It turns out that the kids all went to the Pumpkin Patch today and got to pick out a pumpkin to take home. Every other year, Chewlee picked out a much smaller one that she could easily hold. Heck, she could carry her bag, off the ground, with ONE hand! Not this year. She picked out the biggest one she could and it must have been hard for her to carry it back to the bus so it wouldn't be taken away from her (they wouldn't have but she didn't know that). She was just very determined to get the best pumpkin she could.
It 's a great size to carve so I was a bit shocked when she asked me if I could make pumpkin pies from it. I told her I could but not if it was carved up first and a candle put inside it. She told me, *No, I mean if I give it to you NOW, can you make pumpkin pies for everyone with it?* I told her that I could and would if she really wanted me to but I thought she should show it to her mother and ask her if that was okay. She was actually torn because she KNEW it would be a good pumpkin to carve and have lighted outside but she wanted pumpkin pies from HER OWN pumpkin. The end result was that carving it won out but I promised her that I would make pumpkin pies for her and even one for her mother to take home. She was happy then because she could have her pumpkin and get pumpkin pie to eat, too. LOL! Smart kid.
Here's a picture that the Beast took of her before she went home.
That's our Chewlee! It's not the best picture the Beast took but it was the only one I could get him to send me right away so I could put it here for you to see. That's our *little Princess/tomboy/smart ass* kid.
It seems the kid really WILL do almost anything for a pickle. The Beast actually was going to take her to Walmart and let her pick out whatever jar she wanted of pickles. And you know that they have gallon jars of dill pickles. Chewlee, like her mother before her, would have grabbed one of those, I'm sure. However, I whispered to her that *I* had a jar of the little dill pickles that I had hidden away and, if she was good about letting the Beast take pictures of her, she didn't have to wait and could have some of MY hidden pickles. She liked that. She then ran out to the kitchen where the Beast was getting his camera ready and said to him, *Ha! Ha! I've got one up on you, Papa! And I'm not going to tell you what!*
When the Beast shared that with me, I was surprised. Her saying she had *one up on * him just seemed so....so....adult-like, I guess is how it hit me. That's why I say she is part *smart-ass*. She comes up with things from time to time that just stop you in your tracks. Too funny!
I made the stew I had been craving and it turned out just great. The meat was perfectly tender and the carrots and potatoes were done just right! It had just the right seasonings and onions. Nothing overwhelmed the individual tastes of the ingredients. I didn't mention the peas because they always keep their flavor and texture because they go in last of all and are basically just heated up before you serve the stew. Now if it were really cold outside, I might have made dumplings for the top but I'm not crazy about them, only the Beast is. And (gag!) he prefers the Bisquick ones over homemade. But it does make it easier so that he gets filled up.
One of the Beast's buddies was diagnosed with walking pneumonia. When I had it years ago, I was just left at home to get well. It was AWFUL but I survived. His buddy, however, is asthmatic so breathing is a problem and there can be many complications. Unfortunately, he needs to be hospitalized but none of the hospitals around us (there are five or six within a 35 mile radius) are equipped to deal with him so they are checking on the facilities at the hospitals in Birmingham. He will know in the morning and the Beast told him that he would drive him there if they found a hospital for him. They are afraid they might have to send him to Atlanta so say a little prayer because that's a long way for his family to go to even visit him. And he will be in the hospital for a while, trust me. Walking pneumonia is worse than regular pneumonia. They can treat pneumonia easier.
Love you all. Have a great *Hump Day* and a nice, calm drive to and from work. Be careful driving and make sure you are dressed properly for the weather in your area. I sure wouldn't want anyone to end up with *walking pneumonia* or the regular stuff. Yuk! **Wink**
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