And...well...lame.
So I thought I'd think of something completely different to talk about: Time travel [insert cheesy comment, i.e. "Leap into the past" here].
Michael and I were talking the other day about when we would want to live if we could choose any era/decade/time period. While we both thought it would be fun to try a week in various time periods (provided we could choose our socioeconomic status), such as the Renaissance, the Industrial Revolution, a Jane Austen book (oh, wait, maybe that one was just me)... we both agreed that we thought we could spend some serious time in the stereotypical 50's.
My initial vision was something Pleasantville-esque. Me in a dress and heels and half apron pulling dinner out of the oven as Michael dutifully walked up the lane of our perfectly manicured lawn, past Bobby and Sue Ann who are playing cooperatively in the front yard. In his still-crisply pressed suit, Michael hands me his briefcase and hangs his hat as he walks in the door in a "Honey, I'm home!" sort of way. Fantastic Etta James music would playing as a soundtrack.
And then I figured..."hey...bo-ring!"
So I popped that bubble, and we started talking about why we'd choose the 50s. For one thing, Michael and I are both believers in gender roles. Not in a women-oppressive kind of way, but in a traditional, Michael brings home the bacon and I cook it for dinner, kind of way. In the 50s, this was still the societal norm.
Another thing we liked was that this was the apple-pie-and-baseball time of life in America that we picture the country is supposed to be like. (And, like I said, we're going off of the stereotype here, so don't burst the dream bubble.) It was a time of neighborhood get-togethers, casseroles and jello-rings, dresses and suits, holiday parties, good music, family barbeques and wholesome values.
Sure, no time period is perfect, but this was about as stereotypically perfect as we could picture.
What would you choose?
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I'd have to go with medieval times, and instead of a coming home from work, Mike would be returning from a pillaging campaign; instead of a briefcase he would hand you his double-sided axe; and instead of Emily pulling dinner out of the oven in an apron, the servants would present you both with a roasted pig whilst the court jesters leaped and frolicked--after all, it is leap day!
I'm pretty soundly convinced that the dinner that would be pulled out of the oven in the fifties senario would be none other than moist-flesh-loaf. I can see it now:
Emily tries to secrete some juice from an apple which squirts its juice onto some chuncky loins making them moist. The chuncky loins are then whizzed into the bossom of the oven. The oven is then shut tight as a sphinceter. After two hours a nice warm moist-flesh-loaf is ready.
Ok, that is just gross.
Hey Emily,
This is Steph, Adam's recipe suggestion friendola :) Which recipe was suggested? Have you tried it yet? I hope whatever it is, it works out for ya! First off, CONGRATULATIONS on getting married! Isn't it just the best?! Thanks for your comment. My little picture designs were created on a digital scrapbooking program I got for Christmas from my thoughtful hubby, Sean. It's called Memory Mixer (kinda cheesy) but it makes me laugh because whenever I am working on a page and Sean walks in he always askes, "Are you mixing some memories?" I can give you more info if you're interested in looking into it :) Happy Leap Day :)
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