Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain. Unknown.
I haven’t posted much in the last few days because my Auntie from Dallas has been in town. Two of my most favorite people in the whole world are my Aunt Margaret and my Uncle Dave. They are the youngest brother and only sister to my dad, who died in 1983 at age 50. Uncle Dave lives here in town, and we get together most Sunday afternoons for dinner and dominoes, which is a highlight of our week. Aunt Margaret usually comes to town once a year, but this was a special occasion – she came to town so that she and Uncle Dave could drive over to South Dakota for their 50 year class reunion.
So last Friday they rented a car and took off for parts unknown (actually they went to Groton). They got back home on Sunday afternoon and I’ve hung out with them since then. Unfortunately, my auntie has to go back home on Thursday, and it’s back to work for me tomorrow!
Apparently there were some issues on the trip. My aunt claims my uncle told her to take a left-hand turn after they stopped at a Dairy Queen, and my uncle decided to go to sleep and didn’t realize they were going the wrong way. This happened in the same town both on the way to Groton and on the way back! As you can imagine, there was a bit of squabbling over whose fault this was.
One thing they agree on, however, is that they both love (wait for it…wait for it…you’re not going to believe it..) SOUR CREAM RAISIN PIE. Yes. I said Sour.Cream.Raisin.Pie. Ulk. Blech. So here’s the deal. I adore them. I would do anything for them. So I made the darn pie (and yes, I did in fact put in the raisins). I took pictures of the process and someday I’ll post them (and the recipe) for you, but right now I’m still so traumatized by the raisins that I really can’t look at the pictures. Get this – you have to BOIL the raisins before you use them. I can’t even describe to you the horror of boiled raisins. And to top it off (literally) you have to put a beautiful meringue over the whole mess. My grandma used to make this for them as a special treat (I’ve told you before I come from weird stock).
I think the funniest part of the time I spent with them was that they made me take a nap every day. About noon they’d start telling me that I had to take a nap, and then they’d both be really quiet – Aunt Margaret would sit and read and Uncle Dave would play on his computer. At one point I had given up trying to argue and had just gone into the bedroom to read – Uncle Dave peeked in at me and caught me reading instead of napping! I felt so guilty. Just like when I was a kid. But actually, it was nice to take a nap!
We had quite a dominoes tournament these past few days. Uncle Dave will deny this, but my aunt and I shut him out yesterday afternoon and kept up with him this afternoon (we’re not going to discuss the evening tournaments except to say that my hubby Jim was there and threw off the mojo).
Here’s a picture of my uncle after we whupped his little butt yesterday.
This is a rare and special treat, because he IS the dominoes master! But it’s starting to look like the student may someday teach the master!
This afternoon we watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show. For those of you to young to remember, this movie debuted in 1975, and was not a hit. It starred Susan Sarandon, Tim Curry, Barry Bostwick and some other folks. It’s campy, naughty, funny, and brought back so many memories! I think this is the first movie that had audience participation. And if you ever have a chance to see it in a theater – GO! Just be sure to bring a few things – newspaper, rice, a piece of toast, a roll of toilet paper (preferably Scott brand), a squirt gun, a flashlight, and a noisemaker. Trust me, they’ll come in handy.
My uncle doesn’t share the same refined sense of humor that my aunt and I have, so he wasn’t real impressed – but Margaret and I more than made up for his lack of enthusiasm.
I did get a chance to make some goodies these last few days, and I’ll be posting some of the recipes over the next few days.