I feel like a better, fatter Texan now

Cream gravy. That is all.

Homesick Texan is about 75% of the reason I never wear pants with buttons anymore.

Okay, it's not all. (Just most.) There is also the matter of my new meat tenderizer, heir to this house's smashy throne.

A brash young upstart, but he just might have what it takes.

So watch your back, rolling pin! You're only as good as your last session of pounding the hell out of something.

Why hadn't I ever made chicken fried steak before last night? Because I "cared" about my "health"? That's what the green beans are for.

Okay, the green beans are actually just covering up a pile of cookie balls.

It was a salty fatty plate of delicious, as you can see. Don't worry, I had a light beer with it. And I'm wearing a sports bra today, so that's probably burning some calories.

Like all toddlers, Anna does a lot of awesome things. Cauliflower war paint, for example.

She probably got tired of hearing me rave about how super-fun facials are.

She also does a lot of not awesome things like being inexplicably awake from 2:30 to 4:45 am and causing her sleepy mother to fill a blog post with links to occasions when she was not too lazy to make actual jokes.

So not awesome, dude.


  1. I am so sorry about the cookie balls - but you told me that Dan was going to take them to work. Never for a moment did I suspect sinister lurking around the green beans. But now that you have made me hungry for chicken fried steak and gravy - lots of gravy - I might quit feeling quite so bad about the cookie ball debacle. I am sorry you are tired, but in Anna's defense, I'm pretty sure cauliflower is great for the skin. Or maybe the eyes.

  2. It's okay, I've gotten a lot of mileage out of those bad boys.