My son has at least one day a week off from work. He works at a Marriott Resort and is usually working nights. On the day he has off, I usually have all my family (except the Tennessee family) here at my house for dinner. I like for all of us to keep in touch and we all enjoy each others company.
This is a picture of Bob & Becky who live on the next lot. Becky is my Middle Child. The picture was taken last Christmas.
Michael and Danica. DON'T FORGET TO CLICK ON THE PICTURES TO MAKE THEM BIGGER AND EASIER TO SEE.
Baby Brother Carl (at the airport in N.C. We were on our way home from vacation in June). I cut "Da Boy's" hair (Carl and Boyd) He ask for it to be cut really short. Funny thing, he has not ask me to cut it "really short" since then. Hummmmm.
And then there is me...and BB. That is the seven of us. Now, on with my story. Last night, as I was preparing dinner. I was making broth from two already baked chickens that we purchased at Costco. We had eaten off them a couple of times and now it was time to finish them off. Make broth for the freezer for future meals, pick the chicken off the bones to make enchiladas for last nights dinner & I thought of a funny story on myself that you might enjoy and laugh at me also.
Quite some time ago I was going through the same process. Making broth for the freezer. I put the chicken under water in the pot, added all the things to make really good broth. Black peppercorns, celery, carrots, onions. All the yummy things for good broth. I simmered it for a couple of hours. Took the lid off the broth. Oh did it ever smell good. Look good. Gonna make some really good meal in the future. Put cheese cloth in the colander AND POURED THE WONDERFUL BROTH RIGHT DOWN THE DRAIN!!!!! I forgot to put the bowl under the colander! Even as I did it I laughed at myself.
Hope you got your chuckle of the day.
4 comments:
LOL Charlotte
both definitions.
Nope - it's always been pink. I do like white an awful lot though.
I can so relate to that one!
Brenda :)
Your blog reminded me of a few Thanksgivings ago. My sister and were attempting to brine a very large turkey in a very small Brooklyn kitchen. We put so much effort into it- we rubbed the turkey with rock salt, added lemons, cranberries and tons of broth...the, the turkey wing poked a hole in the bag the turkey was to brine in. Brine and broth flooded out of the bag. We were both desperatly try to get the flood under control, yelling at eachother in the process. It was pretty comical.
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