Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Kitchen Magic With Family

On the third day of Thanksgiving week,
the Blond Duck sang off key
"I'm grateful for my buddy Libby!"

Well, I'm not just grateful for my buddy Libby, though I do adore her. I'm also grateful for my buddies Marie and Emma (seen above. We were in a pie coma.)

These three women are essential to my life, and the first ones I turn to for very different reasons. Poor Libby gets the brunt of my whining, not that poor Emma and Marie get their fair share. But not only did Libby have to deal with me sitting on her desk and pestering her for two years, she had to deal with me dragging her over to my house as often as she had a moment in her busy social calender.

Marie often gets e-mails full of my brilliant ideas and questions about cooking. I truly believe we're kindred artistic souls--she understands things a lot of people don't about me. I love when I catch her on instant messenger and talk for a minute before I scurry off to work.

I met Emma at a writing conference. Every since then, she's shifted through pages and pages of my work and offered tons of encouragement and support. If I hadn't had her, I might have given up on writing long ago. She also listened to weeks of whining about my job and other issues.

I like to whine.

Even the Babies understand the importance of friends, as you can clearly see with Bear and the Dolphin. They've become so attached the Dolphin now follows Bear to bed every night.

And, Invisible Friends, I have to thank you. People like Prudy, Lucy, the Noble Pig, Grace, Marjie, Bunny, Jane, Linda, Kelly, Katherine, Jen and Candy supported me back when no one was reading. They were the first to like all my stories, and have offered nothing but encouragement and support. You all mean a lot to me, and I strive to make you all happy every day.

Also, considering I just ate four of them, I'm very appreciative of biscuits and all breakfast foods, including my beloved waffles.

Biscuits are tasty.

I need to get on the treadmill now.

And now, a new edition of "Kitchen Magic". To read the previous edition, go here.

"Who's here?" Sprinkles looked up from the chocolate chips cookie and peanut butter sandwich she had just made.

"My family!" Bizzy hissed, banging her head against the window. "They're here three days early! Why are they here three days early?"

"Ask them, not me." The fairy licked her lips and shoved the cookie sandwich in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed and she fell back on the counter, a smear of peanut butter and chocolate spreading from her lips to her mouth. "That is so good," she mumbled in a state of reverence. "That is sooooooooooo good. I'm going to need three more of these." She sat up and began to try to shove the jar of peanut butter behind her wings.

"Would you stop eating and help me?" Bizzy snapped. "What am I going to do?" Her eyes widened and she moaned in dismay. "What am I going to do with you? Oh God!"

"With me?" Sprinkles looked up from shoving the sixth cookie behind her left wing. "I think the question is what I'm doing with you. I live here. This is my kitchen."

Bizzy rolled her eyes. "You're going to have to hide," she growled, watching her father try to peer through the wrong side of the peephole. "If they see you, everything will go to pot."

"You don't even know how to work a pot," Sprinkles retorted. "That's why I'm here." She hummed with glee and took another bite of her cookie sandwich. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstasy and she let out a very improper moan.

"Would you stop that?" Bizzy hissed, her cheeks flaming red. "You sound disgusting!"

"You would to if you were eating this," Sprinkles drawled, licking the peanut butter and chocolate off her fingers. "It's completely SINFUL." She sucked the mixture off her finger and exhaled deeply. Bizzy yelped as her parents knocked on the door.

"Bizzy?" her father's voice called. "Bizzy, are you here?"

"Hide!" Bizzy squeaked, clomping toward the door in her impractical fall boots. She pulled the old wooden door open and forced a smile on her face. "Mom, Dad! You're early!"

"We're sorry," her Mom apologized, stepping inside. "We heard the weather was going to be bad and wanted to beat the traffic."

"Plus, we wanted to help," her father boomed, his deep voice filling the tiny cabin. He looked around and raised his bushy eyebrows, ducking through the door. "Well, it's uh, charming, isn't it? Think it'll hold everyone?"

"Everyone?" Bizzy echoed, feeling her blood pressure beginning to rise. "There's just 11 of us, right? My brothers, grandma and grandpa, ya'll and me. That's 11."

Her dad grinned sheepishly at her. "Well....."

"Well what?" Bitty exploded.

"Your dad's sisters are coming with their husbands," her mother murmured. "And their children."

"And Uncle Bob," her dad added, his bushy eyebrows threatening to crawl off his face.

Bizzy took a deep breath, hoping her heart wouldn't explode into a million pieces all over the room. It was either that or screaming and bashing her skull into the hardest wall she could find.

"Mom, dad has seven sisters. And they each have four to five kids. And Uncle Bob is an alcoholic."

"And Mary," her mother added, shrinking back as Bizzy's neck physically twitched.

"And Bob's lesbian ex-wife," Bizzy muttered, biting the inside of her cheeks. Feel the pain, she thought to herself. Feel the pain. Feel the pain so you don't cause pain. Causing pain is bad. After another deep breath, she was able to keep her words calm. "Mom, this dinner is going to need to feed nearly 50. I don't have that kind of money."

"We're going to chip in," her mother said, her forehead wrinkling with worry and shame. "I'm sorry honey, we weren't trying to make you feel like you had to provide for all of us. They're just going on some hard times and your Daddy invited Sarah and she invited Mary and...well, you know how that goes."

