Sunday, July 22, 2007

July Weekend

We've had a nice weekend for July. Yesterday morning we did our chores, laundry and cleaning and such, then went to Tom and Betty's for a pool party. Ella came along for a while and she liked the water until she fell into it and got her clothes wet. Tom cooked butterflied chicken on the grill and I make pork and sweet potato kabobs. Betty made a delicious appetizer with artichoke hearts. I think this is similar:

Artichoke Appetizers
  • 2 (6 oz) jars marinated artichoke hearts
  • 1 small onion, chopped
  • 1 clove garlic, minced
  • 4 eggs, well beaten
  • 2 cups grated sharp cheddar cheese
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1/8 tsp oregano
  • 1/8 tsp red pepper
  • 1/8 tsp hot sauce
  • grated Parmesan cheese

    Drain artichokes, reserving the oil from one jar. Chop artichokes finely. Saute onion until clear in the reserved oil; remove from heat and add garlic, artichokes, eggs and cheddar. Season with salt, oregano, red pepper and hot pepper sauce. Mix well. Pour mixture into a lightly greased 7 x 11 baking dish. Sprinkle with Parmesan. Bake in a preheated 325 F. oven for 20-30 minutes. Cut into squares and serve warm. Makes 16-20 appetizers.

Today, even though it's hotter than blazes, we went out and cut the front yard...the long stuff anyway. I have the sprinkler on under the birch tree for the birds and to give the tree a drink. It's supposed to be hot all week.

Both of my kids are moving next week. Peter into a house on Warren Street in Mankato and Tiffany back home for a while. At least I think that's the plan. Just what I want to do on a hot weekend is drag my sorry butt to Minneapolis and move boxes down three flights of stairs. Why can't they marry dentists or chiropracters and live in fancy houses with air conditioning and pools? Is that too much to ask?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

If I'd read your blog on a daily basis, I wouldn't have to ask you so many questions about Tiffany and Peter moving. Maybe you could just make a rule that they can only live on the first floor of any house or apartment building they want to move into. At least until they marry into old money.
--Jill