Not So Pastalicious

You know when you have dinner catered for a group of friends? And it's all nicely cooked and in foil pans? And you are really looking forward to Lemon Chicken and Mostaccoli? And you get everything tucked into the oven? And 45 minutes later, you remove the pans, add extra sauce and put everything back into the oven?

Well, remember to read the directions and add a cookie sheet under the stupid foil pan, or it will collapse in a steamy heap on your Oriental rug.

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And no, the 5-second rule will not apply.

My New Year's resolution is to eat out more.

What's yours?

Coming Up for Bubbly

I'm taking a break from slogging

through my lovely basement to welcome 2011.

And until I can assemble a really cool pictorial Year in Review, here's a little bubbly for you. And a little for me.

Bonne Annee.

So Ick

As you will recall from here, there is still much cleaning, sanitizing and gagging to be done in the basement.

The good news is the Roto Rooter guy told me that hydrogen peroxide is even better than bleach for bacteria eradication, two words I hope never to write again, let alone think about, in 2011.

If you need me, you'll know where to find me. Wear rubber gloves. And a face mask. Disposable footwear is probably a good idea.

Meanwhile, tell me about your plans for New Year's Eve in the comments section. I'd love to hear what you're up to. Your stories will buoy my spirits as I try to undo the ick factor.

Happy New Year, everyone.

Still Running Late

Christmas morning 2010

Christmas Is Like That

Me, too, buddy. Me, too.

Sync the Halls

I know you. You've seen the Youtube vids of pulsing Christmas house decorations here and here. But those are just that, videos. Catch the real thing right here in our ole hometown of Naperville in the 1800 block of Auburn, near Ranch View School.

Three cheers to the homeowner for synchronizing his decs to music, which can be heard through your car radio. 

(And raise your hand if you understand the engineering behind this. I still don't have bows made for the three swags on the front of the house, never mind dancing lights and/or Manheim Steamroller.)

(The small white sign says to tune to 100.1 on your FM dial.

It helps to drive by when it's dark.)

Racked and Dangerous

Naperville Now would like to say thank you to her fellow Naperville blogger, On the Road with Freddy, for inspiring today's post. However, please take these darling eating machines back to your yard. The evergreens in our yard are decimated by all of that rapaciousness. (Sorry. I'm reading Roy Blount Jr.'s Alphabet Juice. I think it's giving me worditis see:sesquipedalianism.)


"Hmm, I wonder if that tree tastes as good as this one. I'd saunter over for a test bite except for the creeper with the camera."



"I think I've managed to shave this one pretty close. Let's go over to Chilvers Court and see what's cookin'."