Nobody noticed I was missing this week? I am crushed; crushed I say to you all. sniff
Actually, I was in Phoenix where the temps (sorry Ex , you didn’t put me in your exclusionary list) were a balmy 78 degrees. Unfortunately my TDY was so rushed that I really didn’t get any time to enjoy anything. Oh, I did get to spend TWO HOURs to go 18 miles to get to my hotel. Apparently, rush hour starts at around 3:00 in Phoenix. What a pain. However, upon my return home on Wednesday night Mr. Taters had a dozen red roses waiting for me. No, it’s not because my two day absence caused him great anguish and gnashing of teeth. He thought it was our anniversary. I had to gently tell him that our wedding anniversary is NEXT week. Hey! At least he remembered, he was just early. I think it’s funny.
I am sure you will be pleased to note that I flossed…I don’t want no chunks of anything stuck in my choppers.
I am not making dinner tonight. I will be eating dinner in the dome car of the Spirit of Washington dinner train. The hubby has ordered some kinda stuffed chicken for me. I would much rather have had the prime rib, but oh well. One of the stops for the dinner train is at a winery where we will be allowed ahem sample some of it.
It should be pleasant evening.
Speaking of mushrooms (well some of you did), chanterelles are my favorite. They have a sorta “beefy” flavor to them. I love them in eggs, I love them in gravy, I love them on top of my steak, I just love them. I spend inordinate amounts of time in the fall to go and get them in the woods. I am too cheap to pay 10 or more dollars a flipping pound at the store or market. Besides, the store mushrooms are usually looking mighty sad. Nope, mine are nice and fresh and healthy looking. I get big giant ones, medium ones, and leetle tiny ones that I leave whole when I cook em up. I have been going out every fall to collect these things since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. Way before they became a big buck business.
Finally, no offense to anyone, but really, I just don’t get the fascination with hot wings (or wangs). Maybe I’ve only just had really crappy ones or something. I’m just not all that impressed with them.
Well, I need to do some work now.