The Ideal Birthday

I wonder if anyone but the very wealthy allow themselves to dream of how they would spend the entire day and night on their ideal birthday? I know that I would love to do things as a big splurge for a day and use my birthday as an excuse for all of the excess. But the reality is that I am not independently wealthy and my birthday will be celebrated in a more practical manner. I will also be considering other people besides myself, as they want to spend time with me – or some may prefer not to – their choice!

This year my birthday will be spent sleeping in without having to answer to an alarm clock. That is a big luxury in itself! Then I will have a cup of my favorite, personal blend of fresh brewed coffee. I want to spend time with my dogs, maybe watch a chick flick, and not do a lick of housework. Then for dinner I plan to meet up with a few people at the Japanese restaurant for a dinner cooked to order by a fun, highly skilled chef.

I am really looking forward to this and even with all the other luxuries and possibilities of places to go and things to do, this is my idea of the perfect birthday for me this year.

Can You Trust a Skinny Cook?

A free meal is always nice, but if the invitation to dinner is from someone like Rachel Greenlief, I wonder if she is a good cook or not. My dad used to say to never trust a skinny cook, and Rachel is a gorgeous woman. She is so thin that I wonder if she eats anything at all? But she tells me she is a good cook, so I think I will take my chances on the one dinner and test out my dad’s theory. Let’s all hope he is wrong in this case.

The last time I dated a girl who bragged about her cooking, she told me that she grew up in the South and that she learned how to cook Southern Style. I had visions of crispy fried chicken, barbecue ribs, creamy macaroni and cheese, and coconut frosted layer cakes or pecan pie. I had visions of all the good things that Paula Deen cooks on her cable TV show. Maybe a little of the Neely’s – Memphis couple who have their own show on the Food Network cable TV show.

Well, she kept inviting me to dinner because she said that getting a babysitter was hard for her, and she promised the baby would be in bed before dinner so it would be just the two of us. I have to admit that I thought it a little strange for a baby to be in bed for the night at only 6:00 pm, but I took her word on it. Having a baby around wasn’t that big of an issue to me, unless it meant dealing with an angry and jealous baby daddy, but I decided to take my chances.

I showed up at six, sharp, and was greeted by her holding a crying baby who refused to go to sleep or play quietly the entire time I was there. Dinner was not until 7:30 because of the distraction of the crying baby plus she had to work that day. No good traditional southern food, either. We dined on Hamburger helper, canned peas and refrigerator biscuits. Now, I can cook all of that myself and it didn’t taste bad. But that is what I call great Southern cooking and I could not wait to make my escape after politely eating her dinner and getting home by eight thirty.

Let’s hope this dinner invitation is NOTHING like that other experience. And I will let you know if skinny cooks can be trusted.

Wednesday Means Laundry Night

Here it is Wednesday and I know I’ll be facing a pile of dirty laundry when I get home. So I’m going to cook a nice spaghetti dinner and catch up on the week night comedy shows on TV while I deal with laundry.

Wednesday is not a bad night to do laundry. There are 30 minutes situation comedies on every channel, which works out nicely for timing the loads for each machine. I can wash a load in 30 minutes, while watching one of the shows.

Then, when the show is over, I dash downstairs and put that load into the dryer. Since the dryer takes an hour, I go back up to watch the next 30 minute show, and when that show is over I go back downstairs and put the next load in the washer. Thirty minutes later, the next show is over and I switch the clothes from the washer to the dryer.

It has a nice rhythm to it, every 30 minutes, and the night goes by pretty quick.