Thursday Thoughts

Sitting Pretty
Jen and Winston will be leaving to return to Fort Collins on Saturday. Bill will be sad to see his buddy Winston go. Oh, and also his sister-in-law.  But WINSTON. We have multiple photos of Winston choosing to spend time on Bill’s lap. In this particular photo, there is a strong resemblance to the Sphinx, don’t you think?…..

Last weekend, Bec entertained us with one of her famous seafood boils. Jen had a visitor from out of town, her friend Anita. We all enjoyed an afternoon of sun and wine and beer and shrimp and potatoes and sausage and corn, boiled together with spices and eaten off of a newspaper. How can you go wrong?…..

Following Tuesday’s hike with my friend Jan, I felt the need yesterday to show my sisters just how pretty it was out in that neck of the woods. So we drove out to the trailhead, though we didn’t venture forth given our flip flops and all. Afterwards, we stopped at the Gold Canyon Golf Club and enjoyed some wine on the pretty patio overlooking the course…..

It will be difficult to say goodbye to Jen and Winston, and that’s for sure! Since we bought the house in 2010, the three of us have rarely been together in the house at the same time for more than a few days. I admit that I was apprehensive about how it would work. I’m so happy to say that it worked splendidly. I will miss my full-time confidante, co-chef, and sister-friend. And Winston-the-dog as well. Who will greet me in the morning? They leave for Colorado on Saturday.


Saturday Smile: Paper or Plastic or Metal?

My sister Bec was in Fort Collins for a few days this past week. She offered to make Jen, with whom she was staying, a shrimp boil. You know, those wonderful all-in-one-pot meals involving shrimp and potatoes and corn and sausage cooked in wonderful seasonings. But it seems Jen, who lives by herself, didn’t own a large cooking vessel. Bec went to the store to buy the ingredients for the shrimp boil, and bought Jen a large pot in which to prepare the meal. When she went up to the check stand, the cashier was just finishing up with a customer. Bec laid her groceries, including the pot, onto the check stand.

“Is this pot yours?” the cashier asked her. Bec said it was. “Shall I put your groceries right into the pot?” he asked her. Bec said yes.

He scanned her groceries and gave her the total. It came to something like $9.76. The pot alone was more than that.

“I don’t think that can be right,” Bec told him, and pointed out the cost of the pot alone.

“Oh,” he said. “I thought you brought the pot in with you.”

Paper, plastic, or metal pot?

Cooking pot

Have a great weekend.

Boil It Up

Every year my sister Bec has a Mardi Gras party at her house – not on Fat Tuesday since many of her loved ones still work hard for their money and aren’t available during the week. Instead, traditionally she has it on the Sunday before Fat Tuesday (Pleasantly Plump Sunday?).

This year the party didn’t happen on either Pleasantly Plump Sunday or Fat Tuesday, the primary reason being that this year the Super Bowl was held the Sunday before Fat Tuesday. And we all know what transpired on that day…..THE BRONCOS KICKED US SOME BOOTY AND MADE CAM RETHINK HIS DABBING. And by dabbing, I’m talking about the dance and not about what Mom does to get fresh stains out of tablecloths.

She postponed the party, and every time she would begin talking about an alternate date, something would come up. Bill and I went to Denver. Erik and Josey were tied up with something or other. So our family never got our Cajun fix.

We thought that would be reversed Saturday as Bec and Bill and I went to the Southwest Cajun Festival held in Chandler. And as an aside, that community does love itself some festivals – the Great American BBQ and Beer Festival, the Ostrich Festival, the Chandler Chuck Wagon Cookoff, Cinco de Mayo (which features the ever-popular Chihuahua races), on and on and on. The town government must have determined that the amount of money these festivals bring in offsets any additional money spent on police and fire protection or Chihuahua control. Or else they just like to have a hell of a good time.

Anyway, like all good festivals, we had to stand in line to prove we were of drinking age, stand in line to get the ensuing wrist band, stand in line to purchase tickets for drinks, and of course stand in line to purchase food. Being a Cajun festival, there were a surprising number of unexpected Cajun restaurants. I say surprising because suddenly BBQ restaurants were Cajun/BBQ and Mexican restaurants were Cajun/Mexican. In fact, what appeared to us to be one of the few actual Cajun restaurants had a line that rivaled that of a new iPhone release, and it went on ALL DAY LONG. So we settled for a Cajun/BBQ restaurant and ended up with pretty darn good po’ boy fish sandwiches served with red beans and rice. That’s Cajun, right, cher?

Jessie shows Lexie and Jenna how to have some fun in the bayou.

Jessie shows Lexie and Jenna how to have some fun in the bayou.

We settled in to listen to some music, when suddenly I look up to see my niece Jessie walking towards us. Jessie graduates from the University of Northern Arizona in a couple of weeks, but she assured us that she has, for all intents and purposes, checked out. Mentally, if not physically. We’ve all been there. Nevertheless, I thought she would be in Flagstaff.

She was there with her sister Kacy, and suddenly it was a party. And when Bec’s son Erik and daughter-in-law Josey showed up a bit later, it was not only a party, but a family reunion. Who knew?

While our po’ boy sandwich scratched the itch for Cajun food a bit, it didn’t take away the itch for me altogether. And apparently it didn’t for Bec either, because suddenly, in the middle of a set of music that was more blues than Cajun, she said, “Voila!” (Well, she didn’t exactly say voila, but I’m using that term to emphasize the lightbulb that went on over her head.) “If you guys come over on Monday, I will do a little shrimp boil.”

And so we did, and so she did.

Laissez les bon temps roulez!

Kate and Jade prepare to eat some shrimp at the shrimp boil.

Kate and Jade prepare to eat some shrimp at the shrimp boil.



boil food