Texas, TY for the crab recipe, I hand wrote it on an index card and will make it tomorrow. Candle lit with prayers for your tests and your fortitude. 17??!!!! who'd wanna be that age again, lol. Have fun with your new kitchen widgets. I agree about the hand-ground pork; we have a nice butcher who grinds ours after DH picks the meat, nice old-fashioned service. Awww, sounds like Mocha found herself a snuggle basket, one can find kitties in the wierdest places.
Twinkle, har-har, my bikini days are looonnnngggg gone, once I hit 45, good-bye two piece as well. Now I go for the "Jackie-O" look with my new black sunglasses, capris; and hopefully not tripping over my feet in my new sandals. Ice skating in your own backyard - do you go too? I'd love to ice skate; but, been so long, I'd probably spend most of the time on my rump.
Berny, sent you an e-mail - did you get it? This stupid computer is more temperamental than a man; snit fits?
Renate, Erna, Marlene, I have almost the opposite LWAM snydrome. DH is the constant critic until I threaten to wack him. He doesn't bake, but seems to be the Julia Child of baking when I'm doing it. I've walked out in the middle of my baking recipes and told him, if he's so smart, to do it himself. Evil Blondes Rule (at least sometimes).
Jet and Kath, OMG sounds like you have 49 tons of food at the celebrations. Lol, my mother, el-cheapo food hostess of the millenium, would ask us ahead of time how many fried shrimp we would like for Christmas Eve dinner, and made just that many; it was hysterical. Like Germanlady said, it's good to count your blessings and a full table is one of them.
Maynard is getting bold in his old age - we caught him angling for leftover bread pudding covered by the stove. He's mad because he's on a reduced dog food diet; he'd probably eat a grease-soaked napkin, he also eats wood chips, grass, frogs - oh, gross me out!
lydia