Vote Today for the Dutch Baby of the Year

Lizzy and Pepijn’s new baby, Samuel, is up for Dutch Baby of the Year. And now it’s time for America to rally for our little pal and vote for him. As an aded bonus, you get to learn a little Dutch.

CLICK HERE TO VOTE TODAY FOR SAMUEL AS DUTCH BABY OF THE YEAR!

Here’s the Dutch you’ll need to vote:

Stem op Samuel = Vote for Samuel. (Let op means watch out. Dutch bonus phrase!)

Vul hier je e-mailadres in = Fill here your e-mail address in. (See how cool you sound when you rearrange how you construct your sentences?)

Stem = VOTE!

Dank je wel = Thank you very much. (That’s not on the page, it’s just what I’m saying.)

Posted on May 15, 2008
Filed Under Causes | 6 Comments

Chicken and Biscuits Take Me to My Happy Place

If I ever have to have a last meal, it’s going to be Sheryl’s chicken and biscuits followed by her taffy apple salad.

So, imagine my delight when I arrived home last night to find Sheryl up to her elbows in chicken and biscuit preparation. Delight, I say. Although it’s a family favorite, imported all the way from Iowa, we have it only once or twice a year. (That’s what keeps it special.) And the last time Sheryl made it, I was on my No Bread for Lent jag. Can you say disappointed?

We were all talking about chicken and biscuits on the day after Mother’s Day, when our taffy apple salad was the hit of the group dinner with a lot of friends. (Someone asked me, what in this? I said, “Apples. They’re healthy. And to balance that out, we threw in chopped up Snickers Bars and coated that in whipped cream and vanilla pudding.” Everyone agreed it was the best idea ever.) While we were having the last of the taffy apple salad, we joked about chicken and biscuits. Volia! there it was last night.

At about 8:30 last night. I passed out in my chair. Missed who got eliminated from American Idol. Didn’t matter. I was a happy boy. Chicken and biscuits took me to my happy place.

Posted on May 15, 2008
Filed Under Food | 5 Comments

The Cat’s Meow

Benny in repose — which is what he does when he’s not yowling.

Whoever came up with the phrase “the cat’s meow” couldn’t have been thinking about Benny J. Catenheimer XXIII, who has the loudest yowl of any domesticated cat I’ve ever heard.

The funny thing is that it’s like he’s talking. He wakes up early in the morning, and he bloody well wants everyone in the house to be up with him.

Once he achieves his goal, he goes upstairs to curl up on the bed with Snickers the Wonder Dog. Some life. The cat’s meow.

Posted on May 12, 2008
Filed Under Pets | 3 Comments

Happy Mother’s Day

Sometimes being a mom takes all the patience in the world. Like a couple of years ago when we were getting a quick family portrait on the back deck and certain guys just weren’t into it.

Happy Mother’s Day to Sheryl. (And to all the other mothers I know…I started to make a list, but it got really long really fast. Besides, mothering isn’t necessarily all about biology — Sheryl has Snickers the Wonder Dog and Benny J. Catenheimer XXIII, who are firmly convinced that they’re her kids. Mothering takes all forms, from caring for little kids to grown up boys, whether they’re your own or not.)

Posted on May 11, 2008
Filed Under Family | 3 Comments

I Saw Fall’s Bridge Yesterday

Chuck D and I rode to Fall’s Bridge yesterday afternoon. It was my first ride of the year, and I was dragging my feet before the ride. But Chuck D insisted, and we went. It was a glorious day for a ride. Sunny. Upper 70s. Lots of people out on the Schuylkill river trail.

When we got back my legs were tired. But that good kind of tired. We’re on our way now. I need to amp up the miles and I’m glad I’m back in the saddle.

Posted on May 6, 2008
Filed Under Sports | 4 Comments

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