Saturday, February 28, 2009
We had our first N' Awlins King Cake Party and Mardi Gras with the Cliffords!
Anna Jane and I spent the afternoon with Carol making King Cakes. You can see that the process was a lot of fun: rolling out dough, spreading cinnamon, butter and sugar, rolling the dough, braiding it and then making into the shape of a crown. After the baking process, we decorated with icing and colored sugar--and the "Good Luck" baby was hidden inside for some lucky person!!
We went to Ed and Carol's house for dinner. We all wore some kind of costume or mask. Anna Jane wore one of her many princess gowns! After dinner, Carol went to the balcony and our "parade" started. We stood at the bottom, yelling up to her to "Throw more beads!!!" (and YES, this was a PG event--there was no shirt lifting to get beads!)
We then had dessert--the King Cake! Yummy! Anna Jane found the baby hidden in her piece...wonder how that happened??? Wasn't that lucky??
Ed and Carol are from New Orleans and have enlightened us as to the customs of their former home. I've got her great recipe for Red Beans and Rice...let me know if you want it! They are such great neighbors and friends. They went to a lot of effort to make our first experience with Mardi Gras such a memorable one! It was awesome!
Monday, February 9, 2009
When did my feet get so darn big? I was fine when I wore a 9-then it seemed that I eased into a 10--now, an unladylike number like ELEVEN!! What is the deal? My feet grew (flattened out, widened, whatever!) when I was pregnant with Anna Jane--and they stayed that way! I really am mortified. Size 11 sandals are just not cute. I gain no solace in the fact that Paris Hilton also wears a size 11 shoe.
I guess that since I only gained 8 1/2 pounds while pregnant--and had a 10 pound 9 ounce baby--I had to have some kind of punishment. I was going to post a picture of my huge feet, but I cannot bring myself to doing it. I think that the pedicure lady is going to start charging me extra!
Which brings to mind a quote from Truvy in Steel Magnolias that goes like this, "In a good shoe I wear a size 6, but a 7 feels so good, I buy a size 8."
My wise brother, however, had this to say about the matter, "Who really gives a shit, Nancy. Your nose and your feet keep growing. Ever see an old person with a small nose. Nah, they are usually bulbous with big pores. Be glad that it's only your feet at this point."
That doesn't make me feel better, either. At least, they get me from point A to point B, right?