I just left Buster at the vets office for a little procedure on his eye. He's lumpy, bumpy, crusty and a little bit gross, but he's our old guy and we love him! He sure was sad this morning as his entire family, one after another, denied (a pre-op requirement) his customary morning snack and healthy gulp of water. I could barely look at him. If given words, he might've said, "What am I, cellophane or something?"
Well, things are heating up over on the Biggest Loser campus with accusations of lying and throwing weigh ins and such. Why do the trouble makers always have to reign from Texas?! I just love Tuesday nights! Here is the virtuous meal I'm making tonight.
BBQ Chicken - serves 4 adapted from a Weight Watchers cookbook
3 T ketchup
1 T hoisin sauce
1 T apple cider vinegar
2 t molasses
2 t reduced sodium soy sauce
4 boneless skinless chicken breasts
stir together all ingredients except chicken
coat chicken breasts with sauce and bake at 375 degrees until cooked through
I'll serve the chicken with salad and brown rice.
This is a photo of my Weight Watchers journals. I became a lifetime member in 2007. I tracked obsessively to reach my goal. I've put a few back on, so I'm back to writing in my journals and attending meetings once again.
I'm spending this weekend with 22 of my favorite people on the planet. My dad, siblings, nieces, nephews (ranging from 2-17 years old!) and a couple of family friends who might as well be family. It's our 9th annual Bastop State Park camp out. We don't actually sleep in tents, but we do sleep in rustic cabins sometimes sharing quarters with a friendly raccoon.
We divide meals and share in the work. This year, I'm in charge of Saturday brunch.
Here is my menu:
custom made grilled cheese sandwiches
I wanted to call them Grillzzzzz, but the girls strongly
roasted tomato and basil soup
I'm going to let the little kids take "orders" from the grown ups.
They like to help.
Sadie made this colorful order form to make it simple.
This week our family went to the book signing of Jeannette Walls.
She is promoting her new book, Half Broke Horses. We all loved her 2005 memoir The Glass Castle. It's a remarkable story of stunning poverty, loving but incredibly neglectful parents and resilient children. A great read. Did any of you read it? We waited a long time to speak with her.
While waiting, we watched a little squirt play with his mom's i phone.
And we peered into Sadie's bag of tricks for something to entertain and amuse.
When we finally reached the table, Jeannette was gracious, genuinely kind and beautiful.
You can't fake genuine. She happily posed with the girls.
She also inscribed the last page of Sadie's moleskine:
Not to miss! Sedrick Huckaby: A Love Supreme, at the McKinney Avenue Contemporary in Dallas. This exhibition features large scale paintings (80 ft. long I'm told!) of quilts sewn by his grandmother. His love of family and admiration of his grandmother's artistry are central to all his paintings. Kevin Vogel of Valley House Gallery and Sculpture Garden calls the show a celebration of life, guaranteed to lift your spirits. My idea of a perfect outing. Thanks to Randy, Jan and Kalynn for keeping me in the know.
The exhibition runs Jan. 9 - Feb. 13
Art talk with Sedrick Huckaby free and open to the public: Jan. 20 6:30-7:30
Today I bundled up and went for a nice chilly run. I beat a gutsy squirrel at a game of chicken and had fun listening to my kids' ipod. As I've told you in the past, their music is much more energizing! My fingers were bound in gloves, so no skipping through songs. Here's what I heard.
This shot on quainthandmade made me smile. It also had me hauling out scrap books and photo albums and shoe boxes jammed full of photos just to find this sweet, long ago picture of Baby Woody and baldy, smiley, dimpley Sophie.
I owned a single baby stroller for Woody long before I ever had babies of the human sort.
Woody loved to be outdoors and take nice long walks. But he was a sickly little guy and couldn't make it very far on his own. Doesn't he have a beautiful smile?
Alan always said Woody was like our neighborhood mayor. He had countless admirers.
When Sophie was born, the only logical answer was a double stroller.
He kept his front seat status until the metronome waggle of his tail proved too enticing and tiny hands kept tugging. He was not happy, but he adjusted.
This is Joy. A fitting name for a delightful person.
Joy is my neighbor and garden club friend.
The ladies and gent of garden club have been pals for a very long time.
Our neighborhood club was formed in 1956.
Club flower: daffodil.
Club colors: yellow and green.
Margarete and I have a lot in common. Like me, she married a Jewish man and learned the ways and traditions from scratch. She's funny and outspoken. She's also a little bit famous around here for her decadent pralines.
These gals and gent are open minded, curious, lifelong learners.
They have embraced technology. They email, poke around the web and send attachments.
You won't be surprised there are many former school teachers in the bunch.
The light is always on.
They've raised passels of fine children who grew into fine adults.
I want to be just like them when I grow up.
One of my goals in 2010 is to become an active member once again,
rather than occasional participant.
Because they always remind me to slow down and enjoy life more.
Plus these gals are loads of fun. And so is this gent.
I'll take a group photo in coming months so you can see the whole lovely crew. I wouldn't want to overlook Rose and Marigold, two of our aptly named members!
Like many southerners, we always make a point to eat black eyed peas on New Years Day. After all, who couldn't use a little extra luck in the coming year? Here's todays version using what I had on hand.
New Year's Day BEP's
1. soak a bag of dried black eyed peas overnight
2. rinse and put in soup pot
3. cover with water and add two chicken bouillon cubes