Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: January 2014

  • Whipped Cream

    Thursday, Gary came back from his Dad’s birthday with some of Mr. Wonderful’s Pumpkin Crockpot Cake. It called for whipped cream. In this house, the whipped cream is the aerosol kind and is not applied to the cake but directly into the mouth of the partaker. Bite of cake, curl of whipped cream on the…

  • To the Max

    Moon to the Max – tonight marks another visit from the Supermoon, bringer of wacky dreams. Since the moon is new it will be an invisible Supermoon. Will that make it more powerful? Will it bring the same strange dreams as last time? I now have the menopause dreams to punch up with the Supermoon…

  • It Has Escalated

    Last night Gary made a chicken pot pie. He started with a recipe but then tossed in some water chestnuts for texture, and of course it was inspired. He added sun dried tomatoes to the pot roast and those are the best bits, of course. I have no idea how he knows what to add.…

  • Fondrama

    The fondant icing for the cake spawned a weekend’s worth of drama. From the minute he heard I was hoping to make the fondant he discouraged it. Here’s a little snippet of the soundtrack of my weekend. “You are setting yourself up to fail. Why are you trying to do this? Do you even know…

  • Fondant

    Last week I toyed with the idea of making Joy’s cake a fondant cake, but I didn’t know how. That was last week.

  • Updated: Dirty Jobs. Dirty.

    Gary hasn’t just been sitting around since he’s been retired. He’s self-employed. He works every day at his new job, where he works with his hands. Well, hand. He puts in hours of work every day at his hand job. Research, too. Not just getting his hands dirty. I have a side job similar to…

  • Greetings from the Trash Company

    It’s a routine now. I come home Thursday night, the trash isn’t picked up, I call in and hear the recording with the excuse du … semaine. Once there was a snow day, once two guys got sick, once one guy got sick but didn’t tell anyone where he parked the truck. It’s okay. The…

  • Look What the Polar Vortex Blew In

    I’ve never been inclined to attend Mardi Gras, but while we were in NOLA last month I softened my views on public urination and drunkenness. Of course, we won’t go back so soon to New Orleans for this coming Mardi Gras, but we thought might want to see what the Saint Louis Mardi Gras looks…

  • Weellll … Okay. I guess.

  • See you in an hour

    Well, an hour and five to ten minutes.