Thursday, July 29, 2010


My brother requests one meal over and over and over again from me. And if he wasn't such a skinny kid I might have less trouble denying him his favorite. But I like to think he could use the butter and cream on his frame, just a bit.

For a long time I thought fettuccine alfredo had to be difficult. And I suppose if you're trying to replicate some knock off Italian chain restaurant it could be. But I quickly learned: authentic alfredo is simple. You don't need garlic. You don't need lots of fancy cheeses. Or even cream cheese, like a certain recipe I tried to make work for years (it was gross.)

You start with a decent fettuccine, or other pasta noodle of your choice.

alfredo 013

Get a pot of water good and boiling.

alfredo 015

And then dump.

alfredo 016

If you like other things in you alfredo like chicken or broccoli then get those going. I steamed broccoli florets tonight and pan fried some chicken tenders (seasoned with salt, pepper, and garlic powder).

alfredo 014

So all I use for alfredo sauce is:

One-ish sticks of butter
One-ish cup of heavy cream
salt & pepper
A cup of Parmesan Cheese

alfredo 017
alfredo 018

Warm the stick of butter until it melts, add the cream and let it mesh. Season with salt and pepper. As it warms on the stove (but not rolling boil sort of warm, just gets hot) add your cup of cheese while stirring.

Meanwhile, drain the pasta and add it to a big bowl.

alfredo 020

Pour the sauce over the hot alfredo. Add you extras and toss together. If it seems dry you can melt a little more (equal parts) cream and butter and pour over, or reserve some of the pasta water to pour in to thin it out.

The result? Pasta perfection.


I need this

I'll be posting my alfredo recipe (with pictures) later tonight!

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

More Ramblings

Day one thousand and twenty seven: still sick.

Status: summer cold is now a case of acute bronchitis.

New favorite friend: my inhaler.

New favorite tv show: The Little Couple.

Mood: still stir-crazy. I'm not really contagious. But the energy required to go anyway makes me get overheated and cough my silly head off.

Ongoing favorite hobby: archiving old family photos.

my great-grandfather
James Ewing Wilder, my great-grandfather, 1933

my grandpa, grandma (holding my cousin), my pa and ninny

my uncle and my mama
oldphotos 009

Bonus: the best peanut butter cookies EVER.

Flourless Peanut Butter Cookies

1 cup all-natural chunky or smooth peanut butter
1 cup sugar (1/2 cup brown sugar and 1/2 cup granulated sugar)
1 egg
1 teaspoon baking soda

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a baking sheet. Combine peanut butter and sugars until well combined, about 2 minutes. Add egg and baking soda and mix for another 2 minutes. Roll into walnut sized balls and create a cris-cross pattern with a fork. Bake for 10 minutes, until lightly browned.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Yes, I am liveblogging this illness

First off, did you know that when you drink 32 ounces you will then have to pee 32 ounces? I don't actually know if it's true, but it seems so.

3 cherry limeades in 3 days. Too much?

Plus a lemonade from Chick Fil A which my mom brought me. That burned my raw throat. So, bummer. And an entire gallon of orange juice.

Then a sweet tea from McDonalds today because I thought I could run to the store to pick up essentials (like a reload of tissues and cough drops). But the Dollar Store's air conditioning was broke. I got overheated and before I knew it I was coughing and gagging all the way to the golden arches. (Too much visual? Sorry.)

Tape 008

I've never in my life been sick so much in a single summer. I was sick for a week before my job started. And today makes 6 days with this crud.

So far I have managed to watch every Bravo reality show episode, TWICE. Catch up on Ace of Cakes, Diners Drive-Ins and Dives, and Cupcake Wars. Become obsessed with Pitt Boss. And watch House Hunters International until I wanted to physically harm every privileged couple featured on that show.

Not that cough syrup and allergy meds make me full of rage or anything.

I've taken to taking pictures of things from my bed. Like Jack stopping by for a morning stretch, and to patrol the area for errant tissues:

Or Molly, who lays at the end of my bed ignoring me while I shout for her to look at me. It's like a game.

I'll save you the collection of ceiling shots. Although, rest assured, they are RIVETING.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Photo of the Day

Remember that 24 is a year of stepping in front of the camera. I was cringing on the inside while both of these were taken. But I did it!

I've been rocking a nasty summer cold (or worse) thingy for the last 2 days or so. My mom had it before me and now I've got her symptoms plus like 50% more whining.

I'm SO pleasant to be around right now, let me just tell you.

