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Last Friday was the 5th grade “Historical Wax Museum” at our elementary school. Each student selected a historical figure to dress up as and when the visitors stepped on the “button” in front of them they came to life and gave a short speech about the life of their person. All the costumes were so creative and the students did such a good job!
Brittany was given Phyllis Wheatley to depict. Phyllis Wheatley was a slave who was highly educated, wrote poetry and was the first African American who was ever published. Trust me … I know this because Brittany practiced her speech over and over for me. She makes a cute slave girl, dontchathink?
My favorite part was watching her face light up when Savanah and her buddies came to listen …
and then when Jacob and his pals came by …
One of my favorite, favorite things is having 3 of my kids at the same school (for exactly 5 more days). They do a good job of watching out for each other and I can’t even tell you how many times they’ve told me they had to go trade out lunches because I’d mistakenly given the “ham and cheese” child to the “peanut butter” sandwich child.
Ask them … it happens a lot.
I got so engrossed in all the characters and costumes like Ulysses Grant:
and Laura Ingalls Wilder:
that I forgot about the fact that I had put a GIANT Costco size bag of frozen chicken in the fridge. I meant to just leave it there for a bit until I got home and made a place for it in the freezer.
I didn’t think about that chicken again until the next day … when it was completely thawed.
So in addition to all the chicken I used for the chicken fried rice, we also grilled and grilled and grilled chicken on Sunday. The plan is to freeze it and pull it out as needed this summer.
It reminds me of those people who do the “cooking for a month all in one day” thing. I have never been inclined to do that but now that I have done it without meaning to, I kind of think I like the idea.
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Saturday night was one of the milestones of middle school … the 8th grade dance.
I realize that I am biased, but I thought Caroline looked beautiful.
It is so hard to imagine that my baby is going to high school in the fall.
There, I said it.
Now I have 3 months to start believing it.
Ever since we started going to Benihana for Bill’s birthday, my older two kids have LOVED chicken fried rice. Then a few years ago a Pei Wei opened just down the street and the kids discovered they liked their version too.
I mentioned this to a friend at the baseball park a few weeks ago and she said she had a recipe that her family loves and that she’d share it with me. Turns out the recipe was from Paula Deen’s magazine. She makes a good chicken fried rice.
Paula could give Benihana a run for their money.
Yesterday I decided to commence with the stir fying and made lots of chicken fried rice.
Lots and lots.
Like 3 batches of it.
The only thing my people didn’t care for in Paula Deen’s recipe is that it has mushrooms which they didn’t love and they wanted more than two eggs (like lots more) in it.
If you would like the Paula Deen recipe, please email me. I couldn’t find it online and scanned the recipe. I know how to send attachments but can’t figure out how to add the attachment to the blog. Because you know if I could do that it would mean I’m HIGH tech. And I’m not.
I made a second batch and added four eggs instead of two. I had enough of all the ingredients (carrots, celery, broccoli, etc.) that it seemed the best way to use it up. I’m going to try freezing it to pull out for quick dinners.
One ingredient that Paula’s recipe called for was “Sesame Oil” which I found in the oriental section of Kroger (duh). Anyway … when I was there buying umpteen ingredients for Paula’s recipe, I saw this little packet. It cost 88 cents. 88 stinkin’ cents!!!!!
The clear winner for cost and, in my kids opinion, taste was “Sun Bird’s” seasoning mix recipe. There’s also no dicing involved which renders me a huge fan!
I used four eggs instead of two and this packet only called for peas and carrots which come sold in little packets in the frozen food section so it was super EASY.
Afterwards, I had a DISASTER of a kitchen and was exhausted from chopping and slicing and dicing, but Caroline decided to look up the “official” recipe of Benihana’s. You can find it here.
I will have to save that recipe for another day.
Or another month.
Or another year.
Because I have SO much chicken fried rice right now! In fact, when we walked into the kitchen this morning the smell was still a bit overwhelming. I mentioned it and Bill said … “well, you kind of had a stir fry festival yesterday.”
And yes, I guess you could say that I did.
The good news is that it’s going to be awhile before my kids ask for it again!
This is my neighbor Joe.
You know, Joe the neighbor.
Joe and I live in a neighborhood in the 4th largest city in the United States. Rumor has it Houston will be the 3rd largest city soon (beating out out Chicago) after the new census numbers are posted. We live in a suburb with tree lined streets and nearby elementary schools. There are large shopping areas all around us … everything we could possibly need is minutes away. What I’m saying is that it’s an URBAN area.
