I deleted the work post. I wrote an explanation about why I did it here and I really, really do NOT want to discuss it anymore. Please.
Moving on…
Food – I came home from work and made a butter bundt cake. It tastes way better than it looks.
Outside – Our neighbors up the road built a trail for their kids to ride ATV’s and dirt bikes. You have no idea how much this annoys me because they let their young kid (like 8 years old) ride down there alone.
Abstract – My watch with a reflection of the trees on the face. I was getting out of the Jeep after work when I snapped this shot.
Myself – I could not for the life of me get a good picture today of the hair. I ended up messing with the exposure on the one above so you could see the blonde underneath and it didn’t work. It’s not a gold blonde. It’s bleached. And it’s the whole bottom half of my head, but the red layers go over it. I love it.
Here’s another pathetic attempt at getting a damn picture (using a flash this time). I gave up after this because I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to capture the true color when I was a) rushing to get ready for work b) standing in my yellow bathroom and c) have no idea how to really use a camera.
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I’m not feeling well today. Rick stayed home from work because he was fighting some kind of bug. I, of course, went to work even though I think I’m trying to fight the same damn thing. I came home and baked a bundt cake because I was wanting one (I like it with a cup of coffee). And then I was freezing cold (even though it was in the 70′s today) so I wrapped up in a blanket and passed out on the couch for an hour or so. I didn’t dare go near the bedroom because even though I think I might have the same bug as Rick, I didn’t want to risk catching his cooties if I didn’t. It’s times like this that I wish we had a guest room. Sigh.
I was pissed off when I woke up because Shirley was all on me to cook dinner because she didn’t know how to make chicken wings. I had the bag of chicken in the refrigerator thawing since Sunday and she was convinced we would all be poisoned if it waited one more day. Good Christ, shit like that makes me insane. So I did what Trey likes to call, cooking with love. WE BITCH. THE ENTIRE TIME WE ARE IN THE KITCHEN MAKING THE MEAL. We also slam things around and make it known that we HATE being REQUIRED TO COOK MEALS. Hee!
I had started cooking when I realized that I needed pictures of Food for the FOAM project. And then I realized that I was annoyed with a certain blogger who is in the middle of selling a #1 Best Selling Cookbook based on the cooking she does on her website. This type of quote annoys the living shit out of me: “Vegetarians and gourmands won’t find much to cook here, but as a portrait of a real American family kitchen, it works.” So I decided to take pictures of a real American family kitchen…
My cooking area. Please note that it is NOT well lit for picture taking. I have no sky lights in my kitchen. I also have minimal cooking space because my kitchen is not 1300 square feet. And no, I have no special lodge built down the road for me to whip up a few things for dinner while taking semi-professional pictures the entire time.
No special Jadite dishware, just good ol’ Fiestaware seconds (because they’re cheaper). Check out the sloppy mess all over the bowls too. You won’t see that shit on the other site! But hey, at least I’m not going to show you how to chop an onion!
Stuff spilled all over the counter! Oh, yeah. And in the upper left hand corner you can see my mother’s fancy cheese ball container.
She even used masking tape to write “cheese ball” on the top.
I bet that other blogger doesn’t have a bottle of shampoo sitting on her kitchen counter! Hey, you never know when you’re gonna want to stop everything and wash your hair! I’m just keepin’ it real.
Super old stained pot holders. Bet she doesn’t have any of these laying around!
Sorry, I didn’t stop to take a picture of my husband’s ass this time. Sigh. I just love his ass. It makes me want to have a shit-ton of babies. I think I’ll just go over here in the corner and pick my toes while doing my Ethel Merman impersonation for a while. Snort.
Okay, I’m done being bitchy. It just annoyed me when I saw all of those women losing their minds to buy her book full of what I have found to be sub par recipes and meet her because she’s suppose to be a simple cowboy wife when she’s a marketing genius (as is her husband – you might want to check out the family background and education one day) with some serious money to invest into her business of blogging.
Who knows, maybe I’m just a jealous heifer. Speaking of heifers…I hereby promise you that you will never see a picture of anyone shoving their arm up a cow’s hoo-ha on this web site.
I’m outta here.
Ummh thinking you are not a fan of Ree?
Oh Nancy, thank you so much for the laugh this morning. I’ll take your kitchen photos any day over hers.
I, myself, am not a fan of the cow hoo-ha exploitation. Plus, it makes my uterus cringe when I see that arm disappearing.
Bovine porno.
*snort* nice to find someone else thinking along the same lines!
OMG- you made me laugh.
Do a search one day on the last name. It is amazing how much they get paid to take care of the mustangs.
Since I really don’t cook, I don’t go to that “other” website. BUT….. I was totally turned off when I read this week’s People Magazine….. It had a recipe in there from her for Meatballs and Spaghetti Sauce… and her sauce recipe included ketchup!!! I’m sorry–I may not be a cook, but I am part Italian, and real Italians do NOT use ketchup for their damn sauce!!!
Also, I love that hair!!! I just changed mine from a boring brown to a blue/black. Very drastic and so not me, but I love it!! Maybe I’ll steal your style next time I color!
