You Two Crazy Kids

So here’s a story I haven’t told y’all.

Right after Christmas, when D. and I met New Marti for the first time, we could tell right away that Todd was completely smitten with her. When you’ve been friends with someone for more than fifteen years, you pick up on these things.

Our day with Todd and New Marti seemed to fly; and by the time we ate lunch, visited with Martha and Sissie and hung out at Mama and Daddy’s a little bit more, it was time to say good-bye. Todd and New Marti were going back to his parents’ house outside of Jackson, and we were heading back to Alabama.

Once D. and I were in the car alone (well, with Alex, of course), we immediately looked at each other and said, “She’s the one.”

And we weren’t two blocks from Mama and Daddy’s when I looked at D. and said, “Hey, has Todd told Marti that he loves her yet?”

D. replied that he had no idea.

“Well, I’m going to ask him,” I said.

So I called Todd’s cell phone – with the plan of asking him very quietly so that Marti wouldn’t overhear the question and get embarrassed. After all, I’d only known her for about four hours, and she might feel a little awkward what with me asking terribly personal questions and all.

For some reason Todd’s voicemail picked up, and I said, in my typically subtle fashion, “Hey. Have you told Marti that you love her yet? Because we can tell that you love her. And you should tell her. I’m just sayin’.”

Then I hung up my phone.

Well, about five minutes later D.’s phone rang, and Todd was on the other end laughing so hard that he couldn’t speak.

Apparently Todd was going through a no-service area when I called him, and shortly after I hung up my phone, he saw that he had a message. And he decided that he would play it. On speakerphone. With Marti in the car.

Thankfully, Todd did not kill me. In fact, the message served a bit of an icebreaker for a conversation whose time had come, and WHADDYA KNOW, Todd and Marti professed their love for each other on the way back to Jackson.

I’m like Cupid. Only not.

Well, long story long, about six weeks ago Todd called D. with the news that he had asked Marti’s parents for her hand in marriage (he may live in California, but he’s a good Southern boy at heart), they’d given their blessing, and he was planning to ask Marti to marry him sometime in June.

I couldn’t help but ask Todd if he needed me to leave any voicemails on his cell phone to speed up the process.

He gently declined my offer.

Todd and D. had lots of talks over the next couple of weeks, and right before we left for the land of the mouse, Todd sent us a picture of the engagement ring he had picked out, which was really kind of him since it made me COMPLETELY PARANOID about letting the secret slip when we were in California.

But I was so good, y’all. Total Sidney Bristow-type cool (except without the cool disguises, of course). Even when the word “ring” would come up in casual conversation (as in, “Did your phone ring?”) and I would feel the color completely drain from my face.

The plan was that Todd was going to give Marti the ring this past Tuesday night at the end of a very romantic dinner. When Tuesday night finally rolled around, D. and I were VERY nervous for him and kept waiting for him to call with the big news. At one point Marti left their table for a minute, and Todd did call D. – but instead of having big news, he had two very important questions:

“BETWEEN THE PINKY FINGER AND THE MIDDLE FINGER?”

“Yes,” D. answered.

“LEFT HAND?”

“Yes.”

“Okaybye.”

And about an hour later, two very happy people called to share their exciting news.

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So the next time D. and I head to California, it’s going to be for a wedding.

We can all say “AWWWWW” together.

Congealed Salad 101

Well my word. I had no idea the words “congealed salad” would cause such confusion.

Or, you know, the word “squash.”

So for the record, you use YELLOW SQUASH (some people call it “summer squash”) to make the Squash Supreme.

And a congealed salad is what some of you are calling “Jello salad.” This just happens to be one instance where Southerners are not brand-specific, which is odd now that I think about it because we are, after all, the people who refer to every single kind of carbonated beverage as “a Coke.”

Anyway, as penance for all the congealed salad confusion, I will now share with you my very favorite congealed salad recipe. I love it because if I’m going to eat some kind of sweet salad with my meal, it might as well do double-duty as dessert. And this recipe does just that.

Cranberry Orange Dream

Top Layer:

1 1/2 cups boiling water
1 package (8 serving size) raspberry Jello
1 package (8 serving size) cranberry Jello
1 can whole berry cranberry sauce
1 1/2 cups cold water
1 15 oz. can Dole mandarin oranges, drained

Middle Layer:

1 8 oz. package softened cream cheese
1/4 cup sugar
1 8 oz. tub thawed Cool Whip

Crust:

1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
1/4 cup sugar
1 stick melted butter

Stir boiling water into Jello mix in a large bowl until completely dissolved. Add cranberry sauce until melted. Stir in cold water. Refrigerate about 1 1/4 hours or until slightly thickened (consistency of unbeaten egg whites). Gently stir in mandarin oranges.

While Jello is setting, stir together all crust ingredients and press firmly onto the bottom of a 13×9 inch dish. Refrigerate until ready to fill.

Then, beat cream cheese and sugar in a large bowl until smooth (I use a mixer for this). Gently stir in Cool Whip.

Spread cream cheese mixture evenly over crust. Pour Jello mixture over cream cheese layer after you’ve added the oranges – before it’s fully set.

Refrigerate 3 hours or until firm. Garnish with additional whipped topping, if desired. Chopped pecans are great in the Jello mixture, too.

I do hope that’s helpful.

And, as always, it is my pleasure to serve the internet, one clogged artery (and / or sugar coma) at a time.

Thank you and have a lovely evening.

