Red Hot Sheepie

Sometimes a theme presents itself. Other times themes don't present themselves and then I have to make one up. But this is one of those times when I could work with the theme and we always celebrate those blogging days, don't we?

Our theme of the day? Red. Bright, blazing red.

The thermometer is showing a great deal of red these days. I knew this was going to happen. We had the chilliest summer in recent memory and shivered our way through June and July. I only just took the flannel sheets off the bed a few weeks ago. And now, right on time for school to start up and trap me in a room with a bunch of sweating teenagers, the weather takes a turn for the warm. The humidity, probably feeling left out, has also stopped by for a visit. The current temperature in the living room is 84 degrees, not such a horrible thing, but the moisture in the air makes it feel like soup.

I haven't gotten much done today. I'm not a strong swimmer. I'm afraid if I try to move through this air that I will drown right in my own kitchen.

Yesterday was also a muggy sort of day but I didn't mind it so much. Just when it got so bad I thought I'd melt into a grumpy puddle, I hopped in the car, blasted the A/C and headed over to Mommy and Daddy Sheep's house. From there, we all traveled to the annual lobster feed sponsored by my father's former place of hire.

There is nothing like the breeze coming off the ocean as you enjoy the marina views. I don't know how you'd top that...

Well, maybe I do. A big ol' tray covered in red lobsters, steamers, corn and other assorted side dishes might improve an already delightful evening. I'm not saying that I couldn't consume two lobsters in one sitting. I'm sure that I could. But I always save one to take home for lobster rolls. A lobster feed is kind of like Thanksgiving. The best part is always in the leftovers.

In case you were wondering, I will solve the mystery of The Perfect Lobster Roll. The recipe is a bit complicated so you might want to print it out or take notes. It goes like this: Take your nice red lobster and pick off the meat. Shred or chop it a bit. Add just enough mayo to hold it together. Put it on a sub roll. Or a hot dog roll. You may have lettuce if you wish. It's better that way but I don't want to tell you how to eat your lobster roll.

I'm sure that there are a few people out there who are saying, "But, Sheepie! I went to a fancy pants restaurant and had a lobster roll with capers, truffles and shaved gold. That was surely the finest lobster roll ever created. I know because they charged me forty gazillion dollars for it!"

Feel free to your opinion. I'm just sayin'. Lobster. Mayonnaise. Bread. The End.

Also in the "red" family, we have my latest dishcloth. I whipped up another Darrell Waltrip since those seem to come together so quickly. This may be the one that ends my dishcloth frenzy for well and for good, however. It isn't my favorite. It's a dishcloth so it doesn't have to be high art or anything. Beauty is optional in a dishcloth. But I don't think I love this one. The colors just didn't seem to work with the pattern very well, in my opinion.

It looks like I used it to clean up the crime scene.

That's OK. If I ever really do need to clean up a crime scene, I suppose it would be nice to have a designated DNA moppin' cloth. I can't honestly foresee a need for one. I'm a pretty law abiding citizen and have never once had thoughts of dastardly deeds. Maybe it will work for spilled pizza sauce or a tightly sealed jam jar thrown in anger...

I'm sure that I could think of other things in the red family if I put my mind to it. But it's still really hot and my brain has started flashing the "check fluids" light. I think I need a beverage before I blow a gasket or something. I hear that's an expensive repair. There is also no sign of this ending any time soon, so I'd best pace myself.

We don't want that needle to go into the red zone, now do we? Having a new cleaning cloth is not enough to justify a 'sploding head.

SA