Don’t Fall Out of the Dentist’s Chair

I went to the dentist yesterday, and luckily I remembered the appointment before I left the house.

Why is that important, you ask? I don’t know how your dentist does things, but mine puts me on a carnival ride without a seat belt every time I go.

I’m not kidding. The man pushes the hydraulic button, lifts the chair up, and flips me upside down on my head!!! I white-knuckle the dentist chair even when I’m sitting level, but when he flips the switch for this ride, I have to hang on for dear life!

I totally get that this makes it easier for him to see in the back recesses of my maw, but when he flips me upright again, my vertigo kicks in every single time. Let the spinning in my head commence!

Sheesh. For this much fun all I get is a toothbrush? Shouldn’t I get a little keychain or something?

What does all his have to do with my choice of clothes? Well, I was going to wear a pair of slickidy pants yesterday, but when I remembered I was going to the dentist, I put some on that were grippier.

I knew not to wear a dress or a skirt, either. That would not do at all.

Hopefully, I won’t have to ride the ride again for another 6 months.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Fall

In North Carolina, they call Fall The Color Season, a most fitting name for my 2nd favorite season of the year. The bright and beautiful reds, oranges, and yellows of dying leaves of deciduous trees delight me every year.

Since I love Fall so much and the leaves aren’t turning here yet, I’ve included a few from this season, a few from last season, and one from our trip to the Smokies last year.

Dogwood Leaves

The Dogwood trees are just beginning to turn here, and the berries are showing off their beautiful red color.

Oak Leaves

These Oak leaves tell the tale of slowly turning color to bring on Fall.

Stick Flowers

I call these stick flowers, but they are actually Spider Lilies or Surprise Lilies. They spring up seemingly overnight in late Summer and early Fall. I love them.

Smoky Mountain Trees

I saw these beauties while we were driving the Roaring Fork Motor Trail in the Smoky Mountains.

Maple Tree

October 27th of last year was the peak for this beautiful Maple tree.

Angel in Cemetery

I love the image of this angel in a local cemetery that I captured last Fall on November 3, 2010.

Multicolored Tree

Have you ever seen a variegated tree before? I never had, either. This multicolored tree is my all time favorite. I’m watching it closely to see if it puts on the same show this year.

Here’s hoping we all have a beautiful Fall Color Season!

Domestic Goddess: Fail

My new Southern Living came, reminding me of my continual failure as a domestic goddess. I have good intentions–really I do. You know they say that the path to hell is paved with good intentions. I’m not paving the path quite that far, but I do have a problem with this good intention business.

Every October, I have good intentions of putting up festive fall-y decor, but somehow I just never get it done, or I get it done at the end of the season.

October 2011 Southern Living

Look at that gorgeous magazine cover. I mean, just look at it! I have brick front steps, but there is nothing on them but bricks. I used to have a Fall wreath, but I threw it away and haven’t replaced it yet. On my door hangs a red, white, and blue star wreath from the 4th of July.

I have fake Fall leaves to put in my flower bucket, but guess what’s in there right now? My fake Spring flowers. They are pretty, but I really need to change them out now.

DH has me pretty well pegged on stuff like this. When we plant things in the yard, he says to me, “You walk away and never come back–you don’t give anything a drink. You don’t come visit . . .” He is so right. (Head hanging in shame.) If it weren’t for him, nothing beautiful would grow around here.

The solution? DH already has mums growing in the back yard, and lucky for me he’s willing to keep them alive. So while I don’t have a Southern Living front entryway, I have beautiful flowers in the back thanks to DH’s willingness to revisit what he plants.

And I’m sure I’ll have the house decked out in completely beautiful Autumn decor in the next couple of days. Yeah, right.

Ford or Chevy? & Plastic Seat Covers

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Every now and then I’ll meet one of those big ole ’60s cars on the road and it reminds me of the ones from my childhood.

My parents were Chevrolet people. They liked Impalas and later Caprice Classics. As far as I know, they never owned anything other than a Chevy. I really have no idea why. All I really remember about those cars is that they were big. Really big.

DH and I got blessed with one of their old ones after we got married. While coming home from school one day, DH was hit head-on. The heavy metal frame of that Impala monster probably saved him from dying that day.

Later in our marriage, for some reason we borrowed their Chevy. At that point in our marriage, DH was working wacky hours that had him coming home at all hours of the night. On that particular night, he came home and woke me up with the words, “I’m okay, but the driver’s window in your parents’ car was broken out while I was working.”

I grabbed him by his shirt and lifted myself out of bed clutching tightly. “What!” was my sleep-muddled brain’s reply. As far as I was concerned, I was dead. He was dead. They would never speak to us again. Noooooo!

Remarkably, they did speak to us again. Turns out, that as responsible adult parents, they had insurance. Go figure!

My best friend’s parents, on the other hand, were Ford people. In particular, I remember a Ford Galaxie that they had, not because of any feature of the Galaxie in particular, but because of the seat covers.

