Many of you (a-hem) have asked where I got those last wide-leg jeans I purchased a couple of weeks ago, which are the cat's mee-yoww. The answer: Macy's. And no, my close, personal friend who emailed me, Clinton Kelly, did not influence me to buy them there. Not very much. But did you know that his picture is up inside their dressing rooms? I have to tell you that for me, that's bordering on inapprorpriateness, now that we're close personal friends and all.
Secondly, the blouses I purchased at B. Moss, my favorite store. As we said in the 70s, "B. Moss is tuff." So was Kurt Russell.
Next, approximately that same number of "many of you" asked for the recipe to my drug of choice, the chocolate-peanut buttah-oatmeal no-bakes. So I'monna give it to y'all, in the voice of Pawla Deen:
Melt yaself 1/2 c. buttah or 1/2 c. mahgarine.
1/4 c. cocoa
2 c. white sugah
1/2 c. milk
Boll 3 minutes at a rollin' boll.
Rahmove from heat.
Ay-udd ya some:
1/2 c. peanut buttah
1 t. vanilla
a pinch of sawlt
3 c. quick-cookin' oats
Drop onto foll or wax papah to cool.
Gotta love the Paulas:
I'm honored to showcase the award given to me by Marsha at Just Me, who was born and bred in my hometown of Muncie, Indiana, but ditched us, forcing us to deal with the likes of Erik Estrada and La Toya Jackson on Armed and Famous without her. That's OK, Marsh, I still have the Munsonian love for ya. I don't deserve the award, but then--I'm a taker, so says my husband, (it's true) so thank you, Marsha. Please continue to share a 2nd cup with your old homie.