His current favorite book is Winnie the Pooh, and he loves to play outside. He sleeps with Seven, his stuffed dog. His chore is feeding the cat, Sadie. He’ll be four in July. Also, Miss M had to change the YouTube settings recently. He was searching for “xxxxxxx.”
Ice Box Biscuits, Shrimp Arnaud, and Baked Omelet. Delicious. And! Mr. Big Food and his dad did all of the dishes– even the fancy stuff by hand. Happy Day, Moms!
Had to call Miss M. Out in the garden this afternoon. Heard screeching. Looked up– way up— and saw two, no three, hawks soaring. Red tailed right? I could see their tail bars. Oh. Red tailed hawks have red tails. No bars. Red shouldered it is. It’s so nice that among the five of them–
Sunday evening Mr. Big Food called his folks. You know how you can understand an entire conversation by only listening to one side? Not good. The Independent Living Facility in which Mr. Big Food’s Dad and Mr. Big Food’s Mom live had gone sort of lockdown last week. And those Independent Kids being who they
to a devise near you– Four Days Worth of Posts from Big Food, Big Garden, Big Life. Because Life is Big and I’ve been engaged in Big Things!
Here’s the story. Mr. Big Food is teaching two sections of Business Ethics this semester. It’s a service course. It’s not his area of expertise, but he’s good at it and he likes it, so he does it so that the junior faculty don’t have to. The students are mostly junior and senior business majors,
Please feel free to share. Bumped from earlier today.
I was working on a long post and lost interest as things out there beyond the Farm whirled around. So I give you a few short takes. Hereabouts, there is no shortage of TP or bottled water. One explanation is that we Country Mice are woefully ignorant of world events. Could be. Another is that
Ice dye. Beautiful, ain’t it? Created by Miss M.
Good morning! Hope this finds you well.
Indeed, we have. I hope everyone is back up and running and seeing the latest here at Big Food, Big Garden, Big Life in rural mississippi. Tailgate done & done. Smoked Salmon and Shrimp Remoulade were huge hits. There was a considerable amount of talk about how Great Aunt Bessie did her pickled eggs. Long
It’s Friday night and the salads for the first Tailgate are chilling, the tea is made, the coolers are clean, and the corned beef and brisket are sliced– thanks to Kat– and so what else I’m I going to do? If you are among the randomly chosen readers who are seeing new content here, bless
If you’re reading this, could you tell me what the switches to the left of the sink in the apartment turn on? Can’t figure it out. Thanks!
We miss you. This evening, storms rolled through and I remembered how y’all would appear on the apartment porch, and we on the patio, afterward.
the real world intrudes on my little bigfoodetc space. Today was one of those days. If you are of the praying sort, please pray for Bobbie and John.
Because ghostsniper asked… . Tiger’s lovely three story condominium. INTERIOR: 1st story– kitchen and breakfast nook with vinyl flooring, enhanced by stabilizing brick. Split-level 2nd story– living and dining room with wall-to-wall carpet. 3rd story carpeted loft– overlooks dining room, scenic view of Big House’s back door, can serve as storm shelter. EXTERIOR: Cedar paneling
Dear Miss Manners: “My children are always saying such dreadful things to each other– derogatory personal remarks that I consider downright rude. They, and sometimes my wife, call them “just teasing.” What would you consider the polite side of teasing, and where, even in a family is it just nastiness? Gentle Reader: “Insulting is such
Dear Miss Manners: “All of my friends are going away for the holidays. I won’t have anyone to play with or invite over. This happens every time we have a vacation, and lots of times on weekends. Everybody goes to visit his father in nice places, and I have to stay home because my parents
Daughter C has managed to aggravated me, even in her absence. Seriously, Care. Do you really think that your old toilet paper rolls count for art supplies? I trashed most of it. I’m sure you could make something of them, but few folks are as as talented as you are. I love you.
back in the Den and I heard a knock. I turned my head, and heard “Hey Mom,” But it was just the heater turning on, not Daughter C. I miss her.