We had Jenny's side of the family down for Christmas today. Jenny made scalloped potatoes with carrots and string beans. She has a killer recipe for scalloped potatoes and we made the mother load this morning. Two huge, 2 foot by 1 foot pans of the glorious stuff. She actually baked an entire ham last night for three hours just for the scalloped potatoes today. It smelled....very very good in here, all day long. Polly and Rich showed up early and helped Jenny out a ton. It was nice to have everyone here. Henry got his first Magic the Gathering cards (these may be the first of many steps down that road) and Nora got a couple Barbies and Mousetrap (we have already played a game and it is far easier than I remember when I was little... more fun too). Among a spattering of gift cards (all very much appreciated), I got season one of Gilligan's Island. I can't tell you how happy I am about that. I have already watched the first of 36 episodes.
Gilligan's Island is dear to me. It is what I remember preferring to watch when I was tiny and sick.. and not so tiny and not so sick. I love the show... it is the macaroni and cheese of television shows. Nothing overly spicy (although there is that Marianne). Nothing too meaty. Nothing but soft, gooey, pleasant melt in your brain goodness. It started in 1961, ten years before I was around. When I was old enough to start watching it, the reruns ran constantly on 25 and.... I think 56... and I sat and let the captain's meaty hands sweep the time away.
The show doesn't run on TV anymore, and I am really thankful for the Hawkins' thoughtful gift.
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip...
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