Baby Foxy!!

Cala Fay Troxclair. Born 9:56, 8lb, 19in. B-e-a-utiful!


Don't tell me she's not the cutest thing you've ever seen!!



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Location:S Saunders Ave,Tyler,United States

Major Discovery

I can't vouch for all of them, because we only ate dinner at the Nicky's on Pines Rd. But! They have white queso comparable to Cactus Jack's. Now everyone rush over and eat up. Your tummy will thank you.
And not to brag, but I also had Southfield Grill and a Humphrey today. A successful day, indeed!

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All the girls are batty

Daddy-O (Daddy-O) sure good looking
Daddy-O (Daddy-O) always cooking
Daddy-O (Daddy-O) ready to go
All the girls are batty over Daddy-O

I have to admit that until 2 minutes ago I thought the last line above was "all the girls are batty 'bout my daddy-o." Not too big of a mistake. But I also thought that was the entirety of the jingle. It's not. That's the chorus to a three verse song. This is news to me. The verses are foreign and hold no meaning in my life. But that chorus/jingle is happiness. That brings back happy memories of my mom, sister, and me singing to Pops. And it reminds me of how dad changed the words to another song a little and sang "my girls, talkin' 'bout my girls." He had three, not just one. The four of us had many happy times.
When I was young dad wasn't sure what to do with little girls. So we played games and put together puzzles. Dad taught me the ways of the world through a deck of cards and Scrabble. He let me look up the words after he played them so that I'd learn. And he'd always want me to show him my cards or tiles so that he could help me make the next great play. He never let me win, though. I had to learn. I can hold my own now, but I still rarely beat him in any games. Words With Friends is the one reason I wish dad had an iPhone. Then we could play even when we're so far away.
To this day Matt would prefer we play something other than gin. Dad would be proud. I think I'll take cards with me to Shreveport/Tyler this weekend. You never know when they may come in handy!


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Fif!

Days until Cala is due!!!

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I know a shortcut!

Everybody wants to take shortcuts on everything these days. And any time you hear that oh-so-familiar phrase in a movie it's more than obvious that the characters will be lost within the next 5 minutes. There are definite things and times in life when shortcuts are unacceptable. Medical school, successful relationships, and a good gumbo are a few of those instances.
Just under a year ago my eyes were open to an unmentionable, yet amazing shortcut.


You read it right, folks. Red beans from a can. Blue Runner knows its stuff. I would never believe that a canned red bean could be so tasty. Now, I'm not saying this is the downright best RBR you've ever tasted. But this shortcut is definitely worth it! It has become a staple in our house. Rice cooker + 1 link of spicy sausage + Blue Runner + Jiffy cornbread + a little Louisiana hot sauce and Tony's = shortcut perfection.
It's Monday in Louisiana!

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Candy is Dandy, but Liquor is Quicker

I realize that I have become a terrible blogger post-Lent. So to make up for it I will post about my two recent dessert successes. Almost two weeks ago we had a slew of people over - Emily & Chris, Burger & Ines, Jeff, and Evan. I cooked dinner and dessert for eight people - a first for me. So, I planned strategically.  I made the dessert the night before.  And the morning of I put on two crock pots, one with potatoes and one with chicken.  All I had to do after work was a couple of quick sides and some bread. It was pretty successful.  Now for the dessert. I asked Burger what he would like, and he chose white chocolate. So I looked through some recipes and decided on Oreo Balls aka 3 ingredient heaven.

Here's the short and sweet version:
Crush up a pack of Oreos minus three. Doesn't have to be super fine at all. Mix it with two packages of cream cheese. Let it set in the fridge for a bit. Then make it into balls on a cookie sheet. Put in the freezer to harden up. Then dip in melted white chocolate. And sprinkle with the last three Oreos that you crushed up real fine. Refrigerate and serve cold. So dang good!
Tonight Jeff cooked for us, the McPs and his roommate Geoff. So I brought dessert. I suck because I forgot to take a picture before it was cut into, but this way you can see the insides.

Ice cream cake!!  1/4s of ice cream sandwiches around the outside of a spring form pan. A layer of Oreo crust (Oreos and butter) in the middle of that. Three layers of different ice cream flavors. Topped with cool whip and Oreos. Also verrry tasty!

I plan on making one or both of these for my fabulous, soon-to-be-a-dad, brother in law when I go visit for a week after Cala's born.  And maybe he'll share with Deni.
Oh! And I tried Old New Orleans Rum tonight. SO good!

(side note: this was typed Sunday night and my stupid phone wouldn't let me post it)

Cocaine's gonna kill my honey dead

Finally watched the second half of Blow tonight. Third time's a charm. Even if it was a tv version on FX. (I love to listen for the words they use in place of expletives. "Awe junk!") Weird to think that George Jung gets out of prison in 3.5 years. I wonder if he'll go back to his old ways...
I also wonder about Kristina Jung's acquaintances in 2001. As they glance sideways across the room. "Um, Kristina. Is your dad a super hot coke dealer? And if so, you should totally go visit him in jail!"

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