1.

I went to the store and threw whatever I wanted into the carts.   It was like being a kid in the candy store.  Hmmm, haven’t had wild rice in so long!  In it goes.

Mr R saw it on the shelf and ran to alert me.  “Rats got into the rice and pooped!” he said.  I explained about the wild grass harvested on lakes… but I don’t expect he’ll eat it when I serve it.  He’s still convinced his first impression is the correct one.

He also argued with me while we were watching Black Beauty.  I told him the people were Victorians.  “Mo-ooom.  They. Are. English.” His voice was ansolutely dripping with know-it-all disdain.  Which I should probably have disciplined, sorted out the heart issues that caused him to speak to his mother like that, and given him essays to copy about respecting parents.

Instead I just about died laughing.

2.

Kroger had blackberries on sale, 99 cents a pint.  I bought 4, but one whole pint got dropped in the driveway and spilled.  The next morning, Miss C was on the porch making bird noises (she’s convinced she can coax an eagle from the sky with her Caw Caw Caws) when she spotted them.  She insists her eagle did come and bring her berries.  How else would fat juicy blackberries appear in the driveway?

I love their imaginations.

3.

Remember my meat dilemma?  Watching Food, Inc. didn’t help that out one bit.  One thing that I wanted to do as soon as we had the means was to improve the quality of meat we ate.

I was at Randall’s the other day, and got all excited to see large signs proclaiming their beef was “ground fresh daily!”  Great!  They grind their ground beef in the store, so I don’t have to worry about getting pieces of a thousand cows in one package!

I picked up the  package, and it said: Product of USA, Argentina, Urugay, New Zealand, and Australia.

Gross!  I don’t need ground beef so bad I’ll take the scraps from three different continents!  The big fancy HEB carries natural/grass fed/good meat.  Looks like I’ll have to drive there to shop for meat.

I am also reading Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Dilemma. I am totally grossed out by the thought of feeding cows chicken litter.  Nasty!

4.

More meaty:  I really hate picking chickens.  I don’t try hard, either.  It’s a glaring frugal failing.  I’m pretty good as saving the broth, though.

5.

I’m lazy, so this post is right up my alley!  Fresh cinnamon rolls, even if you sleep in.

6.

Ok, I’ve given up on the idea of goose for Christmas dinner.  My husband doesn’t hunt, so we’d have to buy one.  They are $50 each, and I’d need at least 3.  But I do want something special (just not a couple hundred dollars special!)  Maybe a Turducken.

7.

Mr P has my same sense of sarcastic, snarky humor.  It’s so funny because often we’ll be watching a movie or just living life and something will happen.  He’ll catch my eye, I’ll know we’re both thinking the same thing, and we’ll crack up.  He also enjoys spotting continuity errors in movies.  Who knew he had such a mature sense of humor?  Or maybe *I* have the sense of humor of a 10 year old boy.

Netflix has an extensive list of MST3K in their instant play.  I think we’ll bond this holiday by watching Santa Clause Conquers the Martians.