Too Much Birthday

Not only were there too many candles on the cake, but there were way too many cakes! In fact, I still have a wedge of cake from the 18th of September in my fridge.

Now, if you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you know I love a birthday. Especially my own birthday. And this year was extraordinary. So many email greetings, snail mail cards, hugs, smiles, gifts in the mail and of course the cake. All Chocolate.

I'm moving on to pie. Pizza pie. Which was what I fixed for supper last night after a long, cold, rainy day at work. G got the last of the bottled pizza sauce on his sausage, onion and mushroom pie so I had to be inventive with my supper. I had a whole wheat crust, olive oil, onion and Greek olives with plenty of salt and pepper. It was crispy and delicious. No. I didn't eat the whole thing. It takes several days for me to actually finish this large pizza. I sometimes have a wedge with my lunch salad. Or I have a larger piece as my supper on a leftover night.

I have a very old and stained pizza stone in the oven and that's how I get the crust so nice. I have also started stretching the dough over my hands instead of rolling it out flat and this seems to make the pizza nice and chewy. No doughy like bread. I also have a pizza peel which I liberally dust with coarse cornmeal to get things moving and not sticking. I like the crunch of the cornmeal on the bottom of the pizzas. My son didn't. Doesn't.

G is still sleeping so I'm waiting to start breakfast. While I was on vacation, K's husband would make Sunday breakfast. Eggs, bacon. potatoes, sausage and melon. No grits this time. I like grits. And they never let me make biscuits. Because they don't like having anyone else in the kitchen. K's husband makes everything separately. So the sausage is cold by the time he makes the eggs. If it was allowed, I would suggest putting everything in a 200 degree oven to stay warm until service. But my opinion isn't requested. This is the way things are always done. Period.

I've been tossed out of the kitchen on more than one occasion. "Get Out!" K can do things faster, she says, with out any help from me. Thank you very much.

Yesterday's "Bulb Class" went well. My co presenter did most of the heavy lifting, educationally, and I did the cookie plates, made the urn of coffee, ran out to Wally World for coffee cream and cat food, and helped with the "party favors" which consisted of a canning jar, rocks and a paperwhite bulb. I think we had 17 or 18 in the class. It went very well. And it was really raining outside. Cold and raining. And all the building's doors have to be wide open.

I work a new schedule next week. Monday, Wednesday, Friday. The late afternoon 12 to 6 part of the day on Monday and Friday. And the "dark times" are coming. Coming home in the dark is so depressing. But other people will be doing the morning watering of the greenhouse so that means dry socks for me. Got to look for the positive in everything.

My house in Ohio is no longer my house. It finally sold on Wednesday the 30th. I lost SO much (potential) money on this sale but as everyone keeps saying "You sold the house". So I'm going to think of it that way. Eventually. I do want to take a few days to yell and punch things and be angry. Get it all out. Then I'll be grateful. My dad's law firm sent it's bill for "services" at about the same time as the house sold. Happy Days.

Since it's cold and wet outside, I'll be doing indoor things here at home. Laundry, ironing and sewing. Riley has chewed a few holes into his toy animals so I'll be replacing the squeakers (which no longer squeak) with squeaky tennis balls and sewing the incisions and chewed areas closed. Rabbit. Spider. Square Bob. Dinosaur aka Pupasaurus.

My bowl today will be filled with cozy warmth and wool socks.