Helloooooooo! I don't have a whole lot of time for blogging as I'm busy playing Martha F*ucking St*ewart, as Margene calls me. I'm not sure if it was the lateness of dinner, the fact that my sweet potato puree was lumpy and I told her she should take it or leave it, or the fact that I forgot to make the guest room bed before they arrived OR if it was when I dropped the first scoop of ice cream on the floor and then picked it up, washed it, and put it on the dessert plate, that tipped her off to my Martha-ness......or lack thereof. She says I did make up for it with breakfast, though. Wanna hear the menu? Of course you do:
Dinner: Chicken Marbella
Sweet potato-carrot puree (avec lumps)
Fresh broccoli sautee
Cranberry-pear-apple crumble a la mode (a la 5-second rule)
Please note our matching-but-not-really-matching Chamomile sweaters in the above photo. More evidence of Stewart-ness.
Toast with post-fire plum-apricot jam
Lots of much-needed coffee
Poor Dear Suffering Smith. He has just about HAD IT with being a blogger widower. He manages to get a question in edgewise every now and then, such as, "Tell me, what IS Koigu? Is it an exotic, endangered fish? What?!!!! I'm now hearing Koigu in stereo!"
David helped poor Smith cope. His advice: "Don't ask."
Excellent advice. Just nod and smile.
So, we have an agenda today. We got places to go and things to do. I'm kind of rushed, so the writing side of Martha F*ucking S*tewart is.....well..
Anyhooooo, we have a joint Margene-and-Norma contest for you.
Guess what we're doing in the following photo.