Obviously, have coffee and check Windy for the weather. But not according to Heloise who says, The first thing to do in the mornings is to put your dishes in the sink to soak and then make the beds! I don’t know why, but this is most important. It gives a woman a feeling of
Omni corrumpuntur et intabescunt in tempore; Saturnus quos generat devorare non cessat; … Or if you prefer… All things are corrupted and decay in time; Saturn ceases not to devour the children that he generates; all the glory of the world would be buried in oblivion, if God had not provided mortals with the remedy
Good food is of prime importance to my family, therefore; I shall take pride in doing an outstanding job of cooking from “The Cooks Creed” in Meta Given’s, The Modern Family Cookbook (J.G. Ferguson Publishing Company, Chicago, 1942) That’s a Johnsonville smoked brat, Campbell’s pork & beans, and homemade macaroni salad with yellow bell peppers,
Obviously, the best part of the game– and it wouldn’t have taken much– was the football food. It was fantastic! I especially liked the Rissole, but the wings were pretty damned good, too. It was nice of Mr. Big Food to spare me barbecued wings. These, with a crunchy bread crumb and herb topping were
The Food Shopper’s CreedThe health of my family is in my care, therefore–I will base my market list on meals planned according to the “DIET PATTERN” p. 4I will choose foods of quality and in quantities that will provide the nutritive elements planned for. Stretching the food dollar is part of my responsibility, therefore–I will
I left the World-Wide-Web to venture out into the real world. Twelve hours. Twelve measly hours and Van der Leun has three new posts. That’s on top of the three new ones I saw this morning which I barely had time to glance at before we left The Farm to make our way to the
It’s Drudgery Monday and I am pleased to report that things on the book-cleaning front are going sweepingly, as Missy would say. The Treasure Chest is done and rearranged a bit. Shelves of mostly art books are done. Two sets of encyclopedias– each & every volume– dusted and put back. Ordinary encyclopedias are the worst.
Reposted from April 2016. I was searching for the Meal Planner’s Creed (coming up soon) and I came across this rant. See also this. Enjoy! In response to this: the drudgery of housework And this: slaving away in the kitchen Dear Mrs./Ms Moore, Presumably you have a house or an apartment or an igloo or
Yesterday I commented on something I came across (via Instapundit) in the NYT concerning clutter. To be clear, I dislike clutter. In a perfect home, there’s a place for everything and everything is in its place. For years now the received wisdom has been that the time and energy needed to get from clutter and
I have had it with this. I like my crappy old stuff. I have spent time and money collecting my crappy old stuff. Indeed, I take pride in my collection of crappy old stuff– and new stuff, too! If you have to move things around in order to accomplish a task in your home or
Via Instapundit: USEFUL, BUT STILL SAD. Adulting School Teaches Young Adults Grown-Up Skills. “Get your car’s oil changed? That’s adulting. Cook dinner instead of order takeout? That’s adulting. And now a new school in Maine, called the Adulting School, is dedicated to teaching skills like these to fledgling adults so they can become successful grown-ups.
You are correct! I am cleaning off my desk! I made space for seven–7!– more books on my desktop. (And just so there’s no confusion, I’m referring to an actual real dead slab of oak.)
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
Crappy old stuff: The Meal Planner’s Creed The Food Shopper’s Creed The Cook’s Creed Brought to you by Meta Givens’ The Modern Family Cookbook (1953) and inspired by this at Acculturated.
“Lights of Other Days” by John Frederick Peto (1854-1907), from The Beauty of America in Great American Art (MCMLXV– that’s 1965 for those who don’t do Roman numerals); image from Art Institute Chicago. The other day, when I told the story of the Libertarian washing machine, faithful reader Suek commented with these thoughts on light bulbs,
A Libertarian washing machine. The choices are not endless, but you are the one who makes them! You may recall I was in a snit the other day over my new washing machine. In comments, SueK asked for the skinny. Here we go. I really cannot remember the last time I had to buy a
It’s a busy but quiet Saturday here on the Farm. Mr. Big Food is busy taking a post-lunch nap so as to be well rested for the playoff game later this afternoon. Miss M is … . Not quite sure what busywork engages Miss M– she’s been so busy we’ve hardly seen her! I myself
I hope this finds you warm & well. Today was Epiphany. Here’s that infallible source’s entry on the day. I’ve never taken the time to read up on Epiphany. What I know of the day and its celebration are from childhood tradition: Today’s the day Christmas comes down. I should count up the number of mini-lights
I’m re-doing the bookshelves in the BunkHouse! We are moving at the speed of . . . putting things back together here at the Farm after the Lost Summer. As evidence, I submit to you this shelf which is finished and is accidentally symmetrical. God works in mysterious ways
up at the summit, I want my tombstone to read: Marica Caroline Bernstein December 4, 1958 – xxber X, 2xxx Loving wife and mother who loaded the dishwasher time & time again I want those italics in there. People: It ain’t all that hard! You can do it, too! Miss M even made a magnetic sign to