Which is why yesterday … when I was driving Savannah to ballet and got a phone call from Brittany saying “there’s a snake in our house!” … well, I didn’t believe her.
I told her … “we don’t have a snake in our house. I think it’s one of Jacob’s toys.”
And she said … “MOM, it’s moving.”
I ask you … WHY this year have I had a possum, gecko and now a SNAKE in or at my house?
I have no idea. It’s like I live in the wild kingdom or something. One friend even said … “there’s gonna be a bear on your roof before we know it.” (Which clearly, if that ever happens, will mean I need to move up my plans to retire in Hilton Head to right away.)
We had a larger snake in our flower beds a few months ago … and perhaps this younger, smaller one came back for revenge. Because Joe the neighbor came over and killed the first one for us.
Which is exactly why I didn’t even pull in my driveway, but drove straight to Joe’s … banged on the door … and declared .. “JOE, we have a snake IN the house. COME QUICK.”
Joe doesn’t seem to mind when I get bossy. He’s nice that way.
And so Joe the neighbor pulled a 2 x 4 board and a broom out of the back of his truck and came to my house.
Meanwhile, I’m on the phone with Brittany saying things like … “Keep your eye on it.” “Don’t let it go down the hall.”
At some point I realized two of my babies were in danger and I was standing in the front yard talking on my cell phone like I was negotiating a hostage situation.
Brittany and Jacob … I’m really sorry about that. I’m quite sure the best plan would have been to actually come inside and keep an eye on the snake myself.
But that sounded so scary.
Seriously … I mean here is the snake. Again, it was … INSIDE MY HOUSE:
We took this picture after Joe smashed his (or her?) head and put it in the street … you know … so Bill could see what he missed when he got home … from downtown … because you know, I mentioned … we live in the BIG CITY.
And just so you know … this is not my first encounter with a snake being inside my house. The other time was when I was in high school and I went out on a date one night. My date was a total gentleman and walked me to the front door. We said good night and he walked towards his car and I walked into the house.
ONLY TO HAVE A SNAKE STARING ME IN THE EYES. (Well, not exactly in the eyes seeing how it was on the ground, but you get the idea.)
I SCREAMED. OH PEOPLE I SCREAMED MY FOOL HEAD OFF.
And my dad came running. I had woken him out of a dead sleep and yet he was running full speed ahead towards the front door.
I mean can you blame him?!? His daughter was on a date and suddenly she’s screaming bloody murder.
There was a brief second when I thought he was going to kill my date.
He did not but I can assure you … when I told him it was a snake (and I wasn’t referring to my date), he wasn’t very happy with me.
I think he might have thought I overreacted.
You’re shocked, I know.
Anyway … that slimy snake slithered underneath the piano and I’m not sure my dad even believed there was actually a snake.
But eventually we found it and my dad disposed of it.
And I don’t think that guy ever asked me out again.
OK, so last week I considered Looper, my dog, to be in hospice care. I moped around and told people we’d probably have to put her down later in the week. Bill had been in New York and came straight home so he (aka the grim reaper) could take her to the vet.
And let me just say here … dogs must have a sixth sense … because when Bill got home Looper “picked up her bed and walked”.
The same dog that had practically been carried around for one week walked outside wagging her tail as if to say … “I’m good. No worries”.
And today … well, she looks better than ever.
I think that has something to do with the fact that she is eating like a human now.
It started with lunch meat … she devoured it.
Then we had fajitas and Looper ate all the leftover chicken.
And tonight … yes, tonight she ate some hamburger hotdish (Bill’s favorite) right off a plate.
Bill saw it happen and said something about having to draw the line on the dog eating off a plate.
My neighbor compared Looper to the energizer bunny … she keeps going and going.
If you remember, the vet once told me that Looper manipulates me. Which comes as no surprise since my children are prone to this same behavior. It seems I can’t catch a break!
In summary, Looper has spoken and Looper has said … “your food is my food”.
So when my mom sent me this video, I laughed out loud.
Because it’s just so very real in my house right now.
I’m not sure there will be a “next year” of softball for us … but I loved Savannah’s “not gonna quit” attitude.
7. And very, very lastly … if you are still here …. which you probably aren’t, I just wanted to thank you for reading along. I always enjoy when people tell me they read the blog. I love when you comment on the blog. So thanks … thanks for coming along on the ride!SHARE