With no decorations on The Farm I’m not overdecorating for Christmas. In fact, I’m not decorating at all. My Christmas OverDecorating Partner in Crime is fixin’ to move out. And so, … I weighed on the one side of the scale the energy it takes to turn The Farm into an awesome Christmas Lights &
This is a repost from December 3, 2015. Enjoy! Did you know tamales are a traditional Tex-Mex Christmas dish? Kid you not. They are a bit labor-intensive– but it’s Christmas season! Spend some time in the kitchen with someone you love making a batch of tamales! To the recipe… There are five six seven parts to this recipe.
of a White Christmas, … .” As far as I’m concerned, white Christmases can stay in Vermont but I want you to have that tune in your head as I tell the story of little Israel Baline, and the man he came to be. Israel was born in Temun, Russia in 1888. His family was
These and 15 others send to me by Mr. Big Food’s Dad. Wonder how many Indian Hills there are?
I swear to God, this is the best thing you will read all day. Maybe even all week. The Fine Art of Bullshit Killed by Google Thursday Night in New OrleansApril 1994 The lazy ceiling fan spun in the humid Louisiana night. It was weighted poorly, letting out a loud squeak every fifth revolution. Annoying, but fixing
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures.
“Pardon me, Marica,” Missy began, “Do you have a moment?” “Why certainly, girl,” Marica replied, “What’s up?” “Ruff?” Rocky asked. “What are your thoughts on in me-dI-us rez?” “Ruff?!?” Rocky scoffed. “What?” “Me-dI-us rez. Surely you know that term, Marica,” Missy answered. “It’s a literary devise meaning ‘to being in the middle of things’.” “Ruffruffruff,”
A while back, Mr. Big Food forwarded to me an email he’d received from Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory Press. “For ‘Phen?” Mr. Big Food queried, “He needs to add some cell biology to his current educational regime.” I couldn’t agree more. I am not kidding– and this has been independently confirmed in the flesh by
Long time and faithful reader SueK has posted her 200th comment! Thank you SueK! In other news, her birthday is this week (but she’s not 200).
It’s official. The Farm has entered the 21st century! A few months ago we kicked Verizon’s JetPack Mifi “unlimited” internet to the ditch (we don’t have curbs out here) and signed on for AT&T’s Fixed Wireless Internet. It’s faster, cheaper, and for all practical purposes really unlimited. And for that, we thank you! We could
All the while I was wasting so much time engrossed with Volume Eight of Our Wonder World, I had in the back of my brain something I’d read a long time ago. I could paraphrase it well enough, but that wasn’t good enough. And then… “He welcomed the story as an old and dear friend.”
Email subject line: ?? Content: Where is the ham bone? Love you! Mr. Big Food was to have taken the ham bone (5/1/18) and ham stock (6/19/18) out of his deep freezer this morning before he went to campus, but he forgot. Ring ring. Ring ring. “Hello?” “Hey. I forgot. Sorry. The ham stock is
Who doesn’t love The Peninsula on a 60+ degree day in the beginning of December? I think family should have its very own peninsula– or something similar as suits its taste. A destination not too far from home, but far enough to be someplace one does not go every day. When the weather turns, the
This morning, over coffee, Mr. Big Food and I planned our day. Dogs– all of them– behind the range for their run. “Would you make French toast?” Mr. Big asked. Delighted. Dash of nutmeg and it was delicious. SEC Nation and ESPN are both in Atlanta today so tele-vision on in the kitchen as we
Via Powerline’s “The Week in Pictures“
But then again, as I said yesterday, tinkering with the guts of WordPress is not among my many talents. I can dissect a rat, but I cannot figure out why posts and comments are disappearing. I can grow celery, but I cannot figure out why some browsers show a post as soon as I post
Good morning! I am having some issues with the blog as it currently exists on the World Wide Webisphere. Kat has helped with some, most importantly suggesting that I need a more responsive hosting service. And so… Bigfoodetc.com is moving to a new host. As you know, I have many talents but tinkering around in
Who the hell are you, anyway? So I guess WordPress has issues. These are just three of the dozen or so “likes” Bigfoodetc has gotten on random posts that I am quite certain– and admittedly based solely on their looks– do not interest the Likers. Elle, bottom pic, thought “Our life’s succeeding stages” was pretty awesome. She’s
What a beautiful morning! Warmish & sunny. Whiffs of leftover fireplace smoke in a slight breeze. Later on, one of the neighbors had a burn pile going. Fall. Breakfast. Fried leftover mashed potatoes with onions, and a fried egg. Chatted with the Thanksgiving Orphan about one of his favorite authors, Will Durant. Pie Brunch was
My extensive research– going back to Webster’s Elementary-School Dictionary, 1925 edition– suggests that ‘patron’ and ‘customer’ are synonyms. But as the kids say, “Whatevs.” No homeless allowed. Though technically this sign could be interpreted as “No shoppers who do not purchase anything allowed,” right? There are an estimated 400 unsanctioned tent encampments in Seattle. What, exactly,