. And it was a CLOSE game!!
I made myself leave the house on time, even though it was the 4th quarter and SF was only leading by 1 point. Drove like the wind blows to the appointed meeting place, Cohagen School, and frantically tried to get the SF 49ers Live on my Droid phone...nothin'. Ran into the school like a crazy woman, looking for a computer which Joni thoughtfully turned on after viewing the panic in my eyes...(she stepped aside, reminding me that it was STILL baseball season, you know) I found the GameTracker, tried to politely mmm-hmm in conversation, explaining to Aaron Carroll what my obsession was with TTU, sweating palms....and the 49ers made a touchdown! YES! Two minutes left in the game and we had to leave. WHAT? Traci reassured me that she had the game on XM radio in the car....that was the only reason I got in the car.
I'm listening to the game, the other ladies are chatting about...kids? cows? school?....I don't know. There was a timeout with a minute left, Detroit's possession, and Traci asked, "What's the score?" I replied that it was 25-19 with a minute left, and she shut it off. Didn't turn it down, mind you...turned it OFF. OFF!!!! I tried to be cool. It was, after all, a timeout. But seconds ticked by and she didn't turn it on. In fact, she started a new story and away we sped toward Jordan, like the biggest game of the season, Super Bowl not withstanding, wasn't in the final moments. I carefully removed my fingernails from the back of the seat, thinking perhaps she'd just switched it to the back controls...ah,no, she had not. In a panicky voice I asked, "Did you turn the game off, Traci?" Um...yeah. She thought it was over. (She really wasn't messing with me...she SAYS...but truly thought it was done.) I got to hear the last 30 seconds, which in football time is like 10 minutes, to hear the beautiful pronouncement that the 49ers had beaten the Lions.
I didn't scream, but I wanted to.
I didn't pull out the Joe Montana jersey I had stuffed down in the bottom of my camera bag, waved it and then pulled it on to wear into the grocery store, but I wanted to.
I didn't leave big messages all over Facebook, but I wanted to.
(Here's a picture of Michael Crabtree, former TTU Red Raider, making a catch in the game...photo from SF Chronicle.)
It was GLORIOUS, I tell you!!!!
Now....
Back to our real story....
Our little bookclub met yesterday afternoon for appetizers and dessert, and to discuss this month's selection Sarah's Key, by Tatiana de Rosnay.
First, about the book:
It's a little complicated to try to sum up, so I'll use the publisher's blurb from the back of the book:
Paris, July 1942: Sarah, a ten-year-old girl, is taken with her parents by the French police as they go door to door arresting Jewish families in the middle of the night. Desperate to protect her younger brother, Sarah locks him in a bedroom cupboard—their secret hiding place—and promises to come back for him as soon as they are released.
Sixty Years Later: Sarah’s story intertwines with that of Julia Jarmond, an American journalist investigating the roundup. In her research, Julia stumbles onto a trail of secrets that link her to Sarah, and to questions about her own future.
In Sarah’s Key, Tatiana de Rosnay offers up a mesmerizing story in which a tragic past unfolds, the present is torn apart, and the future is irrevocably altered.
It was hard for me to read, especially at first, because the little boy locked in the bedroom cupboard was Angus's age. And the ending was a little too....neat. But the book was thought provoking and it brought attention to the roundup of Jewish families of the Velodrome d'Hiver in France, an incident that many are not familiar with.
We chewed on the book as we noshed on the crazy spread of food....we just stood there in the kitchen and laid waste to a pile of decadant finger foods. Isn't that great? We didn't even really need to use utensils! Here are the photos:
Anne's ceviche....I loved it, but I can tell it's a sort of specific taste (fish cooked in lemon/lime juice, then chilled) and it's not a real crowd favorite. It tasted so clean and fresh to me...a nice break from the heavy cheese stuff.
I do love all things French....even their cracker boxes!
Isn't Anne elegant? And I love that this photo has all the story hands going on. We all use our hands with our stories...the better the story, the more the hands fly...
Frou-frou Pelligrino beverages, courtesy Susie Milam...pretty containers for truly yummy drinks.
I'm not going to try to point every good and perfect thing out on this spread....suffice it to say, we weren't lacking in anything, especially in the cheese department. (Happy Cheese-mas, by the way! A post all of its own...)
We finally resorted to plates...
So...
Did anyone catch the Detroit Lions-San Francisco 49ers game?
HUGE...it was a HUGE game, because the Lions were undefeated and the 49ers are looking strong for the first time in 10 years. (Okay, maybe 15 years...a long stinkin' time, I can tell you that.) I was barely able to focus on making my bookclub food for watching it. Part of the reason was that my fantasy football quarterback is the Lion's quarterback and the 49ers defensive line is my FF line...blah, blah, blah. It was a big deal. For me. I forget that it's not a big deal for probably 99% of the rest of the county's population. And it was a CLOSE game!!
