It’s Friday AGAIN! Who put so many Fridays in October? A better question – Why did I ever decide to have a Food Carnival? We all know I don’t cook well enough to be passing my recipes around like I’m a contestant on the Food Network. Thank God I froze all those meals or else we’d be eating peanut-butter and jelly too many times this week.
I decided to give you recipes from real cooks, instead of trying to make something up. It’s already Thursday night and all I’ve done is reheat food all week. Correction: I did cook one not priorly frozen meal this week, but I’ve already shared that chicken and gravy recipe. I doubt you want a duplicate.
Anyway, the food needs to wait. Something happened in the wee hours of the morning and I must talk about it, because I’m a hearty-tack waiting to happen. It’s all my mother’s husband’s fault!
FringeMan likes to play detective. I got that out of my system when I was fourteen, but he’s only now realizing his dreams, giving voice to his innermost longings, and imagining himself a detective. Hence he likes to watch dramatized cop shows. Not the Law & Order kind, but The First 48 kind. The actual ‘this really did happen in NY, Chicago, Detroit, or Miami’ type of shows.
I can’t watch these. I hate to see people shot for no good reason. I am too sensitive; they give me nightmares. Unfortunately, last night I watched two such shows.
On Wednesday my mother sent me an email saying that Hailey’s Commet was showering meteors, or it was possibly going to rain stars, or some such astronomical event on Thursday morning. I try to delete all such emails before my son gets wind of them, but I think she talked to him on the phone and gave him a heads-up. He’s young. He’s impressionable. He likes stars enough to wake-up at 4a.m.
Yes, 4a.m. on the morning after I watched a scary police show. When he padded, bathrobe clad, into my dark bedroom at 4a.m., I startled. Before I realized the shadowy figure by my bedside was the four-foot tall boy I birthed, I let out a wail of a scream. Out of one eye, I watched as my son jumped out of his socks. Out of the other eye, I saw FringeMan lift at least a foot off the bed, arms and legs flying like a cartoon cat.
I blame my rather loud show of fright on the fact that I didn’t sleep well. It was FringeMan’s silly shows!
FringeMan went out to fetch him from the sidewalk. I mean how long can a bathrobe clad boy stand on the sidewalk gazing at the sky before a neighbor notices that we’re allowing our children to wander about in the dark? It was all ridiculous!
FringeBoy was still shaky by ten am. Seems the socks were still scared off him. My daughter slept through it all.
That’s another reason I don’t have a recipe of my own for you today. I am tired. I’ve been up since 4a.m.
If you ever need an excuse for anything, come see me first. I come up with the most ridiculous. It’s a talent of mine.
I’m definitely trying these yummy delights, as soon as I begin cooking again.
FringeKid has been bugging me to try Pumpkin Soup and this recipe has a gigantic twist for the tastebuds.
That’s it. These two recipes should keep you full for a while.
Oh, one more thing…I’m making a blanket – blue, lime green & red…Oooohhh Baby!