Tuesday, January 14, 2020


Same Mansion, Different Calamity.

I don't know why everything is so hard for me! Even Farmer H tells me that: "HM. I don't know why everything's so hard for you." I'm sure he's being supportive and empathetic, right? Not at all sarcastic.

With the Christmas season comes a treat from my best old ex-teaching buddy Mabel. She makes chocolate-covered cherries that are FABULOUS! Way better than the boxed version of cherry cordials. I know I've shown you the pictures before. I eat two of them every night for dessert. I don't mind if other people share them. Genius wasn't home long enough to put a dent in them this year. They are so plentiful that I can't really tell if Farmer H is also partaking. I put them in FRIG II, so they're nice and cold. Makes the chocolate crack when you bite into it. Mmm.

Anyhoo, the other night I carried my supper tray down to my lair. I thought I'd eliminate a step, and fetch my half-bottle of Diet Coke from the mini fridge under the stairs, on my way to the lair. I was holding the supper tray (ham and roasted veggies and 7 Layer Salad), and also my yellow bubba cup full of ice. When I bent over to get my half-bottle of Diet Coke,


Sweet Gummi Mary! It's a BASEMENT floor! Concrete covered with press-down tile. Not exactly mopped every week. I was sure my cherry had been broken (heh, heh, good thing a certain 13-year-old self doesn't read this).

To make matters worse, as I closed the mini-fridge door so I could set down my tray and rescue the cherry, IT GOT CAUGHT IN THE DOOR! What in the Not-Heaven does Even Steven have against me right now?

I picked up the cherry, and was shocked to see that it was not even cracked! Nor was it coated with dust bunnies! I wiped it off with half a Puffs With Lotion in my office, and set it on top of my purple bubba cup full of ice water to chill.

The only damage appeared to be a broken stem. My best old ex-teaching buddy Mabel really knows how to make a cherry!

And I really know how to get an artsy-fartsy photo down the inside of my straw!


River said...

Coincidentally, I ate a bowl of cherries myself this morning. No chocolate on them though. I remember my Dad loving the Cherry Liqueurs that used to be available from the Red Tulip brand. I'd get him a box for Christmas or birthday once I started working and had my own money. The Red Tulip bran is long gone now and although you can still get cherry Liqueurs they just aren't the same. The quality of the chocolate leaves a lot to be desired and the liqueur filling just doesn't seem the same either. I gave up buying them a long time ago. I'm glad your suicidal cherry was able to be saved.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Some days are just like that! I am glad you managed to keep your cherry intact. I t would have awful to accidentally pop your cherry, the popping of the cherry should always be intentional. Okay, I am done.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sometimes I'll buy cherries at the Devil's Playground. Mostly for Farmer H, but I'll have a couple if they're not too sour. Nothing seems quite as good as they used to be these days. I guess ingredients have been switched out for cost or health purposes. I sure was glad my homemade chocolate cherry was okay. Even if I DID eat it off the floor!

Yes, my 13-year-old self totally agrees with you!

Sioux Roslawski said...

There has been more than one Christmas/birthday where I've gotten a large jar of maraschino (spelling?) cherries... and somehow, the juice disappeared a bit faster than the cherries.

Chocolate covered ones? Even better...

Hillbilly Mom said...

That reminds me! I used to add them to my Sonic Route 44 Diet Coke! So I was sure to have a special treat when I got to the bottom of it. Sometimes, Sonic was a bit lax about adding the actual cherry. Darn them for closing! I bet this contributed to their downfall. I won't drive across Sis-Town to get a soda at the other Sonic. The closed one was perfect for half-price happy hour on the way home from work.