Things that made me feel better today:

a Bethenny Getting Married marathon on Bravo
a giant Cherry Limeade (which are omigosh, the best thing ever)
a REALLY long nap
ibuprofen (not tylenol)
puffs tissues (not kleenex)

Now if you'll excuse me I'll go back to holding my head everytime I cough or sneeze because it hurts so bad.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Dancing Chihuahuas and Coffee Ice Cream

I spent all last night at the hospital with my aunt. Cat scan and x-rays were all normal, we’re awaiting results of an MRI. Stroke is the best guess at this point, or a really epic nervous breakdown. Which, you know, SO typical for that side of my family. Either way thoughts and prayers, please?

Monday, July 12, 2010

Family Reunion

My 16 year old Floridian cousin, Caitlin, and her stepsister, Megan, came in for a visit this weekend. We had a big family reunion type thing (I've affectionly dubbed it the family (dis)function) so she could meet everyone that she hadn't seen in ten or so years.

Caitlin's Visit 119
Y'all, I love my family. I've been to family functions for other families and while those people might be saner... we're crazy and I love us.

My Aunt Linda and Mamaw doing their best Thelma & Louise:

Caitlin's Visit 124

Aunt Linda, Aunt B, and my Mama. Aunt Linda was refusing to smile.
Caitlin's Visit 143

I told her I'd been unsure to that point but now I knew for sure she was related to my dad. She erupted in a huge laugh.
Caitlin's Visit 146

Caitlin and her Aunt Sandy. Or... Sandy and her Mini-Me. Caitlin is the spitting image of 16 year old Sandy.
Caitlin's Visit 157

Megan was a little unsure of all of us and our commotion so the girls surrounded her in 'ya-ya' love over on the swing set.
Caitlin's Visit 160

Me and Mamaw. I love this photo.

Mamaw and Caitlin having major talks about life.
Caitlin's Visit 201

My Mamaw has stick straight hair that she's always permed. Needless to say, she's always loved my Mama's hair.
Caitlin's Visit 212

Not just the hair though. As a daughter-in-law and mother-in-law they had quite the explosive beginnings. 28 years later, they've come a long way to full blown love and admiration.
Caitlin's Visit 213

We gave Mamaw a penguin shaped Silly Band. It's my new favorite thing. Hang out with me this summer and you'll go home with a Silly Band.
Caitlin's Visit 244

She loved it.
Caitlin's Visit 246

Randy and Sandy. I've never not known Randy, they dated in high school and it blows my mind to see them older and grayer. This photo perfectly captures their personalities. Love them.
Caitlin's Visit 250

When it was all over and the guests were gone we sat outside: Randy & Sandy, me and Mama, Seanathan (Jonathan and Sean), and the girls, gossiping about everyone who had left.

Caitlin's Visit 252

I do believe the girls enjoyed this part the most.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

My Monday Morning

First off, ignore the sheets in the following pictures. I'm way behind on laundry, totally out of clean sheets and now stealing Jon's. And these are jersey knit which means I couldn't resist them even though they're camo print.

So I wake up this morning and head off to the kitchen to make coffee. Which is odd, because I'm a casual coffee drinker, not a morning need my cup of joe sort of person. Regardless. I return to my room while it brews and Jill has woken up.

Cutest thing EVER.

I declare lots of things the cutest thing EVER but, seriously, I love this dog.

Monday, July 5, 2010

The Fourth

If one photo captures Fourth of July 2010, it's this one. I remember when he used to beg to light fireworks. Now he blows up things he shouldn't.

July 4, 2010 022

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Work Horse


Job #1 : a temp job working for a not for profit group that does stuff, lasts 1 month
Job #2 : cashiering

A few weeks ago I was 2 days into a temp job I was pretty sure I hated and worried about my finances. Specifically that I had $100 left in the bank and $450 worth of bills to pay. I was desperate so I gave someone a call back about a cashiering job I'd carelessly applied for a month prior.

The wheels were set in motion. First she wanted to hire me for the bakery but loved my personality (what?! I know) so she gave me a cashiering position. Fast forward a week and a half later and my drug results are in and she wants me to come in for orientation.

I liked the temp job a little more at this point, although I still find myself hating it from night to night, but it isn't forever. So I went to orientation. Everything went fine. And money is money so I called back today to get my schedule.

When I applied I went with the anytime availability. You know, because I was DESPERATE. And she said all positions were part time anyway.

Big mistake.

Sunday: 10-2
Monday: 10-2 + 5:30-10:30 at job #2
Tuesday: 7-1 + 5:30-10:30 at job #2
Wednesday: off + 5:30-10:30 at job #2
Thursday: 4-10
Friday: 11:45-9
Saturday: 4-midnight

That's 37 hours and 15 minutes, folks. On my feet. Dealing with PEOPLE. Six days! (Plus 15 more hours at job #2)

What the hell was I thinking?