Cooking suspended for grandbaby time

Very cool looking tree and clouds, near Waldron.

I did the road trip thing today, rather than watch football and clear out closets, which tells you a little about how much my grandchild means to me.

I mean, she’s amazing. She walks, she talks, she has a mind of her own, she does not brook any interference, and if you have ideas that differ from hers, well, there’s the door and don’t let it hit you in the butt on the way out.

I love her. She’s mine.

Sunday recovery time

I’m home, staring out the window glassy-eyed at the odd sight — sunshine and blue sky. And it’s only 8 a.m. because we fell back last night and I got an extra hour of sleep, which I badly needed, thank you very much.

When last we spoke, I had been to Dallas. Since then, I’ve come back to Hot Springs, spent one night, went to Lake Dardanelle for a board retreat, spent a night, came home long enough to acquire Child C and the pup, and made an overnight trip to Memphis. Got back last night, managed to stay awake long enough to see the first couple innings of the Series before announcing “to hell with it,” and going to bed.

There was a filet at the board retreat that wasn’t bad, nice roasted carrots and some kind of sauce (I think maybe a bordelaise?) and asparagus with it.  Actually not bad at all when you consider they were cooking them for 20+ people to get them all done at the same time. Dessert, though, was pretty awful; a dark chocolate cake that was extremely dry, if attractively presented.

But I did have a helluva burger the next day, at CJ’s Butcher Boy in Russellville, which is near displacing the canonical Feltner’s Whataburger in my affections. They advertise that they use only freshly ground-on-premises chuck in their burgers and they keep big slabs of chuck in their display cooler to prove it, grinding one when they run low on the one-third-pound balls of beef housed next door in said cooler.