Good 58º morning. "They" said it was going to only be 92º but we made it all the way to 97º. Today is supposed to be 93º and then supposed to drop to the high 80ºs. ICK!!!
Have you seen the new Pillsbury cake mixes? OMG. I bought the Key Lime...
And there is frosting to match!
Dinner was lobster tail... pasta...tomatoes. OMGOOOOOD!!!
With sharp kitchen scissors cut down the top of the tail..
set the tail on top of the shell. Brush with clarified butter*, and sprinkle on paprika.
Bake in 400º oven for 18 minutes. Perfect every time (thanks to my nephew Jim for telling me how to do this!)
(Here you go Trish, one of my OLD cookie sheets.. came from former father-in-law's bakery and is at least 50+ years old! Papa's bakery was on Highway 39 and Whittier Blvd next to Von's. Called Evelyn's Bakery.)
The pasta was reheated reruns, the tomatoes fresh, and the lobster mouth-wateringly good!!!
Watched Rachael Ray last week (if you held one of her hands she wouldn't be able to talk! HA, maybe that's what her husband does!) and she had Sunny Anderson on and she made a bunch of 2 ingredient recipes... all looked and sounded good. Here's the link:
Then yesterday I was going to mow but changed my mind, took the trash to the road, vacuumed, got gas in the truck, watered. Whoooot! Excitement!
All I know. Nuff said. Happy Monday. Ciao.
xo Sue Mom Bobo
Soft Ice Cream Day
Oh gadzzzzzz...... I'm drooling!!!
AND... today is also:
Bad Poetry Day. A day to create some really bad verse. But, why you ask? Perhaps, the answer is simply "because you can". Maybe, it exists to allow us to better appreciate good poetry. Or, perhaps it is to be written to irritate someone......
Ok, stand by, here's my contributions: (I want to see yours!)
There was a girl in San Francisco
Her favorite thing was to disco
She loved meals at the Wharf
She'd go with her boyfriend, the dwarf
They always take a cab
Not good driving after wine and crab
A young recruit in the Marines
Knew this was his destiny from his dreams
To protect us and this land
He learned how to show our enemies his slight of hand
This man in his heart was rewarded
Although his deeds went unrecorded
(so typical of how our vets are treated, except by those of us who love and respect them!)
As for the "slight of hand"..... Now you see the bullet... now you don't!!!!! Taaaaaaa daaaaaaa....