"I know," Bizzy repeated numbly. She couldn't even peel a carrot, and she had to cook dinner for 50 people on $100. Even with a kitchen fairy, this was going to be impossible. Her chest was tight and her stomach felt as though it had been turned into a blender of acid. Any moment, she was going to be ill all over her shoes.

A loud clash rang out from the kitchen. Her dad's fuzzy eyebrows knit together and he rushed toward the noise.

Bizzy felt her heart drop to her toes and gasped. Sprinkles.

"No!" she cried, running after her dad. "Don't go in there!"

She heard her Dad swear and shout, "Wow! Oh Wow!"

To be continued.....

Tomorrow, we have a doubly delicious treat: an ode to the Blond Duck's favorite Thanksgiving foods and a delicious recipe AND a new Kitchen Magic. And by popular request, Twirl on Friday! Stay tuned for the end of Kitchen Magic this weekend and a look at the Blond Duck's Christmas decorations...remember, nothing is what it seems in the Pond! One more day until Thanksgiving!


Abounader Photography said...

I am super grateful for my friends too.. furry or otherwise. I wish it hadn't taken me so long in life to find them..

alexandra's kitchen said...

Oh no! Is he going to discover Sprinkles?! This is such a fun story. Sprinkles is darling.

I was scrolling down your site looking for Miss Pickles, and then realized Miss Pickles had said goodbye. For now, at least. Anyway, I've such fun creations on your site this week — those pancakes look fabulous!

Ingrid said...

Can't wait to see what deliciousness Sprinkles was up to in the Kitchen!

YES! Twirl!
Happy Thanksgiving!

Pam said...

Friends are so important - even if they are invisible friends. Looking forward to the next installment of Bizzy and Sprinkles. Happy Thanksgiving.

Tiaras and Tantrums said...

great friend!
Happy Thanksgiving- I just made pumpkin pancakes for the family!

Marie said...

Ohhhhh, what's going to happen next!!! I can't wait, I can't wait, I CAN'T WAIT!!! Duckie, you are my favouritest Duckie friend of all. I just adore you and I don't mind you whining at all. That's what friends are for!!! Oh gosh I'll be hearing Elton John and his cohorts singing that for the rest of the evening...Whatever did I do!!! OH well, tis ok, there's worse songs to think about like, What if God was One of Us . . . ummm...NO< now I'm singing that one in my head, stop me before my head explodes! I need a cookie . . . I need peanut butter . . . I NEED CHOCOLATE! Happy Thanksgiving sweet friend! XXOO HUGGLES!

Lore said...

Although In Europe we don't celebrate Thanksgiving I always thought it's a great holiday. We should think more often about the things we are thankful for and appreciate them more, not just take them for grated. Friends are one of these treasures that we couldn't do without. Happy Thanksgiving Duckie!

Cathy said...

Oh, I'm on the edge of my seat! Spotty handheld internet connection, don't fail me the rest of the week! I love your story, and your tribute to your friends. Ain't nothing like good girlfriends! I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Duckie!

Greg C said...

I love my invisable friends too. Enjoy this Thanksgiving, there is talk of banning it. For pete's sake, it's always something.

Marjie said...

He found food, didn't he, Duckie! Of course you would think of a lesbian ex-wife. How much funnier could it be?

Thank you for enjoying my Thanksgiving list (ripoff of you). I think you're wonderful! Love and hugs to you, Ben and the pups!

Nanny Goats In Panties said...

I am a total bread freak. Carbs are my weakness, my heroin, my drug of choice. Biscuit? OMG I LOVE biscuits, and pie, and - I'm sorry, I have to stop talking about it, or the next thing you know, I'll be on the phone with my sponsor.

Theresa said...

Thank god for friends.. They listen when we need a shoulder to lean on!! Enjoy your Thanksgiving :)

Lorraine E said...

Haha I just realised after the peanut butter and cookie incident that I have a lot in common with Sprinkles. Happy Thanksgiving! :D

Bobbi Jo said...

I too am grateful for my friends, furry, invisible and all. You are so talented and I love reading your posts. Happy Thanksgiving!
Hugs, Bobbi Jo

The W.O.W. factor said...

What a wonderful Thankful post to your friends! Friends are such a blessing to surround ourselves with.
Don't eat TOO much tomorrow! some for the day after!
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving Blond Duck!

Balance, Joy and Delicias! said...

such a sweet post! Having good friends is so important in life!!! ^_^
happy thanksgving!

Reeni said...

Did sprinkles cook a turkey or something? It's official, I've read my first story on your site and your a terrific writer. I'm staying tuned. Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Pumpkin said...

Is there anything better than a fresh baked biscuit? I don't think so... unless it's a fresh baked biscuit topped with lots of gravy!

Magnolia Wedding Planner said...

First of all you are lucky to have those wonderful friends! I hope that my istant messenger will work again soon :-) so we can chat a little bit! ;-)
Second..wowowowo! this story is what? I'm hoping to read the rest soon!!!!

Michelle said...


Have a WONDERFUL Thanksgiving!

Michelle, Mocha and Quincy :)

noble pig said...

You know, in Oregon is a winery called Duck Pond reminded me of you.

Great story and I love that you entered the kitchen theme in your writing!

Just awesome!

Lucy said...

Friendships mean the world to me and so happy that you're in my life ;-)


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