Happy Thanksgiving

***Enjoy this classic Thanksgiving post*** It's a few hours before the meal and I'm already stuffed. No, I'm not the turkey. I almost had a major meltdown earlier over the deviled eggs. You wouldn't think that it would be that hard to boil eggs and then peel the shells but somewhere there was a major breakdown in this process. The shells would not come off the eggs and I had to take a butter knife and chip the shells off. This process resulted in four different opinions as to why the shells would not come off more easily. Mom says that the eggs were too fresh and that was the reason the shells were difficult to remove. Sister says the eggs needed to be at room temperature before they were boiled. Niece says the eggs probably came from the chickens outside and have been buried out behind the outhouse for the last few years. The MA Fat Woman didn't say anything but just kept swearing under her breath. Brother says the eggs weren't boiled long enough and the shells needed to be removed promptly after boiling. After this discussion which took almost an hour it was time to make the deviled egg mixture. Again, an hour to discuss how to make the mixture and four differing opinions. If we're having this much trouble with the eggs I can hardly wait until it's time to mash the potatoes. Happy Thanksgiving!

That's A Wrap

I had another really great birthday this year. Instead of going out for a steak dinner that is the normal tradition. We decided to have a picnic and do some fishing. If you've been a regular reader of the MA Fat Woman then you know that my family likes fishing and picnics. If you're new you can check out some of our adventures here and here. Anyhow, it seems that Mother Nature is trying to play catch up on about 7 years of drought by dumping 60 inches of rain in the last few weeks. (Not really, but close.) We haven't seen any sunshine since the last time the sun shined, go figure. Well, the sun came out in full force on my birthday and it was about 75 degrees. Beeyootifull! I had made bbq'd ribs, baked beans, deviled eggs, tater salad (which Brother actually liked this time) and my friend had made me a homemade birthday cake decorated up all fancy and everything. We ate good. After lunch we thought we would try our hand at some fishing. We didn't catch anything but a sunburn and, maybe, just a touch of indigestion from the eggs and beans. (I heard quite a few fish calls too, mainly from Brother.) All in all, it was a really nice day. I'd also like to say thanks to everyone that dropped me birthday wishes and also thanks for reading my stories. I'm trying to compile my stories into book form so one day in the future there might be a hardcover version of Reflections on a Middle-Aged Fat Woman. Wouldn't that be exciting?

Holiday Check In

It's a few hours before the meal and I'm already stuffed. No, I'm not the turkey. I almost had a major meltdown earlier over the deviled eggs. You wouldn't think that it would be that hard to boil eggs and then peel the shells but somewhere there was a major breakdown in this process. The shells would not come off the eggs and I had to take a butter knife and chip the shells off. This process resulted in four different opinions as to why the shells would not come off more easily. Mom says that the eggs were too fresh and that was the reason the shells were difficult to remove. Sister says the eggs needed to be at room temperature before they were boiled. Niece says the eggs probably came from the chickens outside and have been buried out behind the outhouse for the last few years. The MA Fat Woman didn't say anything but just kept swearing under her breath. Brother says the eggs weren't boiled long enough and the shells needed to be removed promptly after boiling. After this discussion which took almost an hour it was time to make the deviled egg mixture. Again, an hour to discuss how to make the mixture and four differing opinions. If we're having this much trouble with the eggs I can hardly wait until it's time to mash the potatoes. Happy Thanksgiving!