Do you remember that in the ’60s, many people plastic wrapped anything they deemed valuable and wanted to make sure was protected? Well, they plastic-wrapped their furniture in their living room and the fabric seats on their car.

The plastic wrap in their car was that triangle bubble stuff that left dents in your legs when you wore shorts in the summer. Only thing was that in the back seat where we, the children sat, the plastic had been installed upside-down. Therefore, instead of indentations in our legs, we had puffed-up bubble poufy things on the backs of our legs. Yuk!

As for Ford and Chevy, between my parents and my best friend’s parents, it was a draw.

Purse Held Hostage in Buggy

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Okay, maybe I’m then only one who thinks this is funny, but it made me laugh out loud.

There was an old lady (old being defined as anyone 15+ years older that me–you do know that’s the definition of old, don’t you?) in a parking lot yesterday who had her purse–probably handbag to her–strapped to her buggy (cart to some but that’s a whole nother post) via the baby belt.

She was beside her car fumbling and tugging at the belt, unable to release the clasp holding her purse hostage. I’m watching and laughing. Not good form, I know, but honestly, I thought it was just so funny that she was so concerned with protecting her purse in the store, and here she was in the parking lot fighting to free the thing in a much more vulnerable place.

Due to DH’s prompting (I was talking to him on the phone about the important matter of purchasing crab legs), I went to help her. By the time I got there, she had set the hostage free! Yay!

I know that will probably be me in a few years, but I have truly learned to laugh whenever the opportunity arises to laugh.

And in case you’re wondering, she was laughing about it, too.

Mushroom Soup To Die For

Sautéing the Mushrooms

A couple of things you need to know right off the bat:

  1. If you don’t like mushrooms, you should go away now.
  2. This is a recipe I adapted slightly from one I found on the www. site.
  3. I can’t seem to figure out how to add links, so if you can enlighten me, please do!

In the picture above, you see the beginnings of the most awesome mushroom soup you will ever put in your mouth.

You need two pounds of whatever mushrooms you like (I used button and some small darker brown ones that I don’t know the name of.)

1/2 small onion, or cut up green onions like I did

1 clove of garlic (or 2) NOT GRANULATED!

3 Tablespoons of Butter (or 4)

32 ounces of vegetable broth (I use organic chicken broth/stock–much tastier)

1/2 cup Dry Sherry

1 cup Heavy Whipping Cream

First, sauté the onion in the butter, then add the garlic, then add the mushrooms. Add salt and pepper. Cook until the mushrooms are soft and delicious. You will know this because you will taste them. Better yet, taste them two or three times. They are quite divine at this stage.


Dump in the chicken broth and the sherry. Let all that simmer for 10 minutes.

This is VERY important–if you are a teetotaler, to make this recipe work you are going to have to go to an actual liquor store and buy real honest-to-goodness sherry that has alcohol content. You are NOT allowed to use cooking sherry or you will end up with salty disgustedness on your hands. Not pretty or tasty at all.


Next, the recipe says to put the simmering chunky soup into a blender in batches and blend until smooth. If you will use a cast iron dutch oven like I did, you can use the magical stick blender and avoid all the mess of having hot soup spew from the blender and the ensuing cleanup that is bound to follow. You also won’t have to clean up the blender.

Cream Added

After you get the soup all smooth, you add the cream and stir for 5 minutes.

Final Yumminess

Sorry the final picture is a little blurry, but believe me when I tell you that the flavor didn’t suffer at all. Oh. My. Goodness. I don’t even know how to tell you how delicious this soup is. You just have to make it for yourself.

You can thank me later.

Cake or Pie?

Chocolate Cake

Why cake, of course–and chocolate cake at that. For me, the choice is a no-brainer. Take the luscious chocolate cake in the picture. My daughter made that for me all the way from scratch. It’s practically perfect just the way it is. The only way it is made absolutely perfect is by zapping a slice for just a few seconds in the microwave until the frosting is slightly runny and gooey and the cake is warm and extra chocolatey. Yum.

I think the only dessert worth the carbs and calories is absolutely chocolate cake.  Well, maybe not the only dessert . . .

Carrot Cake

Next on the hit parade of cake worth falling off the carb wagon for is carrot cake. Now, I’m not talking about just any ole carrot cake–I’m talking about slap-your-momma carrot cake like the one in the photo. Carrot cake that makes it worth it to cheat on your diet has freshly grated carrots, hand-shelled nuts (pecans or English walnuts, doesn’t matter which) and homemade cream cheese icing. 

Even homemade cupcakes like these qualify as diet deal breakers. Grandgirl #1 and I made these, and it is important for you to know that those pretty carrot strand garnishes on the top took 40 minutes to make!

Apple Cake

The last reason cake reigns supreme over pie is this fine example. I mean really, can you turn a pie into an Apple? I didn’t think so! This stunner was the groom’s cake at a wedding I attended. How cool is that? The brides’ cake was lovely, but this one took the cake. (You can groan now.)

So there you have it. Cake wins.