A Thanksgiving Greeting To You!

In Texas we still cook
our Thanksgiving meals
in wood stoves.

And they come out beautifully!
Feel that heat rushing from the oven.
Good thing it's snowing outside.

OK, this post is such a lie!

But my wishing you a Thanksgiving Day
full of family, friends, and food
is the truth!

The Texas Woman

My diet is broken!

My diet is broken.
There’s sugar on my lips.
My diet is broken.
Fat’s going to my hips.

Oh, why did I make it,
If I couldn’t have a taste.
Oh, why did I make it,
If it’s going to my waist.

It didn’t make it to baking.
I ate all the dough.
It didn’t make it to baking.
My pants I’ll outgrow.

Without the desserts
The children won’t come.
Without the desserts
Thanksgiving’s ho-hum!

Happy Thanksgiving
from Texas, ya'll!

The Texas Woman

Refrigeration reconfiguration!

Living out his theory, "Household chores accomplished at one end of the house lead to more fun at the other end of the house," IT Guy cleaned out the refrigerators while I was at the grocery store yesterday.

Both boxes seem to collect expired bottles of yuck and goo, mere swallows of long forgotten wines, and colorful splatters of mystery marinades. He knew that between now and Thanksgiving I'd need every available inch of cooler and freezer space.

This time of year the shelves become a balancing act that circuses would pay good money to hire!

So looking at the shelving with a critical eye, IT Guy created a space that he calls a casserole hole, a skinny shelf designed to house those food containers that eat refrigerated room.

If a casserole hole isn't what you need, how about a deviled egg hole...


or a pie hole.

My man's a genius, and since he can't make it to all your houses to clean out all your refrigerators, take a good look at your shelving, ladies, and see what kind of refrigeration reconfiguration you can come up with before the Thanksgiving fill-up.

What makes you happy?

Halloween is almost here, which means Thanksgiving is rushing towards us at warp speed. The decorating. The inviting. The baking. The cooking. The family time eagerly awaited. It all makes me so happy, especially the first one and the last one. Oh, the last one. Excuse me while I tear up!

So I've started on the first one. I'm blogging at my chair amid a torn up living room.

The family used to gather at our farm a couple of miles from the above peaceful scene at my friends' dairy, but we sold our place and moved to the city. It was the wise thing to do, but that doesn't mean all six of our hearts won't linger back there with our memories.

For the past ten years we get together at our home in town. The love is the same. Just the memories we make there are different. Not better. Not worse. Just different.

So, in preparation for this Thanksgiving, I'm changing a few things around, redoing, redecorating, revamping. The Zapotec Indian rug on the floor is being hung on the wall, because Thanksgiving also brings the children's dogs who always seem to target that rug for nervous bodily functions. They'll have to start aiming pretty high from now on!

I'll start emptying out the toys in The Toy Room. I doubt I'll get that room completed, but maybe it will be more adult.

The kitchen will be turned into The Cantina. It's almost finished. I just have to talk IT Guy into taking one of the.... Well, I show you soon.

What makes you so happy you could cry?