A Pointless Story About Me and the Three Times I've Spoken to My Neighbor Who Reminds Me a Little Bit of Mary Gross.
Three Weeks Ago:
Me (going into my garage): Hello!
Her (throwing an oily grocery sack full of garbage into the Dumpster): Hello!
Yesterday:
Her (stopping on her way to the Dumpster again with oily grocery sack full of garbage, as Katie sniffs her ankles): Does it bite?
Me: No, she sniffs and kisses.
Her (delicately drawing foot away anyway): I have cats.
Me (thinking): Of course you do.
This Morning:
Me (standing in my pajamas and an overcoat in the driving rain, waiting for Katie to take a dump in the grass so I can go back inside and make coffee): Another good reason to have cats.
Her (jumping over a puddle and carrying oily grocery sack full of garbage): Ha, ha!
New Year's Eve Dinner In Pictures!!
Or, phoning it in until Jackson goes back to school next week
Chef Boyardee at the five-burner
New Zealand green-lipped mussels
Clams! Clams! Clams!
Soft-shelled crabs, having been soaked in milk for a half an hour and then batter fried, may still end up tasting just a little too eerily of the sea.
Linguine
Not allowed to eat scraps . . .
. . . but it's okay if she licks the floor clean, that's not disgusting at all, oh, no.
Look, mom! Look! Look now! Okay, now! Look! MOM, LOOK!
We are so not afraid of butter.
Check out the grill marks on the scallops. Awww, yeah.
Italian parsley always spruces up a crappy looking plate like this, let's face it.
My feeling exactly.
Three Weeks Ago:
Me (going into my garage): Hello!
Her (throwing an oily grocery sack full of garbage into the Dumpster): Hello!
Yesterday:
Her (stopping on her way to the Dumpster again with oily grocery sack full of garbage, as Katie sniffs her ankles): Does it bite?
Me: No, she sniffs and kisses.
Her (delicately drawing foot away anyway): I have cats.
Me (thinking): Of course you do.
This Morning:
Me (standing in my pajamas and an overcoat in the driving rain, waiting for Katie to take a dump in the grass so I can go back inside and make coffee): Another good reason to have cats.
Her (jumping over a puddle and carrying oily grocery sack full of garbage): Ha, ha!
New Year's Eve Dinner In Pictures!!
Or, phoning it in until Jackson goes back to school next week
Chef Boyardee at the five-burner
New Zealand green-lipped mussels
Clams! Clams! Clams!
Soft-shelled crabs, having been soaked in milk for a half an hour and then batter fried, may still end up tasting just a little too eerily of the sea.
Linguine
Not allowed to eat scraps . . .
. . . but it's okay if she licks the floor clean, that's not disgusting at all, oh, no.
Look, mom! Look! Look now! Okay, now! Look! MOM, LOOK!
We are so not afraid of butter.
Check out the grill marks on the scallops. Awww, yeah.
Italian parsley always spruces up a crappy looking plate like this, let's face it.
My feeling exactly.
27 Comments:
Holy CRAP, that looks delish. Happy New Year, Mrs. K.
it was definitely a shell fish new year's eve. i ate way too much shrimp and then pretended i was bubba gump. "scrimp gumbo..."
we ordered pizza, but that's because I forgot I had a crockpot stew cooking...
It is good to not fear the butter.
And now I am hungry. Happy New Year!
mina's comments on your post:
"what are those?" (points to various pictured foodstuffs)
"those people are wearing shoes." [referencing header image]
"there's a puppy!"
"its over now, mommy. i need cookies, mommy."
sigh.
Love the neighbour sketch... sorry to be pretentious but to me it says a lot about 'the way we live now'... or something. And as for the food... holy cow! do you always eat like this? Looks completely wonderful... how was the crab?
That is one beautiful dinner.
never fear the butter. the butter is good. embrace the butter.
I just ate dinner and here I am, hungry again because of your ever-so-delicious looking food.
MMMmmmmm.
Happy New Year!
Wooooow...that is some feast! :)
He builds. He cooks. He picks geiiitar. He looks like Joe Walsh~~morphing~~Keith Urban. He buys beautifully wrapped lamps. He likes your hair short. Lucky girl. :)
Now I'm all hungry.
scratch that belly!!!
Thatlooked SO good!!!!!!! Everywhere I turn, there's food...I'm dying here! (I'm doing a cleanse - SO UNFAIR)
Wish we could get the soft-shelled crabs here - so jealous!
Great merciful heavens, I love Katie! And I JUST posted the same pose of my dog, but with most of her butt hanging off the end of the bed. The laws of physics don't apply to poodles.
New Zealand! Represent :)
Ah, neighbours. One of mine made the mistake of saying to our landlord before we moved in: "We don't want those young hoodlums moving in next door". Not a good way to start neighbourly relations.
YUM. Did you kill the softshell crabs yourself? I only made them once, and it took me a half an hour just to get up the courage to kill them. I felt so bad. But they were really delicious.
Your dog cracks me up every time. In fact, you should just hand over the blog to her. Less work for you.
Merry New Year!
Soft shell crabs scare me just a little. I love to eat them, but I wouldn't have the first clue how to prepare them.
I have cats too, but I'm not like your neighbor. I also like dogs and other human beings.
Hey, I have the same mismatched polish plates as you do! I knew you were a woman of style and grace!
I also have a creepy neighbor!
We are like total opposite coast twins!
Food looks super yummy although I've never tried scallops.....would I like them? Hmmm...
I wanna rub her belly!
Awww! My puppy used to lay on the floor, just like the last picture. Then he would follow you around the room with his droopy eye until you went over and pet him.
Much better than cats.
Doesn't everyone's dog clean the floor? There are people who consider it gross?
Oh my gosh, your dog is the cutest thing! Also, those green lip mussels are very bizarre. I'm impressed by your gormet meal though!
Katie cracks me up.
Looks like an awesome dinner. I'm jealous. We had meatballs and cheese and crackers.
What a pretty girl you have!!! My boys think she's hot!
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