Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 7 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house. At the end of my post you’ll find links to this month’s other participants’ posts.
I was developing a new frozen cocktail recipe one Sunday afternoon and was just finishing blending it when Hubs came in the kitchen.
Hubs: What's that in the blender.
Me: A new cocktail.
Hubs: Looks great, I'll try it.
Me: I have to put it in the freezer for an hour but I need to take pics before we drink it.
Hubs: I'll be back in an hour.
Me: Not today. I need to take a picture outside and it's raining so it'll be in the freezer until tomorrow.
Hubs: Pour us both a glass and put the rest in the freezer for your picture.
Me: No, I want more than one glass of the cocktail for the picture.
Hubs: Then put what you need into glasses in the freezer and we'll drink what's left.
Me: Points for trying!
Hubs (mumbling while walking away and shaking his head): Damn rain. Damn pictures. Damn blog. All I want is a Sunday afternoon cocktail. Is that too much to ask?
An hour later came down and caught me with the freezer door open, the blender container on the counter and a spoon half way to my mouth.
Hubs: Really? I can't have a glass but you're going to drink it right from the container.
Me: I have to taste it to see if I need to add anything.
Hubs gives me the stink eye without saying a word.
Apparently I'm an easy target for peer pressure. Screw it, I can always make another batch tomorrow.
Back in my October Fly on the Wall I talked about how the Zombie Apocalypse had started. People on my TV were being taken over. I even showed a picture.
I was joking, of course. I know that it's not the people on it by my TV itself that's dying. I'm not happy about it, but I suppose and actual Zombie Apocalypse would be worse.
PurDude was home last month. He sat down in front of the TV, grabbed the remote, pressed a few buttons and abracadabra, the Zombie Apocalypse has been canceled.
No, I don't feel stupid, why do you ask?
PurDude was only home for 10 days. Then he flew back to Indianapolis, went to a concert with a friend, then drove 1 1/2 hours back to his frat, had a day to pack and then drive 5 hours to Ohio where he's doing a summer internship.
It poured for his whole drive that Saturday and I was relieved when he texted to say he arrived. I asked him to call us either that night or the next day so we could hear about the apartment the company was renting for him and just talk to him before he starts work.
All that night I took my cell with me everywhere I went so I wouldn't miss his call, even if I was just going upstairs for a minute. Nothing.
The next day I did the same, if I went outside for a second to water the plants, I took it with me. Bathroom? Yup. Cooking dinner it was next to me on the counter. Nothing.
Served dinner and was pulling out my chair to sit down and guess what? Bet you know.
Chipotle Cordon Bleu Egg Rolls
I shut down my laptop before going up to bed and I always wait for it to shut down completely because . . . well . . . I break laptops with stunning regularity. Sometimes there are one or two updates and I have to wait, on the rare occasion there may even be 7 or 8. Unless it's a day when I'm completely exhausted, I don't mind. It's worth it to see that screen close down and click off and know I'm safe for another day.
It was one of those days. Actually, it had been a tough week and I was exhausted, couldn't get to bed fast enough. I powered down the laptop but wasn't paying attention to it. Seemed like it was taking forever and I started to panic, was it not shutting down? Had I gone through another one just weeks after PurDude had to remove the hard drive to retrieve my unsaved files from the last one?
I worked up my courage and looked over:
What? 47? Really? Is that even possible? You're punking me, right? Getting me back for all those poor laptops I've dispatched to the netherworld?
Life has sunk to a new low. I now have napkins telling me what to do:
Because having smart-ass people in my life telling me what to do isn't enough, I now take orders from inanimate objects? And what would that sound like anyway?
Hey, yo, yuck
This day suck
Who gives a . . .
Wait. Hold everything. New day, new napkin and I could get on board with this.
On second thought, naaaa. I already make the rules in this house and no one listens to me.
Or. Maybe I'm just not thinking big enough. That must be what the napkin's telling me. I can make the rules for everyone. Sign executive orders that make them so. I better let everyone know.
Step aside, Donald Trump, there's a new sheriff in town!
I always make a Mixed Berry Pie either for Memorial Day or for Independence Day. This year I made it for Memorial Day.
College Boy: I'll try out your pie for you.
Me: No need for a guinea pig this time, it's nothing new, same pie I often make.
College Boy: You never know how it'll come out.
Me: I'm sure it's the same as always.
College Boy: OK, thought I'd do you a favor.
Me: Would you like a piece of pie?
College Boy: If you insist.
Hubs had wanted some vanilla ice cream with his Mixed Berry Pie but I didn't have any. The next day he went out to do an errand and I forgot to tell him to pick up the ice cream while he was out.
Me: I forgot to tell you to stop and get some ice cream while you were out this morning if you wanted it with the pie.
Hubs: I think I'll go back out now. That pie is better with ice cream.
Me: Excuse me? My pie is delicious just as it is.
Hubs: Oh, ummm, how do I get out of this one? I need a lifeline. Do I get to call a friend?
Hubs slinks out of the house with his wallet. He comes back with ice cream and flowers. Smart friend.
We just celebrated Father's Day this past weekend. It was a nice day, but bittersweet. This is the second one since we lost my dad, and PurDude is far away so it was just the 3 of us.
College Boy gave his dad a card and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Ah, the joys of having kids over the drinking age:
Now click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:
Menopausal Mother
Searching for Sanity
Spatulas on Parade
A Little Piece of Peace
Never Ever Give Up Hope
Bookworm in the Kitchen
Chipotle Cordon Bleu Egg Rolls
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Ingredients (makes 6):
1/2 cup broccoli slaw
3 TBSP chipotle ranch dressing
3 - 4 dashes of fresh lime juice
12 slices deli chipotle seasoned chicken breast
6 slices deli black forest ham
3 slices swiss cheese
6 egg roll wrappers
3/4 cup oil
Additional Chipotle Ranch Dressing for dipping
Directions:
*Mix the broccoli slaw with 3 TBSP chipotle ranch dressing and lime juice. Set aside.
*Line up 6 egg roll wrappers on your counter.
*On each egg roll, place 2 slices of deli chipotle chicken, a slice of deli ham, about 1 TBSP of the broccoli slaw mixture and, in the center, 1/2 slice of swiss cheese.
*Fold the deli meat over the cheese from the sides to form a packet with the cheese in the center. Turn upside down so the fold is on the egg roll wrapper. Place on the wrapper at an angle.
*To fold the egg roll wrappers over the meat. Start with the bottom point and fold in. Next, dip your finger in water and wet the edges of the wrapper. Fold the short ends in, then roll towards the top point.
*Heat the oil in a large skillet on medium high heat until hot. Carefully place the egg rolls, 3 at a time, into the hot oil, top point side down. Cook until the bottom is browned, about 1 - 2 minutes. If it is cooking too fast, turn the heat down to medium. Gently flip over and brown the other side.
*Remove to paper toweling to drain the excess oil. Repeat with the other 3 egg rolls. Serve with additional Chipotle Ranch Dressing for dipping.
