Wednesday's Dinner

As you recall, Aunt Kathy had UPS'd something perishable for my birthday...TRIPLE-INFINITY-NOM!! The one we ate last night was the chocolate covered apple with nuts and caramel. Aunt Kathy said you could only eat a quarter of it in a sitting. It would seem Fatass and LuvBacon were able to eat all of it...so good!!

Prior to that though, I had a bunch of veggies that I wanted to grill. I made a marinade of:

1/2 cup Foo-Foo olive oil (aka, the good stuff)
1/3 balsamic
2 Tbs Kecky's herbed red swine vinegar
1 Tsp Kosher salt
2 cloves of garlic, minced

While grilling, I basted them twice with the marinade.

Served them with leftover Food-Of-The-Gods.

Veggies before:



Veggies after:



Guess what time it is???...That's right, time for another exciting episode of THE HUNT FOR KASA KECKY! In our last episode, the Keckys began the process of shopping for a loan. We decided to go with Richard-The-Money-Giver at Wells Fartgo at a 30-year fixed at 5.25%. Not so fast there, Lil Miss...We received an e-mail from Tim-I-Really-Want-Your-Business at Guarantee Mortgage. Tim is offering us a 30-year fixed at 5.125%. Sounds like a good deal to us, only Tim is a broker and not tied to any bank so we need to weigh that all out. Lynnea-Our-Kickass-Agent highly recommends Tim. She's not a fan of the broker in general, but she's known Tim for some time and has used him in her last two deals and he's come through like a champ. So Poppy e-mailed Richard-The-Money-Giver to let him know we've had another offer. He can't match Tim-I-Really-Want-Your-Business' rate but swears we can't go wrong with Wells. I've filled out applications for both companies and later today will most likely turn over our paperwork to Tim and see how it goes.

It's all good, but it's making the Kecky's tired...

Let's talk a minute about office kitchen etiquette. I know it's the same in every office that has a common area or kitchen, but why is it that once some folks get to the office, it's as if they were raised by wolves?? And in every office there is a sign that says "Your Mother doesn't work here..." Then there are two or three of us that are the ones that alaways are cleaning up after the wild pack of wolves. Every time we see something like this, we're just dumbfounded. This ranks right up there with the time someone put a slice of pizza in the toaster and caused a cheese fire.



Bye bye.