Tortellini, Greens, and Bean Soup. Hint – just tell everyone you’re having Tortellini Soup. The “Greens” apparently turns them all into foodie snobs.
Last night I made a yummy soup from a recipe book my Yallison gave me. It wasn’t my favorite but everyone else raved over it. I love a warm meal. Cold salads and sandwiches are dumb. A hot soup, when it’s chilly out is brilliant. I prefer my soups to be cheesy and salty and thick with ridiculous spice, kick, and rich flavor.
This recipe was too tame for me. But I’m pretty sure that’s what everyone else liked about it.
Yallison sent this one to me because she knows my heart and love of a good cookbook. I read them like other people read novels – completely encapsulated and drooling. And the pictures are always good too. Isn’t that y’all others read? As much as she knows my heart, she also knows my hands and feet. They are cold. Like all the time. And so this book is the next best thing to her coming and snuggling with me during Fall, Winter, and most of Spring too. Continue reading →
This is really really long, and I refuse to apologize for that. I have a column with a word limit. So, I wrote freely on this one. Grab your coffee and have a read. And please, post a comment. I’d love to hear what you think, how you relate, or your own special college memory.
Lucy and I had a great time driving down to Texas. Since we had 12 hours to talk about our feelings, and since she made the mistake of asking, I told her my entire college volleyball experience. I told her the reality of the story, that I was a redshirt, then a benchwarmer. I told her how oblivious I was until much later, almost too late. I told her about the practice when I figured out what all of my teammates had already known – I sucked. And that I’m not just saying that – I was super tall, and really not great at volleyball. I certainly wasn’t good enough to have deserved the scholarship I was on. Continue reading →
If time travel is possible, it happened, and I was a part of it. It’s been 10 years since we moved from Amarillo to Omaha. I’ve made all of these pics full size for your enjoyment…
Look at this view! Even the guy’s bald shiny spot is elegant! Lucy and I went to see my brilliantly talented cousin, Jeremy perform with the Amarillo Symphony. He’s the Tuba Principal (aka – he’s kind of a big deal, y’all.) Just look for the Tuba on the right. We had the coolest seats in the house, and even though I got the “Spirit Award” in choir, I could still appreciate the beautiful music and what it takes to bring all of these people and their talents together.
Our first stop was at my friend, Will & Shannon’s house. Will offered to let us stay at their ranch house. Will has inherited the “Family Reserve” as they call it. It is now their second home or maybe it’s his first home, I don’t know how that works. But he and his beautiful wife, Shannon, and their baby boy don’t live there full time. So, he offered to let us stay there. He knows me well enough to know this may not be a good idea. But he’s a good enough friend to offer. Besides, what damage could I possibly do? Oh God. Continue reading →
This year, the kids aren’t trick-or-treating. We’ve promised them candy though. So, don’t turn us in just yet. But you might want to consider a few of these guys. I never had the heart to do this. But, apparently enjoy watching other parents make their kids cry. I couldn’t pick between two videos, so I’m posting both.
Today, Lucy and I are hitting the open road to go back to Texas. WTAMU is having a Volleyball Alum gig, and I don’t know what I’m more excited about, to see all of my friends and WT family, for Lucy to meet them, or for them to get to meet my extraordinary daughter.
I know our 10-hour roadtrip will be a fun bonding experience. We’re both conspiring on coffee stops and road trip food. French onion dip and potato chips are high on the list. We’ll have some much needed and cherished time together on the road.
Max and Ricardo are staying home for Max’s basketball practice and a game. I hesitantly pulled out of the driveway when I heard the phrase “Mancation” mentioned.
I’ve been back to cooking again. Like, a lot. I love to re-interpret recipes, and since I’ve switched to the Food Network over HGTV, everyone seems to be fed well lately. And whoever came up with the concept of merging a talk show with a food show, God Bless Your Soul. I am in love with The Chew. Don’t get me started about the joy Rachael Ray brings me. And I was watching Chopped the other day, while making mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes, y’all. They were frikkin delicous. Let me be clear that I never write my own recipes. What I do is I find one, and I change it based on one or more of the following things: Continue reading →
Oh, believe it, I’m now the owner of a cat. A black cat, no less. Back when I was playing volleyball in college, I was super superstitious. So much that one time I opened my apartment door to head to a game, and I saw a black cat walk right across my path. I did what any other rational superstitious athlete would do. I shut the door and crawled out my back window. Duh.
And here I am hauling a black frikkin cat across my path for 750 miles. What the hell just happened?
People ask how I’m recovering – I’ve completely recovered. My scar doesn’t so much as itch anymore, and I sometimes forget that I even did it. Physically, it’s as if it never happened. I feel that good. Possibly better because I have such a great outlook on life and what we’re each capable of doing. Don’t go telling me I need to be more involved in my community. I mean, I’m literally a part of someone else, and it’s not even one of my kids. How’s that for community involvement? I’d suggest that I’ve gained a false sense of confidence, but then again, I don’t think it’s that false at all. I’m so happy and pleased with the outcome of the entire situation. Continue reading →