We will be hosting a couple exchange students from Australia for two weeks in January. They are on a whirlwind tour to see what the life of American High School students is like.
I've been putting together a menu of what would be considered "traditional" American meals, and I suspect that they are not going to find it much different from what they have on a regular basis. I do plan on trying to find some meals that are what I think to be strictly American. I thought Gumbo and Jambayala would be a couple good things to start with. Hubby suggested something Mexican, hinting strongly towards Burritos (although that may be because that is one of his favorite meals). #3 has suggested Frosted Flakes for breakfast every morning, but I think that may be a similar request to the Burrito one from Hubby. I'm leaning towards a traditional turkey meal for those reasons myself.
With that in mind, I thought I'd put the word out to the North American DD community for some of your favorite meals. Either leave them here in comments, or e-mail them to me.
You may now return to your regularly scheduled DD readings...
I've been working on a Christmas gift for a family member for what seems like FOREVER, and I had to finally admit today that there is no way it is going to get done before Christmas.
It is a blanket I'm crocheting, and between the kids, the dogs, the phone and Hubby, it takes me anywhere from one to three hours just to do one freaking row. It is going to be beautiful when it is done, but I've gotten to the point that when I sit down to try and work on it and I get any interruption, I become something of a bitch to the person or animal doing the interrupting. I have found that if I work on it at night after everyone goes to bed, I have fewer interruptions as there is only Indigo and Shelby to do the interrupting. It still makes me bitchy though.
I had hoped for a VERY relaxing day today, working on that project and maybe doing some baking if I felt the urge, but then Hubby convinced me to make a quick run to the store with him to look for a last minute gift.
Three hours later we got back home.
I need to remember to make a more aggressive attempt to stay away from the teenage spawning grounds... I mean the mall at this time of year.
As a result of all this today, and the pup once again having been a hyper twit for the last hour when I want to go to bed, I'm grumpy. I would even say grouchy. I would not deny any label of bitch at this point either.
I wonder if a shot of Jack in her bowl would do the trick?