One more blog after this one and I'm half way through. Can we all breathe a collective sigh of relief??

Crissy wrote me that she doesn't remember some of my stories. My sister says she doesn't remember some of my stories. But then again, I don't remember some of their stories. So it all comes out in the wash. But funny what sticks in the memory for whom. I shall attempt to jog Crissy's memory in an email.

There is red, green and gold glitter all over my computer keyboard. This is because when I finally cleaned up my Christmas act the other day, I washed a crystal bowl that had held glittered ornaments. It was my centerpiece, I go all out. I really can't explain how the glitter got over here, though. Lots of things in life have no logical explanation, wouldn't you agree?

Today I FINALLY made Pioneer Woman's The Best Pancakes. I was really going to make CDW'S pancakes first, but I couldn't find the recipe . . . yet. I know I have it because I NEVER throw out anything CDW writes. So, since Mike wanted something to eat and I was dragging my heels and it was nearing the time he would have to go eat again at his choir party, I just had to go ahead and make PW's pancakes, because they are a click away on the computer. Nothing's worse than not eating when you are invited out because . . . you just ate. This happened once a long time ago when I invited a family for dinner. I noticed the man wasn't eating much. Maybe I said something?, because I remember him saying he had just eaten before he came. Actually, my dinner was awful terrible that night, so who knows. Still, it didn't sit too well with me.

I LOVED THEM. The pancakes. Part of that may not be the recipe, but the flour I bought. PW said to use cake flour. So I marched to Rollin' Oats and bought organic pastry flour, which looked not white, it had color, like light wheat. Oh man, I have to say, they ARE the best. But, that is not definitive because CDW'S children prefer CDW'S pancakes. I shall make CDW'S pancakes with pastry flour, too. I just KNOW CDW'S are going to be even bester than best.

Sick as a dog, ate millions of pancakes and bacons late afternoon. Then I had a Coke at intermission at the orchestra concert because the bacon had made me so thirsty. Then late tonight I licked the spatula when I moved the cheesecake to another dish. See, Mike took cheesecake to the choir party. Whoa, what am I thinking?? We always sign up for dessert, not appetizer, because we are always late arrivers. This is my problem, when me cooks, me eats. I love the Nancy cartoon book NANCY EATS FOOD. Think I've mentioned this before. I so GET that.

Tonight I thought I was having a heart attack because I couldn't seem to feel any air in my lungs and I was light-headed. Icky. I'm so fat with pancakes, all the syrup traveled to my brain and stuck there and all the butter coagulated around my heart. After all, PW said to use an obscene amount of both, which is what I've always done anyways. It comes naturally.

PanKake KEM