Confession- I did diddly squat in the snowball challenge this week except cut those 2 inch squares ( I think I should get extra points since I cut about 260 of the little blighters)
My plan was to come home tonight and sew up 5 snowballs really quickly so I had something to show but my real life intruded so I'm confessing instead. If that's the worst confession I ever have to make then I should probably be sainted but since it's taken Mother Mary McKillop about 100 years to get there I don't think sainthood is very likely for lil ole me. Oh and there's the small matter of not having performed a recognised miracle as well. There is always next week. For the snowballs. Not for performing a miracle. Although if I pull off sanding that blackwood chair ....
My PO box is honestly the most magical place on earth. Practically every time I open it awesomely stupendous things appear. Fabric, shutters (that was hard to squish in there Mr. Postman but you still managed to deliver it unbroken) , notions and food from far off lands.I had no idea going to my post office box could be so darned fun. Today's mail was no exception. The delightful Marg of Sunshine ?Paradise ? got fed up with me whinging about how cold it is here in the South (while she basks in the suns rays all year round and tells me about it constantly) and sent me this piece of hand made gorgeousness.
A hot water bottle and hand crocheted cover to keep my tootsies warm . How super freaking talented is she ? And yes indeedy those are my actual tootsies on my actual ottoman in my actual computer room. And there is actual hot water in that hot water bottle. Oh hot water bottle - how I love you so. She also sent me something else that I'll showcase when the new kitchen is finally done. Thank you Marg :)
Beck over at Sarcastic Quilter is on a quilting hiatus (head on over to her blog to find out why ) so she has decided to organise a weekly Mystery Meal Game so she doesn't go completely crazy while she is quilt-less for the duration. You can play along too. C'mon - it'll be fun.
I like to torture food in cruel and unusual ways. Unfortunately I inadvertently went too far tonight and the cheesy broccoli potatoes could not be revived.
Cheesy Broccoli soup anyone?
And my burgers did kind of explode. I don't know how I made exploding burgers - there was no gunpowder in the recipe but on the positive side I did get to drink some Southern Comfort while cooking because drinking is part of the recipe people, it's in Becks post , and I couldn't do wine because all my wine glasses are packed away. And a girl can't be classy and drink wine out of a jam glass.
My burgers are not as "well done" as they appear , but that is indeed burger guts. Despite it all - these burgers were honestly the best burgers I have ever tasted. Really. I kid you not. Just call me Burger murderer. I double dare you to join us for next weeks recipe.
And everytime I mention snowballs I want some of those chocolate marshmallow snowballs covered in coconut, so you know what I'm caving in and getting some tomorrow. Why can't someone name a quilt block after lettuce or tofu or something healthy?