It’s Supreme All Right

We’re at Mama and Daddy’s house today for Father’s Day lunch, and Mama made a squash casserole that is SO STINKIN’ TASTY that I just had to share the recipe.

In addition to the delicious squash casserole, we had fried chicken, butterbeans, green beans, creamed potato casserole, congealed salad, green salad and rolls.

And then we exploded.

But it was totally worth it.

Squash Supreme

2 cups yellow squash, cooked in chicken broth, drained and mashed
2 beaten eggs
3/4 cup mayonnaise
1 cup grated sharp cheddar cheese
1 medium onion, chopped very fine
1/2 stick butter
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. black pepper
3 tablespoons Worcestershire
2 teaspoons hot sauce
1/2 cup crushed Ritz cracker crumbs

Combine all ingredients except cracker crumbs. Put in a buttered dish and top with cracker crumbs. Bake 25-30 minutes at 400.

Then go slap your mama. Because it’s that good.

Happy Father’s Day!

I’d Like Fries With That, Only I’m Trying Not To Eat Carbs

Last night Big Mama told me about this burger place in her town that serves tostada burgers. Apparently you take two tostadas, load ’em up with refried beans and cheese, put your hamburger patty in the middle of it all, and pure delicious goodness is the result.

Needless to say, I have not been able to stop thinking about this thing they call the tostada burger.

And how I would put a WHOLE sliced avocado on mine. Perhaps even a dollop of sour cream.

Then, to add insult to injury, this afternoon on Guy Fieri’s new Food Network show (repeating tomorrow at 4:30 central), he featured some of the best burger joints in the country. I was folding clothes while I watched, and I almost had to use a clean dishtowel to wipe the drool from my face. There was this one place that puts 1/3 pound of cheese on every burger, so when the cheese overflows onto the griddle it crisps up like a potato chip.

I may have grown up in the Methodist church, y’all, but when I saw that cheddar cheese hit that hot griddle, I almost lifted my hands in praise right there in the guest bedroom.

Anyhoo, it’s pretty much a given that we’ll now have to have some form of burger for supper tonight – because if we don’t, I will dream about them and wake up at 3 in the morning and fire up the grill just like all the other perfectly normal people who obsess about something until it takes over their lives and renders them incapable of sleep.

So in the spirit of fueling my obsession, tell me this, internets: what’s your favorite burger?

Is it one you make – or one you buy?

I always say that my favorite burger is the last one that D. cooked for me on our grill, but now I’m thinking that tostada burger over in Big Mama’s neck of the woods might just change my mind.

I’d Love To Have A Title, But The Only Word That Comes To Mind Is “Baseball”

My Bulldogs play North Carolina at 6:00 tonight in the College World Series, and while I’d like to pretend all is normal at our house right now, I cannot.

Short version: I’m a nervous wreck and worried about a let-down after last week’s games and blah blah I need to get a life blah blah.

Blah.

Alex and I have been humming the fight song all day long (we don’t sing the lyrics as they are somewhat inappropriate for a four year old), and I can’t even imagine how much our fellow Walmart patrons appreciated it when Alex screamed “GO STATE!” in the check-out line earlier this afternoon.

However, in my defense, since we live smack-dab in the middle of Alabama / Auburn country, I feel a certain sense of urgency about communicating our MSU heritage to Alex. I mean, if he hasn’t chosen the narrow Bulldog way by the time he hits kindergarten, he’s likely to get swayed by chants of “Roll Tide” and “War Eagle.”

And that will just never do.

So, as we approach our first game in the College World Series, I will now bore you with some random information as a somewhat pitiful attempt to channel my nervous energy and make the time go faster.

[NO. LIFE. AT. ALL.]

1. Last night we watched this season’s first episode of “Top Chef.” It seems like the talent level is much higher than last year’s, and I think my early favorite is Tre. He has a quiet confidence – and I love me some quiet confidence.

Also, if someone told me I had to make a meal using snake and eel? I’d just throw that meat in a deep fryer and call it a day. I’m blown away by the creativity of the chefs – especially under such tight time constraints.

2. The credits just came on for the CWS. And they made me teary-eyed. Would anyone care for some of my HORMONES? I’d be delighted to share.

3. I am fascinated by the iPhone. Have y’all seen the commercials?

4. Yesterday Alex had a friend over to play, and their four year-old conversations were CRACKING ME UP. At one point Alex’s buddy C. mentioned that he’d had some horrible dreams about a sharp-toothed green monster, and the whole story was punctuated by Alex interrupting to say, “OH, C.! BLESS YOUR HEART!”

Not that I have ANY idea where he’s heard that expression, of course.

(By the way, in about seven years Alex is going to read that anecdote and turn beet red from embarrassment. Then he will roll his eyes. And reward me with stony silence.)

Also, A. also responded to several of C.’s comments by saying, “That’s a swell idea,” and I got a little tickled because I was unaware that we were living in 1958.

5. Baseball is on. I’m going to have to clean now. I’m sure you understand.

When You Don’t Know How To Turn On The Email, Dictation Works Just As Well

This just in:

S.,

Mother asked me to write and tell you she is very proud of the cake you baked, especially because you used butter instead of margarine, pure vanilla rather than imitation and regular flour rather than cake mix.

I love coconut cake. Yours looked very tasty.

Daddy

SUBTLE GIFT HINTS for Father’s Day, anyone?

Also, the subject line of the email was “BooMama Blog.”

Which tickled me to no end.

Because, you know, if they hadn’t specified “BooMama Blog,” I might have been confused about where exactly they had read about my recent cakebaking adventures.