
Last week we went to Sam's with great intentions of buying all kinds of discount groceries, but all the packages were just too big for us. Here's what we ended up with: beer, pig, and candy. I'd have bought a flat screen, but Ned has me on a budget.




We have a lot of catch up blogging to do, now that my computer problems are temporarily resolved. Monday we had an overnight getaway to Mobile. Ned had a meeting, and I tagged along to scout the city for the SFA. We stayed at the Battle House Hotel, which has just reopened after 30 years of closed doors. It was beautiful. On a historical note, Stephen Douglas stayed there the night he lost the election to Lincoln. Elvis also stayed there in 1952 when he was kicked of stage for "wiggling" in Mobile.
I didn't have to pen the letter to Apple after all! I just called back, encountered a kinder, gentler customer service agent, killed him with kindness myself, and there's a new computer on its way to me in the mail. Yay! It was really breaking my heart to think that my only recourse would be to go back to a PC... Ned, we may be back on for the iPhone.




The wrap-up: The Cardinals won in the bottom of the 9th. We ordered delicious Imo's pizza with provelle cheese for dinner. And, Mary Beth scored five free tickets for us to attend to the Taste of St. Louis from a nice guy in the hotel lobby.

Found on Saturday, nestled in between our front door and the screen: a black widow. I just thought it was a spider, and wanted it removed on principle. Ned recognized it as a black widow, because of the red spots (visible in this photo) and a check with Google and National Geographic (see here) confirms. We'll let you guess who was the super-brave half of Team Mitchell. One of us walked around the house to open the screen door and stood outside repeating, "Did you get it? Did you get it?" The other one of us braved the black widow and knocked the spider and its web outside into the garden using a broom. As creepy as it was, we just couldn't bear to kill it. That is, we couldn't bear to kill it until (1) we watched the National Geographic video and (2) after giving it a free pass, it re-appeared in our doorway on Monday. Then we killed it, with no qualms.
Living in Vicksburg, we don't get out to eat much. But we at at home like royalty. (This month's credit card statement, with all its grocery store charges, proves it.) Here's a glimpse of Ned's lunch on Sunday: bbq ribs (a first recipe attempt, which will certainly be repeated), field peas (loyal blog readers will remember them from our weekend of shucking), and homemade French bread (we've mastered it now, and Atkins has no place in our diet). Not visible on the other side of Ned's plate: German potato salad (a recipe from One Potato, Two Potato) and whole wheat pita (eaten with homemade baba ghanouj in a separate container). Interestingly, these were all leftovers. Ned likes leftovers. Mary Beth hates them--both on principal (who wants to eat the same meal twice?) and because of boredom--what do I do with myself on the weekends if I'm not cooking? Today Ned leaves for a work trip. Don't worry; there will be no other boring meal posts this week, because Mary Beth will enjoy three days of an exclusive cereal diet.
They served us well over the summer, but today the zinnias had to go. Last year, we enjoyed beautiful flowers all the way through Thanksgiving. This year, the combination of horrible heat and drought in July, followed by a wet, wet August, left us with scraggly flowers whose leaves were covered with fungus spots. Yuck. So this evening we picked all the blooms left available, and pulled up the rest of the plants as the sun set on us. Somehow, removing them in the dark seemed less tragic. I guess it's because we couldn't see all the flowers we missed at picking time.

Earlier this week, I went on a staff retreat with my SFA friends: Amy, Melissa, and John T. We gathered in a house with a mouse (but no cell phone reception), and plotted the future of the SFA with a couple of tall boys. And we ate lunch here, in Potts Camp. It took us about an hour to find it (because the GPS was conveniently left in the purse I didn't bring), but the visit to Flick's was well worth the drive. You could eat lunch, fill the car with gas, and even buy a cookbook at the candy register. Plus, a twelve pack of PBR in this town was just $7; we got the "no tax" special.


Introducing the newest addition to our kitchen collection: the Le Creuset wok. We purchased it as an anniversary gift to ourselves when we vacationed in St. Augustine, because they have great outlet stores nearby! Now Wednesday's china night can be celebrated with real Asian food. Not pictured: free cheese grater.

Congratulations--your age divided by the number of sisters your mom has approximates pi! Most likely, this will never happen again, so enjoy your special day.


When we returned from the beach, Ned hadn't shaved in over a week. He was not quite a full-beard stage (thank goodness!), but he was still pretty scruffy. We decided to try out a few new looks for him as he shaved in stages. Here are the results, prison photo style, with our verdicts. Full beard: no way. Goatee: better, but not good. 70s mustache: hysterically funny, but shaved after only 3 short minutes because it freaked us both out.

Without a bakery in Vicksburg, I've finally started making good use of all the bread-baking books and bowls and gadgets that my siblings gave me for Christmas two years ago. Friday night was our first attempt at French bread. It worked. We're still a bit amazed, as we've never had first-try bread work out before. Now that we've mastered Italian Ciabatta and French baguettes, we're going to work on conquering another European country's baking traditions.
On Wednesday, while Ned was in DC, I drafted our Fantasy Football team with friends in Vicksburg. They had arranged to take over the sports bar, and we had the computers hooked up to the overhead projectors, with ample beer on the table and even a basket or two of chicken wings. The whole scene was very intimidating. My first round draft pick was the first to elicit groans (yeah, I got a Manning), and we were thoroughly pounded in our first week of play, but at least I'm not the owner of a broken Tom Brady or a whiny Brett Favre.
Construction is really moving along on the church. It should open this year, I think. The original building was torn down just a couple of weeks prior to Katrina in 2005. Post-storm financial contributions from Gulf Coast Ole Miss alums dried up, and it's only now (three years later) that we're nearing the construction finish line.