What most persons consider as virtue, after the age of 40 is simply a loss of energy.
When I watched "Crazy Heart" I learned that supposedly the main act has the sound guy set the sound for the opening act so that it isn't so great and they don't sound better than the main group. I can see that. I now believe that star chefs/cooks, whatever, don't give you the very best tips for your recipes either because they just never quite look as good as theirs do in the photos!
My crust does not look like Paula Deen's crust on her chicken pie. That is mine pictured here. (I did do the nice lattice work though) Mine is not flaky nor is it the nice golden brown. Granted she did say pat of butter and my patted was I'm sure not the quanities of her buttering. And I did have a hard time making my dough because 1: the Best buy geek squad was here working on Martin's new computer and having to ask me questions 2: the guy called to see if he could drop in and fix my sink sprayer thingy that we'd called him about and 3: I was getting mad at the directions.
For one I had no idea how to cut Crisco in to flour. The only times I've ever cooked with Crisco was back in the day to rub it on baked potatoes. I also laid out in the sun in it as an older teen when I didn't know any better. But even as a kid I thought this "stuff" can not be healthy. If it looks like that now wouldn't it turn solid in your body?
I know that every good Southern girl should probably know how to make biscuits but I know plenty of us that don't. Because by the time we were twenty we didn't plan on eating the fattening things anyway.
So when after I did get the Crisco to what I thought must be cut in I had to add teaspoons of ice water and "gently fluff with fork and toss to side until it was all dampened" What the ____? I was mad at that point and I guess that is why mine isn't fluffy. I had no idea just how damp my dough ball needed to be. Now the bottom crust is very good. And the pie itself is good but way more work than I prefer to put into anything we don't totally LOVE. If I am going to boil a whole chicken we'd rather have casserole!
BUT I am 3 for 3 and looking forward to the April dish of goulash. I haven't had it since I was a kid and my mom would make it for us. I remember watching my papa Welbert make it at grandma's house too. Mama would say "This is from Hungary." I don't know if that is true. What I thought then as my Southern great-grandparents were really a first generation US born with parents from from Germany so who knows where goulash really comes from.
But I look forward to making it for Toonces.
I am convinced it is the ground setting for Hamburger Helper.
Speaking of the sweet South, I have my table done in vintage patterns with Martin's mother's vintage napkins. I was soooooo happy when I found these little napkin holder blossoms. I love my table right now. I just stop and look at it all the time. I have forsythia stems coming up tall for an arrangement.
I won't let us eat in there but it is great to look at!
Tomorrow is my birthday. 45. Hard to believe. I have reached the age that part of me is thrilled I still look as good as I do and the other half wants to throw up because I look so bad! And honestly I am shocked that I haven't had work yet. At 35 I would've sworn I would've had it done at 44.
I am looking forward to being pampered and fed! I have a spa appointment with friends at Primland and then Toonces and more friends are coming up for dinner. We are actually spending the night. Then Sunday I have my party with the chitlins at Delane and Amy's house.
I think that those of us that do not have children tend to celebrate their birthdays more than those with children. Maybe not the big numbers like 30 and 40 but for the most part my parent friends don't get as giddy as all my childless friends. Another thing that does not grow up or I guess passed on to the little ones.
I was really surprised they did not find a dead body under there.
Not human but some form of critter. Like a baby chick, possum...something. The cats loved to hide under the porch when cook outs went on or strangers appeared but no more. We did find several balls Earl and Eudora took under there as wee pups before they got too fat to get under there. I had no idea what we were getting in to. They even have to move our phone box. So I am looking to be phoneless and internetless very soon because as we all know these things NEVER go well.