I made myself leave the house on time, even though it was the 4th quarter and SF was only leading by 1 point. Drove like the wind blows to the appointed meeting place, Cohagen School, and frantically tried to get the SF 49ers Live on my Droid phone...nothin'. Ran into the school like a crazy woman, looking for a computer which Joni thoughtfully turned on after viewing the panic in my eyes...(she stepped aside, reminding me that it was STILL baseball season, you know) I found the GameTracker, tried to politely mmm-hmm in conversation, explaining to Aaron Carroll what my obsession was with TTU, sweating palms....and the 49ers made a touchdown! YES! Two minutes left in the game and we had to leave. WHAT? Traci reassured me that she had the game on XM radio in the car....that was the only reason I got in the car.
I'm listening to the game, the other ladies are chatting about...kids? cows? school?....I don't know. There was a timeout with a minute left, Detroit's possession, and Traci asked, "What's the score?" I replied that it was 25-19 with a minute left, and she shut it off. Didn't turn it down, mind you...turned it OFF. OFF!!!! I tried to be cool. It was, after all, a timeout. But seconds ticked by and she didn't turn it on. In fact, she started a new story and away we sped toward Jordan, like the biggest game of the season, Super Bowl not withstanding, wasn't in the final moments. I carefully removed my fingernails from the back of the seat, thinking perhaps she'd just switched it to the back controls...ah,no, she had not. In a panicky voice I asked, "Did you turn the game off, Traci?" Um...yeah. She thought it was over. (She really wasn't messing with me...she SAYS...but truly thought it was done.) I got to hear the last 30 seconds, which in football time is like 10 minutes, to hear the beautiful pronouncement that the 49ers had beaten the Lions.
I didn't scream, but I wanted to.
I didn't pull out the Joe Montana jersey I had stuffed down in the bottom of my camera bag, waved it and then pulled it on to wear into the grocery store, but I wanted to.
I didn't leave big messages all over Facebook, but I wanted to.
(Here's a picture of Michael Crabtree, former TTU Red Raider, making a catch in the game...photo from SF Chronicle.)
It was GLORIOUS, I tell you!!!!
Now....
Back to our real story....
Our little bookclub met yesterday afternoon for appetizers and dessert, and to discuss this month's selection Sarah's Key, by Tatiana de Rosnay.
First, about the book:
Paris, July 1942: Sarah, a ten-year-old girl, is taken with her parents by the French police as they go door to door arresting Jewish families in the middle of the night. Desperate to protect her younger brother, Sarah locks him in a bedroom cupboard—their secret hiding place—and promises to come back for him as soon as they are released.
Sixty Years Later: Sarah’s story intertwines with that of Julia Jarmond, an American journalist investigating the roundup. In her research, Julia stumbles onto a trail of secrets that link her to Sarah, and to questions about her own future.
In Sarah’s Key, Tatiana de Rosnay offers up a mesmerizing story in which a tragic past unfolds, the present is torn apart, and the future is irrevocably altered.
It was hard for me to read, especially at first, because the little boy locked in the bedroom cupboard was Angus's age. And the ending was a little too....neat. But the book was thought provoking and it brought attention to the roundup of Jewish families of the Velodrome d'Hiver in France, an incident that many are not familiar with.
We chewed on the book as we noshed on the crazy spread of food....we just stood there in the kitchen and laid waste to a pile of decadant finger foods. Isn't that great? We didn't even really need to use utensils! Here are the photos:
Anne's ceviche....I loved it, but I can tell it's a sort of specific taste (fish cooked in lemon/lime juice, then chilled) and it's not a real crowd favorite. It tasted so clean and fresh to me...a nice break from the heavy cheese stuff.
I do love all things French....even their cracker boxes!
Isn't Anne elegant? And I love that this photo has all the story hands going on. We all use our hands with our stories...the better the story, the more the hands fly...
Frou-frou Pelligrino beverages, courtesy Susie Milam...pretty containers for truly yummy drinks.
Can you see this? Maybe I should make the picture a little larger...
This is a jalepeno popper, hand-made with love by Marisa (who by request will not be pictured in this post).
This is....I'm at a loss for words, here...the best of God's food gifts to man.
I wish I had thought to put a little jelly on mine, because then I believe I would've experienced appetizer nirvana.
(And for those who assume that bacon could be wrapped around any old thing and I'd fall in love, you may be right. But this is really spectacular. Like the bacon wrapped dates, from Boulder.)
I'm not going to try to point every good and perfect thing out on this spread....suffice it to say, we weren't lacking in anything, especially in the cheese department. (Happy Cheese-mas, by the way! A post all of its own...)
We finally resorted to plates...
Our next selection is One Thousand Gifts and we'll meet at Traci's!
Thanks, Anne, for a really wonderful afternoon...
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