And one more thing–still waiting to see a picture of Rick with his shaved head!!
Ummh thinking you are not a fan of Ree?
I read her site every single day – I’m just not a fan of bullshit and I call it when I see it. Lady is jonesing for a television cooking show, that she can do from her Lodge and nobody who doesn’t like to leave the house goes on television and does book tours.
Dear Nance,
I think you should do an entry dedicated to corn meal mush.
xxoo,
V.
Vonnie, you’re nuts. You just add that crap to boiling water and simmer the hell out of it…and yes, we eat it fried too (I like it “fresh” better). I can’t imagine an entry dedicated to it! And dammit, now you have me wanting it and I don’t have time for it this morning.
Dawn, Rick’s shaved head looks pretty much just like his old pictures (he didn’t have that far to go to be completely bald). I’ll try to get a picture of him soon though.
I think the hair looks great; I could never pull that shit off (and I’m not even going to try. I’ll just live vicariously through you!).
I’m with Shirley, I mark stuff in plastic containers with masking tape, too. Isn’t that what it’s for?
My gripe with PW’s cooking is that she uses so much butter and cream and cheese that any normal person would have a heart attack halfway through dinner. I was interested in the white chicken enchilada recipe she posted the other day until I saw what was in it. Good lord.
(Also, you need to start a Flickr group called “What a REAL American family kitchen looks like”!)
Everytime I worry something I’ve thawed in the fridge is going to go bad if I don’t cook it today, it’s still half frozen. Hate.
I tried to read that cowboy shit a couple of times and it made me want to throw up. I never look there now.
I would like to know what Mountain Pies are, and how one makes them. The Google is not very informative.
Funniest shit ever!! I could not agree with you more on the whole “sub-par” recipes, and the future cooking show. Bleh.
I like PW’s photos, but her baby rabies comments along with her hubby’s anatomy is like fingernails scratching a chalkboard. I rarely even look at the recipes on her site, and doubt I’d care for the book.
I read an interesting review from “Publisher’s Weekly” at the Barnes & Noble online website which kinda picked up on the anatomy thing. Here’s an excerpt:
“While the recipes are reliable home cooking standards, relentless references to her husband, known as the Marlboro Man, range from distracting to juvenile, giving what could have been a comfort food classic the feel of a junior-high class project.”
Girl — I always read and never comment, but today, well you got me with the assessment of the self-absorbed wonder. I don’t want her babies, her man, her houses, her camera, her dough-filled diamond ring, or her life as a rich ortho surgeon’s daughter => rich (Federally-funded) rancher’s wife. Already did the homework, plus family in OK. I’ve got all I need, thanks, and I got it myself! Trolling for fame, that one. Keep on being YOU, which is what’s real! Love your slice of life! Thanks Chickie!
That was a great post, Nance! Love when you rip on Pioneer woman..I read her site often too, (actually less and less lately because she is working my last nerve anymore!) and you are dead on! Keep keepin in real!!
If I have to see that woman chop another onion again it will be too soon.
Love your hair.
Oh. You sure know how to call it real Nance! I had to stop reading long ago. Mostly because of the toe picking. It annoyed the hell out of me!
Love your hair!
I truly don’t get the hate, well I get the hate but I don’t understand the need to complain about it. Don’t read her site! She grates on my nerves as well but she’s never, that I’ve seen, pretended to be anything other than what she is. Sure she doesn’t offer full disclosure but she’s hanging around with SENATORS. I can do the math. I agree with Robyn that her cooking will kill you but I also rely on some of her recipes as standard sides that never disappoint. I just don’t get it. No one is forcing anyone to read her, or Dooce for that matter. If a person is happy with their lives, they don’t really give a crap about what anyone else has that they don’t.
/rant. I have to admit I was dubious of the hair when you were describing it, especially since I so loved the way Rick died it last week, but it does look pretty awesome!
But Sarah, what would we MOCK if we stopped reading?
(For the record, I have stopped reading her main site, but I still glance at her recipes from time to time. I keep considering Pastor Ryan’s Spicy Orange Shrimp (I think that’s what it’s called), but haven’t made it. I want to, though!)
Nance, I have an onion and need to chop it. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW THAT YOU REFUSE TO SHOW ME HOW?!
The large photo of you is kicka$$. I think it’s the best photo of you I’ve seen.
I love Ree! I have used some of her recipes and have learned a few things from her site. I am a fan of hers but I also love this website. I have varied interests in life and also in the blogs/journals I read.
All I want is some mush, with real maple syrup.
I agree with Carole, great photo of you. I can’t get over how beautiful your eyes are. So jealous here.
Love your hair, and LOVE the cheese ball container
How on earth do you do your eyes? Gorgeous! I’m a moron when it comes to makeup – but I do bust out the mascara once a year at Xmas
Nance, Your hair is totally cool and your eyes are beautiful! I am a fan of Pioneer Woman I must confess. Although there have been a few things that I have made of hers that we were not particularly found of, but some are yummy.. the comments are her husband but is just stupid.. no one wants to know.. it reminds me of the Neeley’s.. Lord I can’t stand them!!!
Nance. “Keepin’ it Real” reminds me of that Chris Rock routine.