Mission: Successful!
Everyone should be excited to hear that I have returned safely from Nashville with the cooler. I think my father was slightly hurt when he figured out I was not really home for a visit, but a glorified beer run. I'm not sure how he caught on, but it may have been my jumping up and down with glee in response to seeing my long lost friend (the beer cooler, of course) and my eagerness to wash it out and get it ready for the trip. He commented that I am not usually so quick to wash anything else in that house...oh well, so my priorities are different from most.
I also came back with a malted milk ball cake. It is delicious and from a local diner that my father and brother frequent. The lady who owns it knows that it is my favorite kind of cake and she gave me a whole one when I was in there yesterday. I think she is trying to make sure I won't be able to fit through the door next time I am in town. Who cares? It is a magnificent cake. Speaking of desserts I finally tried something I have been curious about for years: fried twinkies. I was strangely intrigued by this confection and it was delicious. Good thing I only know of one place to get it.
That's all for now. BTW, I wonder if I should try out the beer cooler and see if it still works properly? I would hate to take a faulty beverage container to the beach. Better safe than sorry.
7 comments:
I think any trying out of the beer cooler should take place at my house or, at least, in my presence, seeing as how it is mine. Feel free to stop by the cooler full of beer this evening. I'll throw a Carden-esque packing party in your honor.
too generous, my friend, too generous.
yes. as you are well aware, family and friends often describe me as selfless.
I wish I was there! We are watching the news... oooh, thrilling. We are thinking about doing laundry- if it gets anymore exciting, I don't know what I will do.
So, was it working well?
I bet you could figure out how to fry Twinkies at home!
I don't know about frying twinkies at home. It was like frying them made them gourmet. They were so delicious. So wrong, but so good. Kind of brings up the phrase: if loving you is wrong I don't want to be right...
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