So, upstate was warm and sunny. It was nice to drive up- just for a minute though. Frustration comes to quickly when you live in the city and everyone up there is moving at such a slow speed they might as well be moving backwards. Not to mention getting stuck behind Farmer Ted and his Big stinky tractor…
Happy to be home though. I spent some time with my father and my aunt. My mother drove me insane very quickly. That’s a given. She has a habit of saying everything that comes into her mind, weather it is “Oh, there is a car driving by the house to her ignorant backstabbing jargon about so in so. I feel so sorry for her. She has no idea what she looks and sounds like when she can be so jaded and mean. Then she will talk to the people she talks behind their backs to as if they were best friends. Why? Enough!
My father and I picked some Fiddle Heads (fern tops) from along the river bed. We brought them home and I made a salad out of them. They were great. I boiled them for 15 minutes, then sautéed them in Olive oil, Garlic, and a splash of Vinegar. They tasted like Asparagus. Perfect. My father made his Beer can chicken. He put two chickens on the BBQ so they looked like they were standing up. He used the theme American Gothic. He had a fork being held by the one on the left and a flower in the hand of the other chicken. After we carved them up we printed out a picture of Homer and Marge Simpson and put them on toothpicks and put them on the chickens- they were Yummy also.
Yesterday we went back to the river and I picked two huge bags of Fiddle heads to bring home, and freeze for another time. I have to blanch them this evening. Really happy to be home from there. I hate the quiet.
My aunt has a new boyfriend, she moved in to his place this weekend. He is nice. Seems premature, she has only dated him for 3 weeks. I hope it works out though…
I forgot the potatoes-
Happy to be home though. I spent some time with my father and my aunt. My mother drove me insane very quickly. That’s a given. She has a habit of saying everything that comes into her mind, weather it is “Oh, there is a car driving by the house to her ignorant backstabbing jargon about so in so. I feel so sorry for her. She has no idea what she looks and sounds like when she can be so jaded and mean. Then she will talk to the people she talks behind their backs to as if they were best friends. Why? Enough!
My father and I picked some Fiddle Heads (fern tops) from along the river bed. We brought them home and I made a salad out of them. They were great. I boiled them for 15 minutes, then sautéed them in Olive oil, Garlic, and a splash of Vinegar. They tasted like Asparagus. Perfect. My father made his Beer can chicken. He put two chickens on the BBQ so they looked like they were standing up. He used the theme American Gothic. He had a fork being held by the one on the left and a flower in the hand of the other chicken. After we carved them up we printed out a picture of Homer and Marge Simpson and put them on toothpicks and put them on the chickens- they were Yummy also.
Yesterday we went back to the river and I picked two huge bags of Fiddle heads to bring home, and freeze for another time. I have to blanch them this evening. Really happy to be home from there. I hate the quiet.
My aunt has a new boyfriend, she moved in to his place this weekend. He is nice. Seems premature, she has only dated him for 3 weeks. I hope it works out though…
I forgot the potatoes-
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