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Several Christmas’s ago we did a double trip, one week in Philadelphia to visit Bill’s family and one week in Buffalo, NY to visit mine. With snow on the ground and about 12 degree wind chills I took Bill to Anderson’s in Buffalo. There is not a season where I wouldn’t eat their chocolate custard with chocolate jimmies. Not a single season. Its a Buffalo staple and a family tradition.
Once upon a time I lived in a place where it snowed.
Now I live in Houston again, where in the last week of November its a balmy 65 degrees. The only part I miss is this part, the sledding. There is nothing more fun than that.
The day after misfit thanksgiving (see the leftover pie on the counter?), an epic thanksgiving, I spent a good hour+ cleaning out the bottom of the oven. Bill thought it would be funny to take a picture to document my cleaning mishap. At the time I was not amused. Today, I’m glad I have this memory.
This is how it went down.
Scene: Me cooking my first thanksgiving away from home in my first apartment in Tulsa, OK. I had cooked thanksgiving dinners at home since I was 10, which was the year I accidentally put the turkey in the oven upside down. We’ve cooked it that way ever since. Talk about moist. Anyways. Turkey is in, pies were done the night before, working on sides…hanging out with Bill (we had just started dating).
Sitting in the living room I say, “I smell burning.”
Smoke is in the kitchen.
I fly to the oven, fling open the door and flames pour out.
In about 1.269 seconds this is what I notice…
The $1 store tin turkey pan is not holding up to the extreme delicious juiciness of my turkey. Turkey juices are flowing over the edge of the pan like a tidal wave, hitting the heating element of the oven and igniting into massive flames.
My first reaction: Save the turkey!
So I grab it.
Maybe a few words I’d like not to mention again.
And I run onto our 2nd story balcony and throw my burning hands on the freezing railing, still screaming, and yell to Bill for help.
He stumbles onto the balcony completely unaware of what had just happened (he was watching football).
I gather myself.
For the next few hours we leave the door to the balcony open and use the turkey baster to suck up the juices off the oven floor, all the while trying to avoid the flames.
The turkey ended up being delicious. My hands were not.
The next day a good two inches of congealed turkey grease and juices needed to be cleaned out of the oven. Go me!
I’m still not sure why I ran out on the balcony. It wasn’t a concious decision. It just happened.
Did I mention that this was a brand new oven that the apartment had installed just days before? I think I may have left that part out.
In honor of Joel and Bethia’s new marriage I thought I’d show you how truly in sync they really are. I promise these aren’t staged, they’re taken over the course of a few seconds. Seriously though, congrats you two!
And thats how we do Halloween.
Once upon a time I worked at Apple. While working there I met these two people Joel and Bethia. I had a mini party of Apple people at my apartment once and they came. I never knew that they would become such good friends of mine. When this picture was taken they were just friends, this week, they’re getting married. I can hardly contain my excitement and I am so honored to be a part of their wedding and to call them friends. Thanks guys, I love you both and I am SO excited for you.
This week my dear husband is one year older. This is a cake I made him for his twenty-something-ith birthday. It was before we got married. Happy birthday love, I’m very glad you were born.
I bought a set of african animal ornaments the year we returned from South Africa. My mom has the elephant on her tree. I have the monkey, lion, tiger, and giraffe on mine.
This was the first year I had my own tree to hang them on.
And this is the monkey.
He’s so happy.
Baby brothers are the best! I have two of them, this is Forrest, the youngest. I think I was 19 or 20 in this picture, which would make him 11 or 12. We went with my dad to Souther Tool and ran around taking silly pictures of each other with random stuff we would find. It was a super fun day and this is one of my favorite pictures of us ever.
This picture is tiny, and I apologize, I had a very new at the time digital camera that was about 3.1 Megapixels which was close to the best thing you could get at a decent price (I think 5 may have been the highest at the time).
This is my dorm room my sophomore year of college. I loved this dorm room, it was so greatly decorated and my roommate was fantastic (still a good friend to this day).
We both collected vinyl records, and still do. Since we couldn’t paint, we hung the record covers on the walls, I love the album art. In the mornings when we’d get ready we’d listen to the monkies or a fleetwood mac album. Those were good times.