I’ve mentioned before we are lovers of all-things-potatoes; chipped, mashed, baked, roasted, scalloped, cheesed, twice-baked and stuffed as well as fried, it’s a given that nary a potato goes to waste in this house. And in fact, given a choice between potatoes and something sweet and I’ll choose a potato every time.
The Professor and I are in a little bit of a shock to find ourselves mid-November already; I’m not sure why, but when I was younger, I wanted nothing more than to grow up and become an adult. As an adult, I want time to stand still so I can catch my breath for just one New-York-minute. And I’m absolutely certain that if I were to take a poll asking if anyone else is having this same experience, I’d be looking at raised hands as far as my eyes can see . . . which really isn’t that far . . . but that’s a different story for another time.
Musical pairing – Perfect Day by Lady Antebellum
Sundays were always what my mother called, ‘Big Meal’ or ‘Big Meat’ days and always included a pot roast, chicken, ham or a meatloaf; that meant that there would be leftovers to stretch into the next week for lunches and/or a new creation using those leftovers for supper. I remember my entire family sitting around the rectangular-shaped dining room table in a teeny-tiny house in Walla Walla – no TV, no phone calls allowed (back in the day when phones actually hung on a wall . . .) Dad at one end, mom at the other end, me and one sister on the side nearest the wall and my brother and baby sister across – we were all sandwiched into a space about 10′ by 8′ . . . wow, now that I think about it, it’s a wonder we didn’t kill one another!