Plateful of Thankful

Necessity is indeed the mother of invention. I have no real food in the house because I refuse to go grocery shopping when I'm going to be away all weekend. I'm not going to let milk and bread get three days closer to sour and stale while I'm gone. We don't waste when we're on a budget. I wasn't feeling anything in my go-to frozen dinner arsenal. And the weather turned on me today by getting in the high 70s, so I'm boycotting my cans of soup until my cool air returns.

But that's all OK. Because that led me to these bad boys.



It all started with the idea of pancakes. I have Bisquick, the wunderkind of all flour based products, and it must be put to use. But. My sugar-free syrup blows; I don't have a griddle, and pancakes out of a wok just aren't as good. Then I remembered I had canned pumpkin left over from my delicious gnocchi dinner from a while ago and dum da da dummmm. Pumpkin pancakes. And I decided to make it an even lazier process by making them in my Xpress 101. So they turned out more like pumpkin cakes...delicious pumpkin cakes. And I made them even delicious-er by the addition of Nutella. Num.

So, my friends, in one fell swoop we've hit 8 wonderful things I give much danke.

*Pumpkin-cinnamon-nutmeg flavored anything
*Bisquick
*Xpress 101
*Nutella
*Powdered Sugar

*Faux baked goods
*No-dishes-to-do paper plates
*Breakfast for dinner

Until next time, don't forget your thank you's, danke's, gracias's and your merci's. It's a good world, kiddos. A good pumpkin-flavored, cinnamon-scented world.

Gracias to Glee

What am I thankful for today, you ask?

It's a little something called Darren Criss singing the crap out of Teenage Dream.

No, I haven't pretty much watched this on loop since around 8:23 last night. Nope, not at all.

Oh, and I'm possibly even more thankful for this delightfully dreamily adorable interchange. Ah Kurt, how my inner teenage gay boy loves thee. (You too, Darren Criss.)

Swoon.

A Weekend Chock Full of Danke

Did you think I'd forgotten about prepping for our favorite glutenous holiday of the year by remembering all the things besides the upcoming gluttony that I'm thankful for? Ah, I think not. I've just been too busy being really thankful, to write about being thankful. Anywhoo, let's get to it, shall we?

*Two Sister Weekends (and an upcoming third, but that'll be another post) in a row. This one in particular because I didn't even have to drive to get to her.

*The best chicken tikka masala in the world alongside caramel sundaes with homemade brownies (ok, so I'm still thankful for gluttony leading up to the gluttony. Sue me.)

*The arrival of my new slouchy boots, and the return of tights to my wardrobe.

*I am not thankful for my heat not working. But I am thankful for my crazy low power bill and the right to snuggle in flannel and sleep sweaters.

*Dawson's Creek, Season 2

*A sister that loves musicals as much as I do. Even four hour productions of Fiddler on the Roof.

*Speaking of Fiddler...I give danke for the skat version of If I Were a Rich Man as performed by me and Sister. If I were a rich man, scoo ba dee bop bop scoo dee da waa waa...

*I am also not thankful for the new outlet mall in Leeds which brought out the worst in the Sisters. And made us angry Sisters. But I am thankful an adorable pup named Roxie and Surin sushi in panang curry sauce, as well as our immense Sister lub, lahv and lurv to help us get over it. *hugs*

Until next time, danke, universe!

Happy Birthday!

My little blog is one year old today. It's kind of hard to believe that I've been peddling snark for a whole year now...And it's even stranger to think how much (and how little) my life has changed over the past year.

A year ago I was unemployed, living at home in Troy and making pumpkin pancakes. I had a Farmville. I was tearing through the Sookie Stackhouse books and watching True Blood bootleg online because my family doesn't believe in paying extra for movie channels. And because our house lacked DVR as well, I watched live TV. And used a VCR. I stayed up til 3 and slept til noon. I wore a lot of sweat pants. I visited Sister as often as possible.

Fast forward a year and I've made the move to Birmingham. I have a real job. In a field that I went to school for. I have health insurance. I've been to the doctor when I've had nothing wrong with me. I have a dentist. And a scheduled 6 month cleaning. I have an apartment chock full of furniture that's never belonged to anyone else. I still wear a lot of sweat pants and schlep to Atlanta to see Sister as often as possible. However, I do take my Sookie in audio book form now and am in bed well in the P.M. hours of the night. I don't know why the hell I'm not making pumpkin pancakes right now.

Geez, the amount of adulthood you can achieve in a year. Cray cray. Although, apparently I'm not that adult yet because I say stuff like "cray cray."

On a separate note, my life as it is has become The Office. I was roped into the Party Planning Committee (not to be confused with the Committee to Plan Parties) for the annual ECA Halloween shindig. I, Joan Holloway, along with Helga the Beer Maid, Wilma Flintstone and ol' standby witch decked out the conference room in streamers, spider webs and skeletons. I played the part of All Hallows Eve DJ. And decorated cupcakes. I felt like Pam, Darryl and Angela all rolled into one.

My baked good contribution actually turned out pretty adorable. Not as adorable as the ones in Woman's Day that I stole them from...but kind of precious none the less.










Now that I've primed your palates with buttercream...Here comes the question of the afternoon: Does my little blog deserve a cake for surviving its first year? Hrm? I vote yes. This is the only election that really matters people. Do your civic duty. Tell me yes, I should celebrate this momentous occasion with cake. It's all in your hands, folks.

A Time to Give Danke

Well kids, can we believe it's November 2nd? Halloween has passed, and hopefully everyone took advantage and dressed to show off their creativity, witticism or boobs. It's what the holiday is all about. For those who didn't take advantage and made poor choices, National Untagging Day has also flown right by. And despite what the department stores and Wal-Marts are telling you, Christmas isn't the next major holiday. Lest us forget Thanksgiving: the one day of the year dedicated solely to love and gluttony. (Except for a single girl's Valentine's Day. Don't tell me you've never bought a giant box of chocolates "for your mom.")

So over here at Biddy Corner, I want to take some time whenever the mood strikes to say a big danke to some of the things I'm most grateful for in my life/biddyhood.

Today I am grateful for (the first time in a long time) a full week of no highs over 70 degrees. Fall has arrived, and if she knows what's good for her, she'll stick around for a while. I'm not rearranging the closet yet, because let's face it: If I do it now, I'm destined to be jinxed and spend Christmas in shorts.

You know what this is? If you guessed glorious, you are correct.