For walking around DC.
I know, the dichotomy is extreme.
4 oz. of light rum, silver tequila or Kahlua
1 cup whole milk
1 cup half-and-half
6 tsp. of sugar
1 oz. semisweet chocolate chopped into small pieces
1 oz. unsweetened chocolate chopped into small pieces
1 Tbs. brown sugar
1 tsp. vanilla extract
2 cinnamon sticks
Prepare this the morning of the event, storing and then serving it out of an insulated container at the tailgate site.
The morning before leaving for the event:
Mix milk, half-and-half, sugar, finely chopped chocolate and brown sugar all together in a small saucepan over medium heat. Do not bring to a boil, but allow chocolate and sugar to melt and dissolve until they get hot. Reduce heat. Place half of this mixture into a blender and mix to a frothy consistency. Pour this back into your pan and stir in the vanilla extract.
8-10 oz. spiced rum
8 cups apple cider
Juice of one large orange
Juice of one large lemon
3 tbs. brown sugar
4 whole cloves
4 whole allspice berries
3 cinnamon sticks
3 star anise pods
6 oz. apple cider (heated)
2 oz. Tuaca liqueur
Pinch cinnamon and nutmeg
1 cinnamon stick
In a glass coffee mug or heat-resistant goblet, combine your heated cider and Tuaca. Top with whipped cream. Sprinkle with cinnamon and nutmeg. Add cinnamon stick.
Combine hot sauce, and Cajun spice, pepper and garlic powder. Mix well and cover wings. Cover and let sit in the refrigerator for 24 hours.
Heat oil in a deep fryer or deep sided pot to 350 degrees.
Remove wings from marinade and drain off excess moisture. Add wings carefully and in batches to hot oil, it splatters. Cook until crispy about 10 minutes. Serve with dipping sauces.
8 tablespoons softened butter
8 tablespoons hot sauce
Combine butter and hot sauce. Whisk until blended.
It is not that old to be sepia tone but it was taken in the late 70's.
I am the one who looks like the Cheshire Cat on the left.
Funny, I don't remember her being there.
I remember my date. Bill.
I was totally enthralled with him. He was the most gorgeous boy I had ever dated and I couldn't believe he was with me. Bill and I had an off and on I-don't-know-what-you'd-call-it thing going on for my sophomore year while I lived in the university owned apartments.
We were stairwell mates.
His hair was much longer than my boy friend who worked at Disneyland where there was a strict policy of no facial hair and the haircut had to be above the ears. Bill walked around his apartment without his shirt and wore a silver watch directly on his wrist. He smelled like Irish Spring. He blasted Boston from the moment his classes ended on Friday afternoon until Sunday. During the weekend his companions were cans of Coors and anyone who dropped by but by Sunday evening everything was quiet with him leaning over his books at the kitchen table with his Texas Instruments calculator keeping him company.
I didn't know what to do with him.
I was Ivory soap and disco.
I had never seen my dad or brother without a shirt not tucked in. They went to a barber whether they needed to or not. Bill confused me at nineteen. I don't think he knew what to do with me either but sometimes I had an idea.
At the end of the year I had decided my apartment life had run its course and I wanted to live in the sorority house if I was going to make deeper friendships and embrace the Greek experience. Lady Kate and I became room mates and life long sisters. This picture was taken the spring of that year about the time when Bill's room mate, Don, told me I could have had Bill if I had slept with him. I opted for one last fun party and the memory of him telling me I was a good dancer.
Bill is married with 3 kids, lives in Australia and is a CEO of a huge company.
I am still a good dancer.
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I am also making sure Mr. P. M. does not turn into Terry Bradshaw in Failure To Launch. He has threatened turning son2's room into 'the naked room' since there is an aquarium in it.
We are dismantling it
"Shake Your Booty" ~ KC and the Sunshine Band (I apologize)