Why I don’t have cable
So in case you were wondering, last Thursday, in lieu of posting, I packed my entire family up for an almost-week-long trip, took a bunch of relatives out to dinner, and got some words written on the WIP.
(These summer months are a real challenge for me, btw, so if I miss a posting from time to time, you’ll know I’m up to my ears in children, unwritten books and water balloons.)
At any rate, we spent much of the last week in Port Aransas, on the Texas coast, where after we burned ourselves to a crisp the first day (Eric’s back still looks like a modern art piece — all white spots and crimson whorls), it rained a good portion of the time. Which normally would be the kiss of death for a vacation.
But not for us. Because our condo had cable… which meant the Food Network!
My daughter and I spent almost three full glued to the tube, watching Paula, Rachael, Emeril, Bobby and the gang cook up all kinds of things that were beyond the reach of our cheap electric stove and limited pantry.
There were, however, Cheez-its, Doritos, and Famous Amos cookies, so we ate those instead. (Even though — after watching four cake shows — what I really wanted vanilla cake with buttercream frosting instead.)
And then we ate some more.
We’re home now, and although we’re rather larger and quite relaxed (and have come to the conclusion that Giada must spit out every bite she samples and run marathons biweekly), we’re undergoing a bit of withdrawal. So I went to the library and got 30-Minute Meals and a few other Food Network cookbooks out today.
I’m still tempted to spring for cable, though. Problem is, I can’t get anything done as it is…
Any other addicts out there?
P.S. Obviously I’m rusty… I was so proud of myself for getting this out on Thursday, but accidentally saved it as a draft. Duh!