My title sounds so nice, romantic even, doesn't it? We had supper by candlelight due to a power outage. My menu for the night included deer tenderloin/gravy which I had cooking in the crock pot, mashed potatoes, corn, and biscuits. The smell of the tenderloin and gravy cooking were making my mouth water this afternoon around 3:30. I had the potatoes laid out on the bar already, waiting to cook them closer to time for supper. That was my plan! The power flickered a few times this afternoon, but didn't go completely off that time. The next time it flickered, our lights were out for over 3 hours. So, Scot lit one of the eyes on my gas/electric stove and I cooked supper. We enjoyed our supper of grilled cheese sandwiches, pickles, and chips while smelling the meat that would have been done had the power stayed on! Oh well, I now have part of our meal prepared for tomorrow night. Claire (Deacon Harold's daughter) called. Their power was out also. I led her to believe that our power wasn't out. I told her to tell her daddy that if he'd be nicer to his pastors wife, he wouldn't have to live in the dark so much. She relayed the message; I heard him laughing in the background. He probably prefers the dark over being nice to me! Ha. I finally fessed up and told the truth. (after I'd had my fun) Ole Harold will celebrate his 50th birthday this weekend, and boy, am I ready for that! I'll be 50 one of these days, so I know that we reap what we sow, but by the time I'm 50, he'll be so old, he'll forget about what I do to him anyway. Yea, I have a mean streak! (if you've not read about Harold and all the fun we've had with him, you can find the stories here on past posts!) He's a hoot!
This is the card I bought for him. He never gets on the computer, so it's safe for me to share.