Choup and Sili

Last night was a Choup and Sili supper at my apartment. Followed by presents, and no one even made me sing Jingle Bells to get them!

We had Baked Potato Soup (as well as Nana's chili) and it was FAB! It is a WW recipe, so it's very exact. We messed with it a bit, thereby completely nullifying the Points value, but we weren't counting last night (points OR glasses of wine!).

Baked Potato Soup
Points: 5
Cook Time: 70 min.

Soup:
1/4 tsp. black pepper
1/2 tsp. table salt
1 bulb of garlic
3 pounds potatoes
1 1/2 tbsp. fresh thyme, chopped
4 cups chicken broth

Toppings:
6 tbsp. reduce fat sour cream
6 tbsp. scallions, sliced
6 tbs. low fat shredded cheese
6 slices turkey bacon

Bake potatoes until tender when pierced. Let cool enough to handle.

Peel potatoes and mash in large sauce pan with garlic until smooth. Gradually stir in salt, pepper, thyme, and chicken broth. Heat while stirring. (Erin's note: the recipe said 5-10 minutes. But after 5-10 minutes it still looked like potatoes in chicken broth and I was mad. After about 20 minutes of it thickening it looked and smelled fab. )

Serving sive: 1 1/3 cup soup, add toppings
Serves 6

I forgot to post this cuteness.

Because it looked like he had so much fun doing it at home, and because baking was my FAVORITE thing to do when I was little...


And, randomly...John and me at the Bedlam game...

NOWHERE near as cute.

Since last we blogged...

The Deltas are "outie" (no, I'm not kidding).

FEMA is here. With bottled water. LOTS of it.

Power is still intermittent at best in my apartment and non-existent elsewhere in Norman.

It's snowing.....

The Apocolypse and the Tri-Delts

So as many of you know, Norman looks like Courier and Ives went to Sarajevo. There is ice on everything and its strangely pretty while it looks like we got bombed and absolutely no trees were spared. Pansy can't figure out where she's allowed to potty because there is a 12 foot radius of grass and everything else is tree limbs and ice shards. She's not a fan.

In response to the terrorist attacks Mother Nature has waged on us, there is little power available. I had no idea how boring it must have been back in the day. I mean, SERIOUSLY. I am now one of the lucky ones to HAVE power (although only sporadically as my transformer has to be turned off at night to allow other transformers the chance to boot up or something, according to OG&E who I am pretty sure are liars).

This means that there are 8 Tri-Delts at my apartment.

That's a lot.

My cousin Elizabeth does not have power and was told she probably won't for 6 to 9 more days. She and her roommates as well as another apartment full of Deltas are essentially homeless as they wander from house to house seeking power and hot water. They have landed with me for, it appears, the duration. I knew that futon and hide-a-bed sofa were magnets for disaster.

So last night I forgot I was old and stayed up with the Deltas until 2 freaking 30 in the morning. I couldn't help it, I was sucked into their vortex. Please don't get me wrong, individually these girls are wonderful and the one I have a genetic claim on is simply amazing. But as a group--as a group of Deltas--they are a little much.

Dear Jesus, please turn the power on in East Norman.

Love, Erin.

The scene at my apartment complex on Monday...

Editor's Note:

1. No Mother, I did not lose the key. The guys from Physical Plant (maintenance) lost it.

2. The key has been miraculously found. I think they told the guy they would "Mangino" him.

3. I am the Walker Center Coordinator. Basically? I am a dorm principal. I know, be jealous.

News people!

OK, so if you are a Big Al reader, this is not as exciting.

But I got a job! And it is finally public! So everyone I told over Thanksgiving, you are free from my "this is a Deathstar secret because it hasn't been announced yet" speech.

Today is my first day. So far the master key from my building has been lost and I just returned from a meeting where they told me it was going to cost $30,000 to replace all locks in the building and I needed a plan for key replacement by tomorrow morning.

Welcome to the Big Leagues.

I have also spent the morning writing icebreakers that have caused Abby to question me.


My current fave:

Would you rather live in a country where the currency was NIlla Wafers

OR

The national anthem was "Celebration"?

Things to consider: ATMs, The Oympics