So the Lady from Memphis came out this morning to measure. 1. Why does Home Depot in Oxford, Mississippi contract with a company in Memphis to measure? Doesn’t anyone in Oxford know how to measure? 2. Measure. You know what that means, don’t you? To paraphrase, Let’$ $ee if I can help you $pend $ome
Mr. Big Food is working his way through Craig Claiborne’s Southern Cooking (1987). For those unfamiliar with the name, Claiborne was a famous food and restaurant critic, most notably for the New York Times. From that infallible source: Claiborne was the first man to supervise the food page at a major American newspaper and is
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Things are spinning out of control this fine February morning.
I misplaced the eggplant seeds (why would I have put eggplant in the drawer with okra?) and consequently didn’t plant any eggplant. I have six– count them! 6!!– sets of children’s encyclopedias and the one set I want to look at is missing Vol. 2 B as in “Bacon.” And then there’s Missy & her antics.
Began evening travels around the World Wide Web. First stop, Instapundit.com where I encountered this short post: OOPS: NYTimes Edit Board ruthlessly attacks some guy named “Mr. Scott” who they claim is the governor of Wisconsin. No, but he’s a damn fine starship engineer, I don’t care what the Timesmen say. Posted at 11:04 pm [2/6/15]
Seen on Pinterest just now. 100 repins. And the Tortoise and the Hare is a fairy tale. And Superbowl XLIX had “everything a football fan could ask for.” And groundhogs are intelligent rodents well know for their weather forecasting abilities. I don’t know about you but I’m going to the library today.
Lost in the commotion of February 1, 2015– also known as Super Bowl Sunday– is February 2, 2015– also known as Groundhog Day and one of my personal favorite American Holidays (at least if that stupid rodent doesn’t see his shadow, if he does I’ve had it with Phil until the next year). One problem
I believe I have fulfilled my obligation to Pinterest today. I have posted a number of recipes for really BIG FOOD to enjoy while watching the BIG GAME. But don’t believe me! Better check it out for yourselves. I know that I also have an obligation to readers who aren’t all that keen on football
The old blog at blogger is still active and I still get email notifications when comments have been posted. Anonymous has left a new comment: May I simply say what a relief to uncover someone who truly understands what they are discussing on the internet. You certainly realize how to bring a problem to light
You may recall I did some hard core serious research on civilization the other day. I learned that engaging in science is a necessary condition for civilization. Everybody knows you can’t do science without math. We like math here on the Farm. In fact, we like math so much that we often do it in
I cannot attribute this photo. It’s dated March 7, 2008 in my photo library but beyond that, its history is a mystery. Each year I post it somewhere on the World Wide Web on that day when I jest cain’t stands it no more. Today’s the day. Pass it on.
So. I am sitting a few seats down from a woman who cannot refrain from placing call after call after call on her not-iPhone6. If it were not so annoying it would be entertaining. I have learned that she’s thinking of selling her house and the address of said house. I have learned where she
“Hello? Have you seen Marica? I’ve been looking everywhere for her!” “What? No! Who!! I’ll eat your tail if you keep talking, you measly amphibian!!” “Now, Missy. That’s no way to talk to the … gecko… lizard… chameleon… , is it?” “RUFF!!”
“Mom?” “Mom? Where’s that deer skull?” “Ummm… . In that chest in the foyer.” Right side. Top shelf. Because, like, doesn’t everyone have a deer skull in a chest in the foyer? The steer mandible is in the garage near the Area 51 rock. The goat skull is on top of one set of encyclopedias– I