Get your party pants on...it's time for Christmas parties!
Allison (my friend who now lives in Saudi Arabia) used to always tell me to get my party pants on. Here's a story about my party pants.
Mike and I made pies last night. I've been experimenting with different ways to make crumb-topped cherry pie, and I really think you need to boil the juice to thicken it, but since I was using frozen cherries, there was no liquid to boil, so I just hoped for the best.
When it was time to go to the party, we got in the car--all decked out in our Christmas best, Mike in a sweater*, Joy in a cute jumper and her patent leather shoes, and me in my party pants and faux bling earrings--and we headed to the Heerema Helser party, me with the one big pie on my lap. They were cooked--hard, crunchy crumb topping. Anyway, halfway there, I notice that some of the liquid had oozed out and was on my gloves, keys (that were in my lap) and splashed on my thigh. "Ooh," I thought...undercooked pie...runny. I just sat in the mess until we got there--not much else I could do.
Mike pulled in the Heerema's driveway. I thought I'd just use some snow to brush off the sticky cherry runniness. So I jump out and notice...that...the mess...was bigger than I had thought...I was actually sitting in a puddle of sticky cherry goo, and my pants reflected that--cherry goo from my lap to my back. I didn't think the chances were that great that someone would be looking outside so I just real quick wiped snow all over myself. Then Katie runs outside laughing and it turns out everyone was watching. Hmm...I didn't have any extra party pants on hand. I ran around in my sticky pants for a while, trying to take care of my tired baby--putting her in the Heerema's pack 'n' play for a nap. I sat down on a paper towel to see it turn pink. Fortunately, Nancy let me borrow a pair of pants for the rest of the party. Good thing because by then, the goo had dripped down to my ankles! Hopefully our other Christmas parties go better...I can't say that this incident didn't throw me.
*side note--Mike really wanted a tacky Christmas sweater so we went to the thrift shop yesterday, but we couldn't find anything of the sort! What we did get was a wagon wheel. no joke! We put it out front. I think it looks sweet--definitely livens up our lack of bushes. It was only $5! That would have been a sweet white elephant gift, but I couldn't part with it. We're still on the look-out for a tacky men's Christmas sweater, though.
That's a great story. Now I suppose you know what Joy feels like with a blow out diaper.
Speaking of pies, I remember one time we were taking a pie (french silk) to some friends along with a meal. We needed to stop by somewhere else first and since I was holding the pie to keep it safe I sat it on the seat to run inside. I thought to myself, 'don't sit on the pie when you come back'. Well, I didn't sit on the pie because my wonderful husband had picked it up so I could sit down. However, when I opened the car door the automatic seat belt moved forward hitting his hand and causing the pie to spill all over the floor. No french silk this time.
Hey Jackie, about the runny pie issue, I suggest using minute tapioca. It goes well with fruit pies since it doesn't have too much flavor of its own and it should also thicken it up with out making the pie too gooey or pasty.
You guys make me smile!
HA! I am just getting around to reading your blog since I have been so busy with the baby lately...thanks for the party pants shout-out- that brought back fun memories! Hope we can get together and bust out the party pants when I am back in the country!!! xoxo