The Pleasant Zone

I'm in that pleasant zone... the place between Thanksgiving dinner and
dessert. It is located at the corner of Satisfaction Ave. and
Anticipation Lane.

Time to sit, let the belt out a notch and think about the oncoming
destruction of pie and ice cream.

George L

George Leppla wrote:
> I'm in that pleasant zone... the place between Thanksgiving dinner and
> dessert. It is located at the corner of Satisfaction Ave. and
> Anticipation Lane.
>
> Time to sit, let the belt out a notch and think about the oncoming
> destruction of pie and ice cream.
>
> George L


We were there a few hours ago. All I wanted was a nap.

I settled for small pieces (yeah, right!) of pumpkin
followed by chocolate cream pie. The latter was special
for our 8 yr. old grandson who was fitted with braces
Wednesday. I keep remembering when he was about 3 and
used to ask me to make "choco-wit" pie.

gloria p

On Thu 26 Nov 2009 08:35:21p, gloria.p told us...

> George Leppla wrote:
>> I'm in that pleasant zone... the place between Thanksgiving dinner and
>> dessert. It is located at the corner of Satisfaction Ave. and
>> Anticipation Lane.
>>
>> Time to sit, let the belt out a notch and think about the oncoming
>> destruction of pie and ice cream.
>>
>> George L
>
>
> We were there a few hours ago. All I wanted was a nap.
>
> I settled for small pieces (yeah, right!) of pumpkin
> followed by chocolate cream pie. The latter was special
> for our 8 yr. old grandson who was fitted with braces
> Wednesday. I keep remembering when he was about 3 and
> used to ask me to make "choco-wit" pie.
>
> gloria p
>

You're a good Grandma, Gloria!

We ate dinner out, but came home for dessert. yesterday I baked pumpkin,
pecan, and mince pies. So far we've only sampled the pumpkin, but it won't
be long before we snag into the other two.

--

~~ If there's a nit to pick, some nitwit will pick it. ~~

~~ A mind is a terrible thing to lose. ~~

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Wayne Boatwright

George Leppla wrote:
> I'm in that pleasant zone... the place between Thanksgiving dinner and
> dessert. It is located at the corner of Satisfaction Ave. and
> Anticipation Lane.
>
> Time to sit, let the belt out a notch and think about the oncoming
> destruction of pie and ice cream.

lol sounds great

gloria.p wrote:
> We were there a few hours ago. All I wanted was a nap.
>
> I settled for small pieces (yeah, right!) of pumpkin
> followed by chocolate cream pie. The latter was special
> for our 8 yr. old grandson who was fitted with braces
> Wednesday. I keep remembering when he was about 3 and
> used to ask me to make "choco-wit" pie.
>
> gloria p

Your grandson still enjoys Grandma's chocolate cream pie. I am sure he
looks adorable, even with braces.


No grandchildren yet, but my oldest son has been dating someone. Having
grandchildren sure would be nice.


Becca

"gloria.p" <gpuester@comcast.net> wrote in message
news:henhe1$kng$1@news.eternal-september.org...
> George Leppla wrote:
>> I'm in that pleasant zone... the place between Thanksgiving dinner and
>> dessert. It is located at the corner of Satisfaction Ave. and
>> Anticipation Lane.
>>
>> Time to sit, let the belt out a notch and think about the oncoming
>> destruction of pie and ice cream.
>>
>> George L
>
>
> We were there a few hours ago. All I wanted was a nap.
>
> I settled for small pieces (yeah, right!) of pumpkin
> followed by chocolate cream pie. The latter was special
> for our 8 yr. old grandson who was fitted with braces
> Wednesday. I keep remembering when he was about 3 and
> used to ask me to make "choco-wit" pie.
>

I had no room for pie at all, and the period between dinner and dessert was
anything but pleasant. I completely overate. Mostly filled up before the
meal, unfortunately. My sister and I went over to mom's at 8:30am and
cooked most of the meal. The turkey, gravy, the stuffing was cooked ahead
so only had to do the actually cooking part, polished silver, set the table,
washed too many pots and pans so they wouldn't sit, and all the time
munching on "stuff". Mostly dips and bread crackers, celery (which was
amazing), nuts, other crudités.

I hope dad was watching over us laughing at my sister and I asking each
other questions about mom's house like where does she keep this? and how do
you work this coffee maker? and what does this instruction mean in mom's
turkey directions? and I swear the answer to each other's questions was
always "I don't know". It turned out well, though.