The day started early, about 6:30 am, so I could drive Mom, in a snow storm, to a doctor’s appointment in the next town over. We arrived on time, only to discover that we were a day early. But hey, it was a practice run, right? It has continued to snow ever since. My lil sis, who has grown up driving in this stuff, couldn’t get the car up the driveway when she returned home…
There is a 7.75 pound pork shoulder butt roast thawing in Mom’s fridge at this very moment…. I know not what to do with it. Option A, crockpot for 8 to 10 hours. Option B, oven for 3 to 4 hours. Thoughts? Opinions? Condolences? Bueller?
I’ve arrived in West Virginia and settled in. The flights from KC to Chicago/Midway and then on to Pittsburgh were uneventful. Enjoyed a nice lemony chicken soup from a greek place in the food court for lunch — yummy. The drive from Pittsburgh to Morgantown was yucky. Had a yummy home-cooked dinner with one of my little sisters, her husband, and their 18-month-old. It was a nice visit. The drive from Morgantown to Buckhannon was…
You’ve got to love a food writer who at some point in the tutorial writes, "At that point I started drinking wine and stopped taking pictures." http://bitten.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/11/17/anatomy-of-a-minimalist-column/ … I suspect I’ll be taking that under advisement next week….
Miss Mischief Prissypants got herself locked in the basement last night. All night. Well, at least until 4 a.m., when I noticed my head was cat-free and sent my sweetie down to look for her. This morning, she’s all pathetic and rub-my-belly-ish. You’d think she’d learn from this horrible, locked-in-the-cold-dark-place experience. But probably not.
