He gave it to me to hold and keep safe.
He said, “I trust you with this because I’ve never seen you spoil anything.
Except when you’re cooking.”
Wow. Thanks, son!
Alaska is a beautiful place, but sometimes I miss the conveniences of “The Lower 48,” as we say here.
Earlier I wrote about my troubles retrieving my mail, but there are other things I’m not used to.
Another thing that’s weird at my house is that we don’t have trash pickup. We have to haul our own trash to the dump.
Now I know this shouldn’t be a big deal, but it’s still strange to me to load up my trash in the car and drive away with it.
One good thing is, since it’s so cold out, there’s no bad smell at the dump.
As my husband pointed out: Frozen trash doesn’t stink.
I’m not sure how it will be in summer, though…
Last night I was wearing my new navy shirt with my brown skirt.
I thought I looked quite nice as I headed out to go shopping.
I forgot what my friend Megan had told me about those being “Wal-Mart-colors.”
(I had replied, No they’re not! They are neutrals.”)
But there I was in the craft section at Wal Mart, and a man said, “Do you work here?”
No sir. No, I don’t.
I’m just a regular person who wears NEUTRAL COLORS.
One Sunday morning at church, Miss Cindy was trying to make a point about how God loves everyone regardless of our differences.
“You know,” she said, “we are all different. Do you know what ethnicity you are?”
The kids looked at her blankly.
“For example,” she continued, “I’m Korean.”
The kids caught on. “Oh!” said a girl. “I’m Chinese.”
A boy said, “I’m Japanese.”
Another girl said, “I’m Okinawan.”
Miss Cindy turned to my two youngest kids. “What about you?”
Uh oh, I thought. What are they going to say? We’re just plain white people?
Little Boy smiled. “We’re twins!” he said proudly.
Otherwise entitled “Putting the FUN in Funeral!”
Wait, was that tasteless? Well, these sandwiches aren’t!
(See what I did there? What a segue! I really should be in journalism, right?)
I saw these sandwiches on Pinterest and immediately remembered eating them when my grandmother would have Ladies’ Parties. Well, I’d eat them after the party of course, since I was a kid and not a Lady.
My grandmother did not call them funeral sandwiches, but I think it’s a good name.
Look at that picture (not taken by me)! Awesome, right?
Here’s the recipe:
Ingredients for the sandwiches:
For the glaze:
1. Cut the rolls in half and spread the insides lightly with mayonnaise. Lightly oil or spray baking pan with Pam. Line the bottom of a baking pan with the bottoms of the rolls. Layer the ham slices, then cheese and place the top half back on.
2. In a medium bowl mix together the melted butter, Worcestershire sauce, mustard, brown sugar and onion. Pour the entire concoction over the buns, drenching each one. Sprinkle each sammie with poppy seeds. Cover tightly and marinade anywhere from 4-24 hours.
3. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Bake for 15 minutes, uncovered or until cheese is melted and bun tops are a bit golden. Serve warm!