There are bumper cars at or near the site of this year’s Lael reunion (I think those sneaky Kramers might be plotting a take-over :)), and there’s a waterslide, too. I’m taking my swim suit, for sure, although it remains to be seen whether or not I’m brave enough to wear it in public. I can definitely see myself on the bumper cars, though–we all have orders to go after Cousin Eric–at the request of his wife, Debra. So, of course, we will.) Yes, sirree, this is going to be FUN, and I’m definitely up for some of that. I plan to send Miss Jen a few photos to post on my Facebook page–I’m still working on putting pictures up on this blog. (But I won’t quit, because I’m a Lael, and Lael’s don’t quit. They just die trying.)
Your kind messages of condolence mean so much to me, and so do your prayers. I know Buck is in a better place and he did let me know he was ready to go on to a whole new rodeo. Anyway, thank you for your caring notes and good wishes. You are one fine outfit to ride with.
I finally made that Martha Stewart macaroni and cheese–it was the same day Buck passed over and I couldn’t settle down to write anything coherent, but I definitely needed to be busy–and, well, the finished product was mind-blowingly good, if I do say so myself. The funny thing is, I’m not all that wild about mac and cheese, mainly because, as a young and distinctly poor bride, I made the blue-box variety, the one with the neon orange “cheese” powder, for the hubby, who did, against all reason and good sense, actually like the stuff. In any case, Martha’s version is a far cry from the aforementioned goop, and guess what? I LOVED it! Furthermore, I plan to make another batch, soon. (I still have some of the cheese I picked up at Zeus’s Deli.) Forgive me if I’m repeating myself, but I whipped up a batch of black bean soup a few days before, and while there was only 1/8 tsp of cayenne in the whole shooting match, it was too spicy for me, even with a big dollop of sour cream to dilute it a little. Fortunately, Wendy and Jeremy both like spicy food, and they described the soup as “amazing”, so it didn’t go to waste, and I’m glad about that. I’ll try again–sans the cayenne–because a good black bean soup is hard to beat. The only thing I like more is cold avocado soup, as served in a little roadside place in New Mexico, which I will probably never run across again, as much as I travel.
Bumper cars and soup. What a topic.
Have a great weekend, and be kind–especially to yourself.