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You’ll never believe what I just ate…

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I read about it in the Winston-Salem Journal first.

A chocolate covered kreme-filled doughnut? Nah. I’m good, thanks.

In-store display of Cheerwine kreme-filled doughnuts

A chocolate covered Cheerwine kreme-filled doughnut? SIGN ME UP.

You know I bought them. I *had* to. You can only buy them by the half-dozen (which doesn’t sound nearly as cool as six-pack LOL) in NC and SC, so my PROFOUND apologies to my readers outside the Carolinas.

Doughnuts in the box

Yeah, the kids beat me to the photo op. Sorry about that y’all. Just pretend like there are two more doughnuts in the box, okay? And that the one in the top-left corner is intact…not sporting the scar of a finger digging in and raking off the top (and then running off and hiding, cackling gleefully).

Cheerwine kreme-filled doughnut on a plate

Who puts a doughnut on a plate? *I* do. Well, when I want to take a picture of it. You don’t need a picture of my hands wrapped around a doughnut, do you? And besides, the plate is necessary for this:

Inside the cheerwine kreme-filled doughnut

Now I know how to make super-pink frosting…just add some Cheerwine to it!

So, you wanna know how it tastes, right?

The first bite was blah. Kinda normal. A bit of doughnut, a smidge of frosting. Nothing out of the ordinary.

The second bite had a bit of the kreme in it. I got a faint hint of cherry behind the chocolate.

The third bite had the bulk of the kreme. Angels descended from heaven. A voice from Above said “This is my gift to you.” Chocolate, cherry, and pastry all combined in harmony. All the world held hands and sang. It was beautiful, truly beautiful.

The glory of that third bite was quickly followed by my body screaming “SUGAR! SUGAR ALERT ZOMG HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND WOMAN??!!??”

The final bite was a repeat of the first – doughnut, chocolate icing. It was the perfect follow-up to the sugar overload.

Overall:

This is the first Krispy Kreme doughnut I’ve had where one was truly enough. A gracious plenty.

Garden update

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Basil

As you walk in/out of my home, these lovelies call for attention. They’re the sole survivors of the “herb garden” kit the kids picked out. And attend to them I will! (with tomatoes from the garden and fresh mozz and a wee smidge of olive oil). I need to thin them out and move them….SOMEwhere.

The hose coming out of the container is my own piece of redneck ingenuity – that’s the drain siphon. I just *knew* that cast iron monster would make an ideal pot, and it is quite nice…except for the distinct lack of drainage holes.

Canteloupes in a bucket

This is my first experience with canteloupes in a bucket. I need to trellis it, now that the vines are actually trying to escape the container.

WatermelonBucket

Second verse, similar to the first. There are five watermelon plants in this container – and yes, I already know that’s WAY too many. See also: inexperienced but learning. And yes, more trellises to buy.

Strawberries_container

Our two strawberry plants. Unfortunately they’re eye candy – I’ve not been able to harvest one berry from them yet. (And yes, I know there’s one berry there. ONE!!!)

Twofer_Tomato

Cherry and pear tomatoes in an earthbox. We’re not TOTALLY frugal frannies around here. (Mama bought the earthboxes a year or three ago.) I love how well those plants snuggle together and work to produce…

PearMaters

Hello, darlin’. Wanna come to dinner? I’ll introduce you to my friends.

Cinderblock Garden

Hello? Gardener’s Anonymous? What’s the cure for crowded bed syndrome? Define crowded bed for you? Okay…I have 18 roma tomato plants, an entire packet of radish seeds that got dumped in one corner, three squash, one early girl tomato in the other corner….and the cuke that took over the world.

See also: trellis needed.

Cucumber

Cuke on a plank

I’ve got a bottle of vinegar just waitin’.

This is SO not worth it…

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Kid does not want to get out of bed.

Kid gets pulled out of bed by me – and then noodle legs himself into the floor.

Kid gets picked back up by me AGAIN, landed on his feet, and gently nudged in the general direction of the kitchen. Noodle legs again.

My head explodes just a smidge, and I yell “Papaw YOU get him up, I need to get the OTHER kid ready for school” (Papaw’s response: to sit on his ass and yell “Kid? get outta bed!”)

I run and get Kid2 started on breakfast, snatch NoodleLegs up out of the floor and land a swat on his behind – which as usual results in an ear-piercing scream. You know the scream – the one that sounds like a serial killer just found a victim.

Said scream brings My Sainted Mama running “to the rescue”. She’s been in her room the entire time (as usual) and has absolutely no clue what’s been going on for the last 20 minutes. She picks him up, carries him into the kitchen, sits him down in his chair, and pours the milk over his cereal. And then stares at him in wide-eyed wonder as he noodlescootches his way out of the chair and onto the floor, leaving said cereal to turn to mush.

She put him back in his chair and tried to hand him his clothes – and of course he promptly dropped them on the floor.

She stared at him.

And stared.

And said “You’re going to miss school if you don’t get dressed!”

And I said “That’s the general idea, Sainted Mama o Mine. He DOES NOT WANT TO GO.”

I picked the pants up and put them on him. I pulled the shirt on over his head and slid his noodlearms through the sleeves. The lightbulb finally, blessedly flickered on in Mama’s head and she went to retrieve his shoes so I could finish putting the lunches in boxes and doublecheck backpacks.

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The rest of the school year – mornings exactly like this one – are being looked at with an extreme distaste. They like being with the kids in their classes (up to a point). The homework is for the most part busywork – practice on skills they’ve achieved proficiency in. They have been out of school (sick) almost as much as they’ve been there.

I want to let them go back to homeschooling. I just don’t know how we can achieve that without my head exploding.

Oh now that was just what I needed.

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A corner table at Saffron Indian Cuisine, my friend Michele and HER friend (who will remain nameless since I know it’s OK to talk about Michele in my blawwwwwg but I forgot to ask our Third Party of the Evening).

My tummy, she is happy. The staff of the restaurant was attentive but not overtly so, and we had a raucous conversation. Well, except for the part where it seemed like hours before they came to pick up the check.

Affirmed: I’m on an oil-covered slip’n'slide straight to hell.

Acknowledged: I’m a baaaaaaad influence. $250/hr to start, that’s all I’m sayin’.

I’m not supposed to blog a good 2/3 of our conversation. Apparently, Michele’s Invisible Friend Jesus gets upset when she’s not behaving as she should be.

Michele didn’t believe me when I said I was as wide as I was tall once upon a time. This Feb 2007 post has a smidge of photographic proof. (Like you can be a smidge of anything when that voluptuously pregnant!!!)

Also, it’s with sincere regret that I inform you ladies that you’re not the first members of my fanclub. Can you guess who it is from this January 2004 post?

Hm. What else did we talk about that I promised links for? I can’t remember now…

****Added later:

The Tag Suggest Thing for WordPress is here.

I also found another “hugely pregnant” picture. This one was taken 3 days before Joe was born. (Take a look at my foot – it’s the only place where it’s obvious that I was having fluid retention issues.) (Apologies to the regular readers who remember this pic. Michele didn’t.)

Hugely Pregnant