Hot Potato

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November 14, 2010
You know the game "hot potato?"
Well, it wasn't a hot potato last night that caused all the trouble.
(I definitely wasn't playing.)
It was hot soup.

At Aunt Jeannie and Uncle Chuck's Sunday School soup night, I had fixed my loaded baked potato and headed over to the white chili with chicken.

*sets paper plate with potato and soup bowl beside soup Crock Pot and starts to lift lid*
Zach: "You got that?"
Me: "Yeah."
*as lid lifts, ladle flips out onto plate, knocking it and all contents to the floor*

Not only did I lose my potato, but I also lost my piece of cheesy bread AND covered my jeans in sour cream, butter, and potato. AFTER I had put our laundry on.

Gives me a whole new perspective on playing hot potato and on enjoying soup night.

P.S. I made those potatoes--scrubbing them clean, rolling them in oil and seasonings, and wrapping them carefully in their foil cocoons to grow and bloom...er, cook--and then I killed mine, not with the fork, but with the floor. What kind of potato-mother am I?

Osage-Oranges or Horse Apples

November 7, 2010

Can someone please tell me what these green alien brain things are??

After church and lunch at Mimi's Cafe with some Pharr cousins, we went with Jeannie and Lily for a walk at Gulley park and the Lake Fayetteville park.

These things were all over Gulley.
The first one I saw I thought was a much demolished tennis ball, but then we came upon a whole field of them.
I highly doubt destructed tennis balls grow in NWA.
Zach said he remembered seeing them at Pomfret.

They are some called Osage-Oranges or Horse Apples. From an Osage-Orange or Horse Apple (Or Bois D'arc, or Bodark--anglicanization, kids) tree: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maclura_pomifera.
Freaky, freaky, freaky.