Forty Years is a Good Long Stretch
July 3, 2014
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. We're nearing, now, the time of summer when the heat comes and there's a stretch of afternoon when time melts and so does the line between you and the air. It's comin', but it ain't here yet, and today was a day close to perfect: sun, low humidity, wind and billowing white clouds. You can feel summer on your skin the way winter shows up in your bones, and it makes people wanna take off their clothes and jump in a lake, and I say, why not?
Excitement is in the air. I can't wait. I'm going to all three days of A Prairie Home Companion's 40th Anniversary Celebration. Gonna wander about, and eat barbecued chicken and frozen yogurt, something with cheese, something on a stick, and something I've never tried before. Going to sing, too, and dance if I might; listen to discussions about old times, participate in a few myself; do a little shopping and get myself a T-shirt and a good book or two over at Common Good Books; going to find a place on the Great Lawn and lay my blanket down and open a cream soda and watch all the people all around. Might even doze off awhile, there in the sun, and have a little dream about a Great Family Reunion, and everyone is invited.
There's something deeply satisfying about being out and about among the people who live where you live, and those visiting who once lived here, or who wish to live here and will one day. You add some music and some good food and, regardless of the weather, everything is as it should be for as long as it all lasts. One humdinger of a good time, people, and when the stars come out I'll drive on home and sleep awhile, enough to get it going to do it all again.
Forty Years is a good long stretch for anyone to do anything, let alone doing it up great. Forty Years. I was a child when this show began, and I hope to be an old woman when it ends. Can't imagine my life without Saturday evenings in the kitchen, radio cranked up loud, laughing out loud as Mr. Keillor tells stories and I mix up the muffins, a sip of wine here and there, and a dance or two before it's all said and done. Sometimes Mr. S will waltz with me for a minute or two, but if it's a jitterbug, or anything resembling a polka, I'm on my own. Which is fine by me. Long as the music plays, that's where you'll find me, and I'll keep an eye out for ya.
Here's one for after the cookout. Something on the decadent side, but almost no work at all.
Cheryl's Crème de Menthe Cake
1 white cake mix
¼ cup crème de menthe
1 can Hershey fudge sauce
2 tsp crème de menthe
8 oz Cool Whip
Mix cake according to directions, using crème de menthe as part of the liquid.
Bake and cool.
Spread fudge sauce over.
Mix 2 tsp crème de menthe with Cool Whip.
Make a day ahead, and refrigerate.