Ode to the humble hot dog!

Tonight it was pigs in a blanket. And the ketchup was served like this:



The pigs were crazy easy. Two cups of heartsmart bisquick, 1/2 cup of skim milk. Mix together and roll out into a 12x12" square. Cut into 12 4x3" rectangles and wrap around 12 hotdogs. Bake at 325 for 10 minutes. Tada! Betcha didn't know I was such a culinary genius, huh?

Gimme a break. I'm tired. The party was a smashing success except for all the leftovers. Seriously. RSVP. Répondez s'il vous plaît. Sometimes I feel very old when I feel the need to critique people's manners. But I'm trying to give people the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they honestly don't know what it means. Maybe they think they only have to call if they are coming. But here's my Miss Manners lesson for the day. Even if you are not coming, it is still expected (and gracious) to rsvp. That way the host/ess knows that they don't have to plan food or whatever for you. In this day and age so many people don't rsvp that you almost *have* to plan for the non-responders. Ask me about the birthday party where I didn't. Well actually I did, but I didn't plan for the sheer number of people who showed up without rsvp'ing. Legendary disaster.

But really. If you are invited to a party, cut the hostess a break. Call or e-mail and tell her you can't make it (or can). It really does make life that much easier for her. That way a poor girl like me doesn't end up with 100 cans of various soda and 50 hot dogs leftover. Yeah, I'm not kidding. Apparently my slime punch was a raging success and that's all people drank. Ok. I'm done ranting. Really.

In knitting news I picked back up my endpaper mitts. They just weren't gonna fit over my gorilla hands with a 56 st cast-on on size 0 needles. (Yes, I have gorilla hands. I'm 5'10", whaddya want?) So I tweaked the pattern slightly for 60 sts and I'm finally to the fair-isle portion. Ribbing is evil, of this I am sure.