may have to wait a few days

Well, our plans didn't pan out exactly. My grown-up kids went over to my sister's house for some kind of Christmas get together, and they didn't return until around 11:00. Um...too late for Schindler. We'll see how things go this weekend.

Sarah had a work engagement, so Ryan stayed for dinner. That was nice. We made some Chicken Marsala as a team. Me = pounding / cooking the chicken and Dixie = spaghetti and crafting the (delicious) sauce for the marsala. It was kind of like an impromptu thing, which made it much more fun.

Also, I experimented with garlic cheese biscuits, once again drawing the usual criticism from my children that I had become "obsessed." That means that I have done an activity more than once in perhaps a month. So they say, "Dad, you're obsessed with biscuits now." Whatever. The biscuits I have been making of late (and yes, I am trying to perfect them) use buttermilk and self-rising flour. I keep self-rising flour on hand, but not buttermilk. But I bought some buttermilk to make a pie, so I have a carton in the fridge. My thought is that before the buttermilk I have goes bad, I should try to use it. I'm just trying to be a good steward. And if that makes me obsessed, then that is a good kind of obsession - using the resources all the way. Also, not one person complains when they are stuffing their yapping little faces full of glorious biscuit.

Next time, I shall use more garlic and more cheese. Still, they were good.

I've told you nothing in this post save the unimpressive details of what turned into a very pleasant evening. Schindler can wait a few days. I'll be ready for the experience.

Today, we should probably buy a couple of things.

Have a good one, yall.