Monday, November 9, 2015

Monday Musings

I didn't forget to Muse!  Well almost!  My day started out a bit different since my big sister needed to meet me to transfer some goods.  It was most pleasant to be with her.

Until.  We walked into a Culver's restaurant for an early lunch.  If you haven't eaten Culver's, you haven't lived.  Well maybe I'm stretching it a bit, but it is basically deliciousness and represents all that is good and right about Dairyland.

Anyway I will back up.  After I got dressed and combed my hair this morning, I glanced in the mirror for a second time (which I hardly ever do) and was feeling a bit self-satisfied.  I thought I looked half-way decent for once and set off on my journey.  We walk into the Culver's lobby and both took a different lane to place our order.  The twenty-something lady cheerfully took my order.  Then she was ready to give me the total and then said, 'oh wait!  I forgot!' and I glanced down on the register it said, 'senior discount'.  Um.  What?  I smiled cheerfully and handed her the money.  And walked away with a good deal and a touch of wounded pride.  Remember my new anti-aging serum that is to make me look 10 years younger within four weeks?  It obviously isn't working.

Speaking of food.  The other night I fixed, for the very first time, cubed steaks.  If you don't know what they are, they are most likely tough pieces of beef that the butcher whacks the bejeebers out of to make it somewhat palatable and sells them in neat little forms that almost resemble hamburgers.

I simmered them up in a mushroom sauce and had them with mashed potatoes, home-froze corn, and a nice green salad.  These were the comments after a bite.
"Is this prison food?"
"I'm sure glad I had some fruit snacks before supper so at least I have some electrolytes in my body."
"Don't the prisoners get served a nutraloaf if they have bad behavior?  What did we do wrong?"
"What ever inspired you to make this?"
"When you said steak, I was thinking the real thing that is pink in the middle."
"This is just awful."

Nothing like an honest crowd to cook for.

Speaking of which, I need to get the homemade pizza in the oven and the salad tossed.  I know I'll have happy people here at the Chairman and Co. at least tonight!

Later this week I plan to take a venture to the land of 10,000 lakes.  I'm most excited about it for a lot of reasons.  The last time I did something like this away from my family for a weekend was four years ago.  Yes, you read that right.  Four years.  So this is a big deal.  I can't wait to share it with you next week!

Until then, here's a picture of the Chairman and I taken yesterday in the brilliant sunshine.  Do I look like 60 years old?  Please be kind...


  1. Oh my! Your kid's comments are hilarious!!

  2. I "caught up" on your blog this evening after about a month of not stopping by. Thanks for the uplifting thoughts - I needed them today.

  3. Of course you don't look 60! There's no such thing as a senior discount here, but women whose hair is graying just automatically dye they're hair. You obviously don't care about your personal appearance at all if you don't. However, if you have gray hair showing and get on public transportation, someone will give you their seat. Every time! It even works sie me already sometimes!

  4. I like anything in mushroom gravy.
    I've had senior discounts on occasion ever since I was 45. I think it is the gray hair. Gray hair=Old. I was a little taken aback that first time since the clerk thought my mother and I were sisters! I have never minded. I think it is funny.