Sister Hawthorne And Brother-In-Law-Hawthorne Visit.

OK. I didn't cook any cookies on Saturday ... BECAUSE ... on Saturday, Sister Dear and Brother-In-Law Hawthorne came to visit. And I always love their visits.

Here's Brother-In-Law-Hawthorne, or Amos, as we call him, who wants to be known in my blog as "Trouser Snake." Don't ask me why.

Upon arriving at my home, "Trouser Snake" immediately asked me, "Do you have a thermostat?" He's like an old woman. Always cold. I said, "No, I have no thermostat." So I gave Trouser Snake my sheepskin, which he kept wrapped around him.

So, after a while, Trouser Snake went to my comfy chair to relax and watch TV. But Trouser Snake's head was cold.

TS complained about the cold, so I found a toboggan for him.

Then, I started on dinner.

First, crinkled carrots, celery, and broccoli.

And snow peas, sliced peppers, and onions.

I heated up oil in the wok, and threw in the carrots, broccoli, and onions.

Next, after sauteeing a bit, I added in the peppers, snow peas, and onions.

Tossed it all together. After heating up, I poured the veggies out into a covered bowl.

Next, I started sauteeing the shrimp. Then added everything together.

Added in some corn starch slurry.

Tossed it all together. Now, let's go outside to the grill ...

Shucked ersters on the grill. With some melted butter going on.

I love the flare ups.

After putting the melted butter on the oysters, I sprinkled a combo of parmesan cheese, hot paprika, and sugar over top.

Here's my sexy little oyster.

Ooh. Oohh. I love oysters. Now, back to Trouser Snake. He wants to sue all the Hawthorne Women, because he says we're stupid bitches. He wants a class action suit. He mentioned cruel and unusual punishment, emotional damage, collateral damage. And some other crap.

Gee, Trouser Snake, come after me. I think I can take your ass on - blindfolded and with one hand tied behind my back. You silly little man. Gosh. Don't mess with Rosie. When will they learn?