This week, I worked on my ornament (sneak peek below*). And I pulled my Three Kings Tall Guys back out. I did the tiniest bit on it today at old lady stitching. I don't have much to report. Summer vacations have our numbers way down. There are fewer stories. Today we were talking about date nut bread in a can. (If you miss it, Vermont Country Store has it under their own label.) And other crazy foods of our youth.
My mom used to make this thing called Texas hash (which has about as much to do with Texas as her Chinese pot pie had to do with China or pot pie). The hash is just rice, tomato sauce, onions, peppers, and browned ground beef. (Maybe a can of mushrooms.) You know, I found both these things online. Today, they were making me feel like my mother was a freak! "Chinese pot pie!" they cringed. What do they know? Someone actually admitted they'd never had Chinese food until they got married! (Someone who lived just outside Philly, not the middle of nowhere.) Now I'm thinking that my mother's cooking was perhaps unsophisticated but it certainly wasn't freakish. You could tell the nemesis was dying to interject but didn't. Hm. Perhaps interesting in its own right.
*Only as much as I've already shown on Facebook.