Everywhere I go today there is doom & gloom. Lileks gives us a harangue about Jimmy Kimmel and civility. VanderLeun gives us a wonderful story about the Mountain of the Holy Cross only to tell us the cross is gone and so is shame. And now The Professor links to this: “What we’re witnessing is the
From Kat: Hi Mom! I don’t think this matters a ton but, the “fictional rodent” description isn’t quite accurate. Muad’Dib is a human character sort of like a Jedi or a magical Bedouin from the sci-fi book “Dune” and movie of the same name. The character’s original name is Paul Atreides, and he takes on
On August 16, 2016 Daughter C and I opened up the back doors of the tailgate trailer. It was quite a sight! About 10 pounds of s*^t in a five pound tin can that gets incredibly hot in the Mississippi afternoon sun. (There’s a roof vent but none of us can figure out how to
My apologies for not making clear that this is not a photograph of Campbell’s Cream of Tomato Soup. (There was a college football game on last night folks. I cannot be two places at one time any more than you can be!) Here’s the rest of the story. As you know, Kat is visiting the
I have put Daughter C in charge of Tailgate decorations. She’s thinking ahead to the October 29th homecoming game against Samford. October 29th. Halloween. She does not want to use the deer skull that belongs to Chris as a tailgate decoration because she worries that it would get broken– and it doesn’t belong to us.
The other day I wondered about the relative merits of a potato ricer vs. a masher: I asked Mr. Big Food which sized ricer grate he recommended and he said, “I’d mash them,” which I suppose you could. I do not know what the relative advantages of a ricer over a masher are. Perhaps someone—
Photograph by Kat Landreth at nerdyliving.com. I knew I had thought about gnocchi some time back but I just couldn’t remember the context. Here it is. Kat had a post a bit ago about some gluten-free gnocchi she’d found at her local HEB. Here is Kat’s recipe for Gluten Free Pressure Cooker Pot Roast with
The excitement over the weather, along with my desire to demonstrate that I was all over potential bad weather situations (which I am) sort of petered out when the bad weather did. That’s a good thing. It means we can continue to attend to the table(s). Here’s the situation. I’ve been reading that things are not
“Pardon me, Marica. But do you have the time to do me a solid?” “Sure. … What?!?” “Ruff?!?” “What?” “What are you talking about, Missy?” “I asked it you could find the time to do me a solid. It’s a yes or no question– and not really all that important in the grand scheme of
Dear Girls, What do you think? Should we knit ourselves some matching outfits? Or crochet some critters “using egg shaped hosiery containers?” How about some flags for Christmas? Wait… wait… . Let’s cross stitching some Bashful Bunnies! What do you think? Love, Your mom
Much as we love our dogs, and we do love our dogs, dogs are not children. Dogs will never spend 20 minutes texting worries about childrens’ wet noses. Dogs are dogs. Human children are human children. Human children are not dogs. This is logically straight forward. Love, Mom
And a salad! Is it wrong to refer to adults as “the kids?” Whatever. The kids have taken to preparing dinner one night each week. For supper this Meatless Monday they made pizzas and a salad. That’s homemade from scratch crust. Yeast. Sugar. Flour. Water and Whatnot. If you had passed through the kitchen on
Let me begin by commenting that we have all received some hilarious text messages from Kat while she and her beloved have been out of the country. She and Tony are back home now. Back in the USofA which has places with good water. Yes. There is a text thread about water. Which brings me
Since my last post about the crappy old book of the month on the Constitution of the United States, Mr. Big Food and I have traversed a fair number of miles. I’ve been keeping up with it. I believe I left off Wednesday evening when we caught some Spanish Mackerel and some Blues. Well, Mr.
I just realized I have very few photos of the food set up.
Dang.
It was lovely.
There’s Kat!
She showed up with the food. Not like that stressed Miss M out or anything.
You know, they are older now. They deal with stress much better than they used to.
Look what Kat sent us! A crappy old recipe box with crappy old recipes!! Just look at them, would you? Newspaper clippings, cutouts from magazines pasted to index cards, a splattered list of handwritten ingredients. What a special surprise! Kat said she found it at an antique store and she felt “morally obligated to get
Thank you! Love, Mom P.S. XXXOOO
As I’ve mentioned time & time again, things are discombobulated here at the Farm. BUT! We have all spent a considerable amount of energy (ATP is our Friend) trying to get & stay organized. So it was no surprise to learn that Rocky & Missy had learned (LTP is another Friend) my habits– that is,
Things are a little discombobulated here at the Farm, but we’re doing okay! I have no idea what you people are doing while you are waiting for Miss M’s muscles to reattach, but we are amusing ourselves, thank you very much!
From Kat who saw it on Facebook today. She said it was captioned, “Spotted in the Albion Beatnik bookstore in Oxford, UK.”Thanks, Kat!