May The (Belated) Fourth Be With You.

Yesterday at lunchtime, TheChamCham came downstairs, and while we were eating he casually inquired what time the Star Wars party was starting, who I had invited, and what he was expected to wear.He says I stared at him as if he were speaking Swahili.

Me:What Star Wars party? Him: It's Star Wars Day today. I thought you knew. I got up and looked at the calendar above my desk and saw nothing but Mother's Day for the month of May. I asked him if he were teasing me. He looked like a disappointed five year old who did not receive the cowboy boots he had asked Santa for. Him:  Then we aren't doing anything?  Me: I had no idea.I wish you had told me. It is a little short notice. Him: (pouting beautifully) Oh. 😔o.k.   Then he went back upstairs and B.B. King wailed for the rest of the afternoon.

What to do ?

If you read my Easter post, you will know that I am up for a challenge and I do not like to disappoint my loved ones, especially my Mr.C. So, I went into holiday mode and threw together the most slapdash snacks and basic decorations I have ever "created" and by dinnertime we had ourselves a "party".

I did not invite anyone else (generations of Southern etiquette prevents me from ever inviting guests on less than twenty-four hours notice), I put The Empire Strikes Back

(our favorite) in the DVD player, laid the coffee table with the snacks (which were closer to what I would have served to my little ones back when I was a Nanny), plumped up the pillows on the sectional, and texted my Lord and Master that dinner was served in the media room. Dress: casual. 

 Blue Bantha milk with star shaped ice cubes.

"Hoth" Dogs,
Celery "light sabers", 









and hardboiled Lando's Eggs (Lando's Aide- photo) with black olive headsets,

(In between, we had the roast chicken and rice pilaf and green beans that I had already planned for dinner. I kept it warm in a chafing dish so that we wouldn't have to put the movie on pause. That always breaks the mood, I think.)

And for dessert, Dagobah Bars (brownies with coconut, chocolate chips, marshmallows and coffee) or Wampa Paws (the same ,with almond "claws", powdered sugar fur and strawberry jam "gore")
and Calrissian (rice) Crispies.

And guess what? He LOVED it !😊

He never fails to amaze me with his childlike appreciation of the simplest things.He says that when I arrived for my interview eight years ago, that he thought three things. First, that I was as pretty as a picture. Second, that I smelled like a bakery and to him that was nicer than any perfume. And third   (after serving him his requested macaroni and cheese) that I was the only woman who had ever made it for him from scratch (including his mother and his first wife). He said that he knew then that I was the one and he did not need to look any further.Who would have guessed that one of my grandmother's recipes, and not anything I had learned in cooking school,would not only win me the best job in the world, but the finest man in the world as well (although the latter took a lot longer and came as a complete and utter surprise.)


Let's see, Father's Day is only forty-four days away. I had best get a move on if I am going to do it up right!

                                 Is this not the most precious thing? I dare you not to smile.

                                                  When I was looking for the poster, I came across some cute photos of the cast that I thought you might enjoy. I certainly did.

 Harrison Ford, David Prowse, Peter Mayhew, Carrie Fisher,Mark Hamill, Kenny Baker.

Carrie Fisher and her stunt double, Sandra Gross.

And my favorite. I always wanted a Tauntaun but alas, I still have yet to find one. I did almost come close with a gray American Saddlebred mare who sort of moved the same way but instead of squealing she sounded more like Chewbacca and dove out at anyone who passed her box on another horse, including Mr. William Shatner, who looked suitably startled. "Naughty Girl." I chastised her. "THAT'S a girl?" Exclaimed Mr. Shatner. I apologized and he smiled and rode away,  and never passed that way again. Mr. Shatner is a very wise man. ☺️🌷