MAY I HAVE YOUR RECIPE?????????

In my 35 years of marriage, for the first time ever, someone asked me for a recipe. When the garden club met at Katrina's she served these rollups and I loved them. Asked for the recipe and then said, "No, never mind, I can't cook these." Katrina insisted and emailed me the recipe. I printed it out, and Bob had to eat 3 batches before the garden club met at my house. Some ate more than one.

Last night the Forest Hills Board met here, I cooked the rollups and guess what, guess what???? First Margaret asked me for the recipe and this morning Judy emailed for the recipe. Katrina's husband, Mark, is on the board and every time someone complimented the rollups, I gave Katrina credit, not only for the rollups, but for pushing me to cook them.

I'd love to impress old friends with this story, but they wouldn't believe me. Just assume my "exaggerate" gene was kicking in. No one was surprised when the recipe Barb gave me tanked, just surprised I tried. I must have stepped through the cooking portal to the Parallel Universe for the rollups to come out edible. Hope I can get back there once again.

Parallel Universes along with ending Party Pictures

After this post I have one more with the rest of the Christmas Party pictures and then on to 2009.

Speaking of 2009 the real Lottie's back. We finished some of the soup last night. I was hand washing the pots when I took the stopper out of the sink to let the dishwater out. There on top of the stopper was the little black rubber ring from the blender that I was sure the disposal digested last night. I know I would have noticed the little ring if it had been on the stopper before. This is obviously a plot against me by an inanimate object. This isn't the first time, but you knew that, didn't you?

Years ago, Bob bought a really pretty deep blue color 4 door Jaguar. Pretty Car didn't not like me from day one. I accidently got a little lipstick on the headliner while Pretty Car still smelled new. I swear Pretty Car hated me from that day. Bob was traveling to Hong Kong every other month. First I didn't drive it when he was gone. Pretty Car wouldn't start when he returned, so Bob said, "Could you just drive it once or twice while I'm gone?" Sure. Well, we went from the car misbehaving to simply acting awful. I started to know the AAA people personally. When Bob was home the car behaved like a champion and loved the compliments people bestowed. Turned into a - who does Bob love more contest. That Jag lived with us nearly 4 years and we never made peace. I won, it's gone, but probably plotting as I write this.

Now the garbage disposal seems to taking a strong dislike to me. I suspect, like James Randall, the disposal thinks someone has kidnapped me since I've used the disposal more in the last couple of week than the 15 years we've been in this house. Obviously, this disposal prefers dormancy.

I certainly lost the Jag war. I'm not even going to begin this battle. The blender's little rubber ring coming back from grinder hell is a warning. This time I'll heed the warning. Parallel universes, you know.