Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Bad Girls

Ever get booted out of something? I read on one of my favorite blogs last night that one of my favorite blog friends was suspended from Facebook for writing too much. Now that sounds silly to me but then there are a lot of things about Facebook that seem silly to me. I thought that maybe I'll try to get booted out too. It's kinda fun to get booted out of something, I seem to remember.

Well the only thing I was ever booted out of was the Little Theater back when I was in high school. I was a tad of a rebel back then. Rebellion and sports was the only two things I excelled in back then. They were both very compatable with ADHD. I don't think Ritalin was available back then or maybe it just wasn't heard of in my neck of the woods.

My mom, being raised up north, thought she would try to get a little culture into my twin sister and me. She got us involved in a play, West Side Story. I tried out and got the part of one of the singer/dancers. I was a Shark girl. As white as I am I'm not sure how I got the part of a Shark but maybe it was because I could dance. I certainly can't sing even though I do have an ear for music, and enough of an ear to know I can't sing. I just pretended to sing.

Well after the last show was over I got booted out of the Little Theater because I got drunk. There were these girls that befriended me who went to Catholic girl's school. If anyone knew how to misbehave it was the girls from Catholic girls school. They taught me to both drink and smoke. The smoking stuck but the drinking didn't, I'm sorry to say. The reason I'm sorry is because it is hell to live down here in Louisiana and not drink. Everyone down here in Louisiana drinks and do you realize how hard it is to have to listen to everyone slur their words and repeat themselves a dozen times and be the only one in the group who recognizes it? I did try to pick up the habit all through college but after about three drinks, I was in the bathroom selling buicks. That got old real quick.

Well they caught us all drunk after our last performance and we were asked never to return to the Little Theater. Sorry mom, no culture here. I'm really surprised I survived the experience now. We were up on a water tower with a half a bottle of vodka in us, doing flips on the water tank. I shutter to think of it today. Now, no matter what I'm doing, I'm always looking for a soft place to land. Just thinking about the crazy things I did as a kid can break one of my ribs now.


Anonymous said...

So you were a rebel as a kid. But not now (at least you seem to do things the traditional way). I followed rules well when I was a kid, but once I was an adult, I became a rebel. Just the opposite of you. I don't think I settled down, until the last few years. But even now, I have my rebellious spells.

Anonymous said...

I forgot to mention it, but nice post Carol.

One of these times, when you do a recipe, I hope it's that smothered roast you make sometimes. My mouth is watering, just thinking about it.

Carol said...

Chloe, cooking can be lots of fun, especially when you get to the big finale, the eating part. Also you fill the house with wonderful aromas that can last for days.

Smothered roast. Get a nice chuck roast, great flavor and tender. Put a little olive oil in your pot. Season the roast and slap it in the pot. Brown it good on both sides. Cut up an onion. You can do that ahead of time and keep the cut up onion in the freezer. Cover the roast with cut up onion and garlic. Cover with some water, put the lid on, bring it to a boil, turn it down to simmer and just wait and drool. Check occasionally to make sure the water doesn't all cook out. When meat falls a part, it is done.

To make a gravy. Take the meat out. Make a paste with water and flour. Add slowly to the meat juice and stir. It will thicken. You may have to add a little more water to get the right consistancy. Not too much.

Make yourself some mashed potatoes or rice to rest under your gravy. Throw in a good veggie and you are ready to chow down.

Let your hubby do the dishes while he tells you how much he loves you.

Anonymous said...

Thanks Carol!
And great advice, about the dishes.

I used to cook all the time, when I was raising a family, and I'm sure I'll get back into it. I still cook once in a while, and we always enjoy it. The best part is the left overs

Carol said...

The left over roast makes a great stew. I like the stew better than the roast. Dice up the meat, some carrots, some potatoes, throw in the gravy, a tsp or two of worchestershire sauce and a little seasoning. Simmer until the veggies are tender. Slap yo momma good.

Anonymous said...

Carol, I often use a pressure cooker. I haven't made gravy in a while, but I know how, and did so often in the past. I have to stop thinking about that roast, or I won't sleep tonight. I'll make it this weekend, which is when we have our big meals.

If we keep talking about food on this blog, you and I are going to gain some serious weight.

See you tomorrow.

Anonymous said...

Your blog timers off Carol.