The Weekend that was…

You know, you got them bad eyes, like a gypsy…

On Friday night we went to Espo’s. I read somewhere that it was pretty good. Where did I read that? Think, think, think. Oh, yeah. This blog. Yesterday. Go read it.

Saturday dawned dark and dreary and grey and rainy. Which I LOVE. Most people hate rainy days. Not me. I think it comes from hating playing outside as a child – on sunny days I was forced outside by my fresh-air loving Mother to play. However, on rainy days I could read and sit in the window seat contemplating kid things and watch bad tv and have tea and cheez-its on the living room floor in front of the fire. Sigh. My childhood was a Norman Rockwell painting.


 The Hub took a nap on Saturday afternoon, and I curled up on the couch with Grady and watched Moonstruck. I love Moonstruck. Cher, and Olympia Dukakis, and Nick Cage. It’s funny and pretty and everyone in it was at their peak. Remember when Cher is kicking that can down the street after she sleeps with her fiance’s brother? Good times. This is my favorite quote:

Old man, you give those dogs another piece of my food and I’m gonna kick you ’til you’re dead!

I need to use that statement more in my life.

Saturday night we had a Halloween party to go to, at Jess and Matt’s. This really deserves it’s own post, so I’ll get to it soon. Oh, stop. You can wait.

Sunday The Hub and Sister Kristin and I went to Mom and Dad’s to “help” carve pumpkins. Help is in quotations because Mom didn’t. She sat at our dining room table and laughed at us. At our pain.

There is little in life that is so painful as carving a huge pumpkin with an extra thick rind. Oh, and none of that 3 triangles and a hole for the mouth nonsense, either. No. Mom whips out the templates, and we have to pick one to do. And not one that is “Easy”. “Moderate” or “Difficult” for us, thanks.

 After a little over 90 minutes of carving with an eensy saw, we had finished our (admittedly stunning) jack-o-lanterns. We took our carpel tunnel’d hands and set the table for dinner. Mom made Crabbies, and Bar-B-Cups, and dessert. You know crabbies, right? No? Well, sit right back and you’ll hear a tale…

Crabbies are cheesy crabby buttery toasted English muffin manna of the gods. The recipe is at the end. Seriously – they’re awesome. Don’t have them if you have heart trouble, though. Butter drips off them.

Bar-B-Cups are cups of BBQ’d meat. Mmm. Just take a canister of Pillsbury biscuits, and spray a normal sized muffin tin. Spread one biscuit per tin. Brown hamburger in a skillet, drain. Pour your fav BBQ sauce over the meat, mix. Spoon into the muffin cups. Cover with cheddar cheese. Bake for 10 minutes. Voila!

For dessert Mom made Pumpkin cheesecake, with toasted sugared almond slivers. That she made herself. And a crushed ginger snap crust. Is it any wonder we all battle fattiness?

2 Cans crab meat
2 8oz jars of Kraft Old English Cheese
1 Stick softened butter
8-10 English Muffins
1/2 Tbls Seasoned Salt
2 tsp Garlic Powder

Drain crabmeat and combine with the butter, cheese, salt, and garlic powder.

Toast english muffins so they are mildly crispy.

Spread mixture on English Muffin halves.

Broil uncovered until bubbly and brown – 10 minutes or so.

Cut into quarters and serve.

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