which is to say the day before yesterday, I washed pillows. Not that I didn’t have anything better to do, but it just seemed like the thing to do. I will welcome the New Year with clean pillows. There’s a strategy to washing pillows. Run some HOT water & a little deterg & approx. 1/2-1
about the 17th amendment.
noun a layer of water in an ocean or certain lakes, where the temperature gradient is greater than that of the warmer layer above and the colder layer below. As definitions go, that one sucks. A thermocline (also known as the thermal layer or the metalimnion in lakes) is a thin but distinct layer in a large
Yesterday my incapasitated self felt like I needed to take the dogs on a walk. It went fine until the dogs saw the mail man car. Stop! Unhun, Stop, I lost control. “Jordan,” I screamed, And the J-Man was on it. He wrangled them all in. It was a sight to behold.
So we’ve known that we had a mouse. And I was excited that the mouse poop was blue. That meant that the mouse was eating the blue mouse poison. I’d seen the mouse in Real Time– running behind things. The other day Mr. Big Food saw it too! Look! The mouse. It just so happened
So I am incapacitated. Seated, my left leg goes up and down and all around. Standing, not so much. There has been some talk–among my family members– of going to see a doctor. Heh. I’ll give it a week.
It just takes some common sense. First, you stuff the turkey with oranges and onions and then you put it a turkey cooking bag. And you fire up the oven to 375 and you hang around eating apps for 3 or 4 hours and then the turkey is done. This is a rebuttal to Instapundit
by Tony Took two days of research. He arrived at the conclusion that a Thanksgiving centerpiece was artfully presented dead plant material. At the end of the second day, when his research had come to fruition, I said to Kat, “I guess we forgot to tell him about Pinterest.” Just another chapter in The Book
Dear Reader– I know you’ve been following along. I know you know that I’m trying to revitalize the blog, beginning with Big Food. I put myself in charge of apps this Thanksgiving. Here’s what I’ve planned: — Salmon Ball — Hot Chipped Beef Dip Kat was correct. I have too much chipped beef. I’ll make supmpin
Hey, Don’t forget that I put 3 packages of wild pig sausage in the freezer in the Bunkhouse. Try it as burgers or lasagna or anything else you’d use ground beef for. Be sure to cook well. It is seasoned already. See you all Saturday. Thanks, Life sucks, don’t ya know. That’s from Chris. This
we really miss Miss M and her appendage, ‘Phen. Family. Eating burgers. Where are Miss M & ‘Phen?
and the power did go out. Transformer blew. Daughter C and Kat & Tony saw it. BUT WE WERE ON IT! So– back story is that Kat & Ton arrived in ATL back from the Far East and today rented a car to drive from ATL to Starkvegas. Caroline picked them up at Enterprise. Storm.
It’s not every day you see something this graphically beautiful. I mean– what more could you ask for? The chance of precip on 11/25 is a nice touch.
and I stumbled upon this site: How cool is that?
I learned that the wife of one of the guys I followed way back in the way back died. The American Grouch’s Wife passed. Death is not everywhere. But it’s lurking around the corner.
This evening Mr. big food and I attended a funeral service for the sister of one of John’s colleagues. It’s not clear to me why funerals have been renamed “Memorial Services” but I knew one of the three songs and was able to sing along to the others. I had sympathy for the Preacher Man.
BYUtailgate workflow I am a stick.
I’m in a hotel on the Gulf sorta watching the Texas v. Iowa State game and recovering from an Wintzell’s oyster food coma. I just came across this, via Instapundit: So maybe the world isn’t going to hell afterall. ? I remain– on my good days– optimistic. Sort of. The oysters were great!
Somebody needs to deal with that random orange towel. It’s in the way.