A Snowman, Mr. Bean, and Salmonella

The kids have been enjoying the snow lately.....mostly at Grandma & Grandpa's house because I haven't ventured out with them {grandpa & Danny will}. I remember how much I loved playing in the snow growing up. I could stay out there for hours- probably because I never had to 1) shovel it 2) drive in it 3)clean up the mess I made when I came in from playing in it, and 4) make my own hot chocolate. Playing in the snow now.....not so much. Maybe it's because I don't actually own any "snow clothes" and therefore get soaking wet the moment my foot touches the snow and then proceeds to sink down, down, down until I'm up to at least my knees {in our backyard, anyway}. Also, I think toting around a 6 month old in sub-zero temperatures has something to do with my aversion to snow play this year. Ah, well. Daddy's better at making snow forts anyway.

Last night Matt & I went with my family to the Tabernacle Choir Christmas concert at the Conference Center. Amazing! Even in spite of the fact that we were WAY up in the balcony and sat in front of a 102 year old lady {okay, maybe she wasn't THAT old} who kept talking on her cell phone in "old lady whisper", a.k.a. shouting. It was still amazing! The most amazing thing was that The King's Singers performed as well. I grew up listening to this group & have always loved their voices. HOWEVER, I did not realize that Rowan Atkinson was a member of The King's Singers! Come on, you can't tell me he doesn't look like Mr. Bean. Just a little. His accent and British humor made me even more sure that they must be somehow related.

Today I did a demo at the Ogden {gasp} Dillard's. Ghetto. Sorry if I offend any Ogden readers, but seriously. Ghetto. I was demonstrating how to make homemade pasta with the pasta attachment, and I had one employee who would not leave me alone. Whenever there was a lull between customers she was all up in my business.

Her: "Show me how it works again."

Me: "I just made some. I can't use up all my dough just for you."

Her: "Can I taste some?"

Me: "Only if you want to get Salmonella."

Her: "Oh, I eat raw pasta dough all the time. I love it."

Me: "I doubt it."

Her: "Well, just save everything you make & come find me when you're done. I'll take it home and have it for dinner tonight."

Me: "I think that customer over there needs your help."