Husband is studying for finals and I'm trying to think of things to do not to bother him (which is a major problem in our marriage because the only social interaction I get during the day is with medication-dependent geriatrics. Then again, I did get to talk to a guy today who had a GINORMOUS cyst on the back of his head. That was pretty cool).
Anyway, I have a point that I am going to get to starting now. Yesterday we had some couples from church for dinner (and I'm going to have to give myself a huge old pat on the back for making a DE-RA-SHUS dinner. Here's the recipe, compliments of Emeril: http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_29846,00.html We all know that this recipe is GOOD because Emeril doesn't skimp on the necessary ingredients like butter, grease, and cream).
When dinner was finished, I walked into the kitchen where people had set their plates WITH FOOD STILL ON THEM by the sink. I shook my head in disbelief and the only thing I could think was, "DOES NOT COMPUTE! DOES NOT COMPUTE!!"
#1, in my house, you ate what you took. I don't remember a time in my entire life where I didn't finish my plate (it counts when your husband has to finish it). #2, if there ever were any scraps left on plates, the dogs made short work of them. #3, if there was ANYTHING left after that, you scraped the leftovers into the chicken bucket (that's right. We didn't have a garbage disposal. Of course, by the time I was ever born, we didn't have chickens either. What we did have was a family of skunks and an equally hungry family of raccoons who ate the chicken bucket remains, which naturally, we dumped in the garden). #4, when you were finished with all of that, you put your dish in the dishwasher.
When clean up time came, I had to scrape all that lovely food down the drain (Husband and I don't have a chicken bucket), muttering under my breath something about Brigham Young not liking it when people wasted food (I'm not sure that he ever actually said anything like that, but my mom told us all growing up that he DID. She also used to tell us that Brigham Young used to sing, "Nobody likes a dirty pioneer.")
It makes me wonder how other people were raised. Are there things that I do that make people think, "What was she, born in a barn?" Probably not. I am pretty close to perfect.
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Two Points:
1) I bet dinner was fantastic, because when Erin busts out the "derashus," you KNOW it's got to be good.
2) I never thought you were born in a barn, but once when you referred to a small stream as a "crick" I did wonder if English was your native language. It actually took me several minutes to figure out what you meant.
Husband often teases me about the "crick". But hey, I grew up right next to one and I think that I know how to pronounce it. It's kind of like someone who has NEVER been in a corral telling me how to pronounce it. It just doesn't make sense.
I'm actually formulating a post in my mind about language use...look for it in the future.
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Naturally I was not talking about you...
Erin
Have you set up your recipe box on foodnetwork.com? It is freaking awesome.
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