Kat’s back in Austin. Tony will arrive there soon. Daughter C & the J-Man are tucking them selves in up in the apt. Miss M & the Little Fellow & His Daddy did some Little Boy things this weekend. A late night conversation with Mr. Big Food went this way: Me: I love her but
Ahh. Thanks to Kat & Marg, I know where I am wrt Dailey, WVa. It’s lightninging out there!
[Updated again: Please see this for a much better description of Muad’Dib’s … um, personhood. Note also that I have re-corrected the spelling of this guest at our dinner party.] [Updated misspelling of the Rodent’s name. Life is confusing sometimes.] Next up. A Doctor. Ten, I think. But I’d have to get up and go
Please explain to me why we have Christmas at Mama’s house. Can’t someone transport Mama to the Farm? She wants a Farm. Here’s a Farm. Why can’t we Celebrate Christmas on the Farm?
Healthy deer make good venison stew. That’s just the way it is. Some things will never change. That’s just the way it is. #whoisstanleymiles?
[INSERT PHOTO]* My Mom, holding My Grandson. In a baby carrier. [Funny how punctuation changes over time, isn’t it?] I really hope I get her hair. It is gorgeous. And she is passing down the wisdom of Dr. Blanchette to us all. OplaDEEOplaDA lalala But seriously, it is a beautiful photograph. I think they are
You know what that means don’t you? IT’S FIRST MONDAY! THE LIBRARY BOOK FAIR!! I spent $30,000 and Daughter C & The J-Man together spent $15,000 and Miss M challenged my assertion that I’d only spent twice as much as what they had– they being two people and me being just the one. She thought
They are looking to buy, settle down, make a home for themselves– a place to where their offspring can return to celebrate Family Thanksgivings. It’s the Eastern Bluebird American Dream House.
from Far Above Rubies: My Mother (1970) Peace.
On top of the world!
It is not in my head, it is in my hand : Es ist nicht in meinem Kopf, es ist in meiner Hand. That’s according to Babylon. So I was completely wrong, and Daughter C & Miss M were close to being 100% right. [At issue was Mama’s “test” to know when one has put
The lost phone has been recovered. The lose was perpetrated by Aliens. My relief is great. Money doesn’t need to be spent to get me a new freaking smart phone. Stupid Aliens. Meanwhile, the book, The Imperial Presidency by Arthur M. Schlesinger, Jr. is being read by me. Learning, I am. That’s about as much
An article by Jennifer Graham at Acculturated made the rounds over the weekend. Titled, “Why Millennial Home Buyers Want Play Rooms Not Dining Rooms,” the article looks at the “decline of old-fashioned adulthood.” It was an interesting article with the obligatory stupid troll who said, What a load of crap. The concept of a “dining room”
Merry Christmas to all y’all on the Shire!
People– like actual critters with the same number of chromosomes as you and I have– are complaining about Chinese food. I would love to have a fake, culture-appropriating Chinese restaurant in town. How cool would that be? Ah. Alas. I have to settle for a fake, culture-appropriating Mexican restaurant that offers a half way really
Yes, indeed! I am still putting books away. This is the frontispiece art in Joe the Book Farmer (1913), a book I picked up yesterday. It’s funny because Mr. Big Food’s Mom was just the other day recalling one of Mr. Big Food’s teacher’s sayings, “We don’t guess, we look it up.” Good advice but be
I will give you pictures. These are some of the 40+ tamales Mr. Big Food made this morning for the Egg Bowl tailgate. [These are some of the 80+ corn husk bow ribbon square/granny knots I made.] This is Daughter C and Jordan and Tony in the Primary kitchen. Daughter C did NOT want to
This dish is another from “Marica Cooks Monday.” It’s been a classic in my home since the first time my mom made it years and years ago. It is one of those dishes for which there is no proper recipe and thus many possible substitutions. So many that I’ve even made a strictly vegan version!
This entry is part 11 of 14 in the series Currier & IvesI know you City Mice are right proud of your uber-cool horse-and-driver-less buggies, and your monorail…MonoRail…MONORAIL…MONORAIL and all. And I suspect you’ve never driven– errr, I mean, been driven– on a dirt road. But out here in the country we Country Mice sure