Friday, August 29, 2014

Hello from Homer

Homer is pleased to report that he is doing very well. 



Life is good. 


The belly is full and he's regained all the weight he lost. 


Perhaps too much weight!  He might have to start counting kibbles soon, or at least restrict the unlimited supply. 

Huh?  Wha?  He doesn't think much of that suggestion. 




Thursday, August 28, 2014

Road Trip: The Mighty Mississippi

"Tonights menu is chicken alfredo with peas. Chocolate cheese cake slices we got at a market today.  It's hot and humid as hell here. There are tons of bugs flying around the lantern. Francine should be here to protect us." Ernest must be wearing his windbreaker for bug protection. They didn't take any insect repellant.  Francine loves bugs! She gets so excited when she finds one flying in the house. 


"This one bumped into Ernest and scared him." Francine would love this one.


Making up for the lack of communication the day before, I got the following text at 1:10 AM.  "Big storm just went through. Tent is not very waterproof. My orbs and sleeping bag are soaked. Nice!" His orbs? Is that a new word for the family jewels?

No, it's just an autocorrect for clothes. "My sleeping bag and pillow soaked up a ton of water. Here's the bag draining." 


"Potato, salami, egg burritos this morning." All that salami is giving me mental heartburn.

"And later, crossing 'old miss."




Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Road Trip: The Silence

I started to worry a bit when Handy didn't check in with me the second night. But I figured they got to the campsite late. Then I did get a text from Ernest confirming that. Nothing the next morning. Handy didn't respond to my cute cat picture messages, either!  Well, that bothered me. So I called and his phone was not answering. I broke down and called Ernest. Funny thing his phone was working just fine!  Handy said he hadn't had any signal throughout South Dakota but Ernest didn't have a problem. Android vs apple?  Then Ernest got the bright idea to restart Handy's phone and then it worked just fine. So I got one picture.


Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Road Trip: Breakfast and Bigfoot

The autocorrect fails are pretty funny.  Handy is not the greatest typist to begin with, plus he needs reading glasses which I'm sure he isn't wearing when he texts.

"I'm staring at a loooooong straight away at the moment. Ernest is the Puppet" The PUPPET? Ernest is no one's puppet.  Pilot, on the other hand...

"Salami, onion egg and cheese burritos. Apple and cookies for desert."  I think they passed the desert already.



"We saw Bigfoot."

I immediately texted back with "I saw a yeti."

Tomorrow, a mystery.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Road Trip: Eastward Ho

Handy has sent me a few pictures along with his usually clever texts. 

"Solar Farm outside of Nevada." OK, that's not very clever.  But he gets better.

"We made it. Sand lot campground. An appropriate name." What is Ernest doing, an interpretive dance?

"Chicken rice and veggies. Maybe a few crane flies as well. They're everywhere." Ernest has his headlight on.

That looks like a lot of food but those are really small plates.


See you in the morning. Stay tuned. 

Monday, August 18, 2014

Just Call Me Heloise

I hate the word "hacks."  20 hacks every cook needs to know, etc.

In the old days, they used to be "helpful hints" and Heloise was the queen.


This hint has been working well for me recently:  Rinse strawberries and cherries in water mixed with a little cider vinegar. It really keeps them from getting moldy.

What's your favorite helpful hint?  

Saturday, August 16, 2014

The Road Trip: The Notebook

Sorry there is no Ryan Gosling in this post. Yet. Wait for it.  

eDevices are wonderful little things but sometimes...

Ernest's google maps failed him in Wyoming but apparently there was still cell service as he called his girlfriend to navigate for him.  Only he didn't have the physical address of where he was going so he texted me for that.  It was a small town, I think he could have found it in an old fashioned way. 

And then there was that time last summer on the Boston T where I couldn't access my Facebook message from Janet and I exited on the wrong side of the subway and we had a funny text exchange until we finally waved at each other across the street. 

So I thought I'd print out a few things.  Then it became an obsession.  "We're going to need a bigger boat notebook." 

Here's the notebook.




And here's the Gosling.  Make way for Goslings!   




And some Gosling cake.