I Pledge, Well Kind of

You bet I accepted the Huffington Post’s Week of Eating In Challenge. I’m all in.  Shine that spotlight on homemade meals and watch me frugally budget.  Who knows? All that money I’m saving could add up to bags of gold that will allow me, some day, to bid adieu to my aging appliances and rip out the Formica that callously imprisons my kitchen in the late 1970s.

Pledge-smedge, bring it on.

We eat in all the time anyway and what a perfect excuse to try out new recipes and yippee for family cohesion and what? What’s that you say? It’s this week? Oh no that simply won’t do.  This is the week of my 40th birthday and I’ve got visitors in town and lunch dates and hey, BACK OFF!  I’m pretty sure that everyone out there in pledgeville would agree that no one should have to cook dinner on her 40th birthday.

How about this?  I’ll gladly pledge you Tuesday for a birthday dinner today?  Just this week, that’s all I’m asking and then I promise I will cook at home from here to eternity.

I can say this with conviction, because based on my incredible haul of birthday loot I know that there is an awful lot of cooking in my future.

It’s awesome, isn’t it? My gorgeous cherry red Kitchen-Aid surrounded by the best books in the biz. I can’t wait to start flinging flour.

Rest assured I am going to spend hours gleaming expert advice from these legendary cookbooks.  I will create masterpieces that will have eaters in tears.  Already I have visions of Crepes Suzette dancing in my delusional head.

But I have to tell you, despite thousands of pages of beautifully detailed recipes, the advice that captured my loins attention came not from a renowned book nor from a celebrity chef.

No, one voice stood out from the crowd.  His beautiful, naked request really spoke to me.  Grabbed me in that visceral sort of way. (Visceral sort of way = passionately around the waist as the sun set over the waving wheat and he easily hoisted me up onto the saddle and steadied me with one bronzed arm as he steered the steed towards the nearest haystack.)

Now that I am older and wiser I understand why, as some women age, they seek to make changes.  Some take up knitting.  Some go blond.

In honor of my 40th birthday I have officially changed my name.

Call me Biscuit.

14 Replies to “I Pledge, Well Kind of”

  1. Happy Birthday, Biscuit!

  2. Oh, I’ve been calling you Biscuit for years!

    I love your cherry red Kitchen-Aid and I only found out yesterday what a Kitchen-Aid does.

    Happy Birthday!!!

  3. Hey biscuit..I remember when you were a cupcake

  4. Everytime I read one of those Bicuit books, I’ll think of you! I wish I knew about that Huffington Challenge in advance. Mark ALWAYS wants to eat out and it drives me crazy!

  5. Happy 40! I still would like to borrow your bread book, for the recipes of course!

  6. I love my Joy of Cooking and my Kitchen-Aid! Joy answers just about every question one could come up with which is just fantastic! Enjoy your presents!

  7. And they say women hit their prime at 30! By the way, that birthday video is coming, I sware, my lazy a#* just has not recorded them yet, sorry. MJ was searching online all day yesterday for the perfect beach house. His standards are incredibly high (by high I mean in height, he is looking for bunk beds)

  8. Happy birthday and a joyous union to you and the Biscuitboy! There’s no way I can make an eat-in pledge during midterms, but I’ll stash it away maybe sometime towards the end of may.

    /covet cherry red mixer to say nothing of a particular recipe book . . .

  9. I hope you’re “going to spend hours GLEANING expert advice” from those cookbooks. Unless, of course, you were just planning on polishing the covers!!

    Happy Birthday!

  10. Grandpa Mikey March 9, 2010 at 7:59 pm

    It all sounds good. Need a bit more proofing these days. Cowboys like ’em perfect…

  11. Grandpa Mikey March 9, 2010 at 8:00 pm

    Oh yeah…Does Herbie know any heifers?

  12. Hey Biscuit! Hot…. mixer!

  13. Lousy friend here – happy happy belated day!! Hope you ate sinful things such as buscuits and rich chocolate cake. I will make my forgetfulness up to you.

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