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.
In the previous post, “Everybody else: Sides & fixin’s,” everybody refers to everybody else besides Mr. Big Food. This is how he describes Thanksgiving dinner on the menu posted on the fridge. He’s doing the turkey and two pies. Everybody else… . This has become Tradition.
Yesterday afternoon “Mom? Mom?” “Yes?” “I’ve decided to bake something, too. Can I use a butter from the freezer?” “Of course!” ~~ “Mom? Mom? Do we have any pear brandy?” “No, I don’t think so.” “Are you going to town?” “Yes.” “Are you going to the liquor store?” “Yes.” “Could you get some pear brandy?
When we got back to the Farm late this afternoon, we found a sign on the Kitchen Table proclaiming that supper was baked potato bar. OMG. After supper of Baked Potato Bar we watched the First Episode of Season Three The Good Place. We are Family. REPEAT. We are Family.
Kat’s back in Austin. Tony will arrive there soon. Daughter C & the J-Man are tucking them selves in up in the apt. Miss M & the Little Fellow & His Daddy did some Little Boy things this weekend. A late night conversation with Mr. Big Food went this way: Me: I love her but
Ahh. Thanks to Kat & Marg, I know where I am wrt Dailey, WVa. It’s lightninging out there!
[Updated again: Please see this for a much better description of Muad’Dib’s … um, personhood. Note also that I have re-corrected the spelling of this guest at our dinner party.] [Updated misspelling of the Rodent’s name. Life is confusing sometimes.] Next up. A Doctor. Ten, I think. But I’d have to get up and go
Please explain to me why we have Christmas at Mama’s house. Can’t someone transport Mama to the Farm? She wants a Farm. Here’s a Farm. Why can’t we Celebrate Christmas on the Farm?
Healthy deer make good venison stew. That’s just the way it is. Some things will never change. That’s just the way it is. #whoisstanleymiles?
[INSERT PHOTO]* My Mom, holding My Grandson. In a baby carrier. [Funny how punctuation changes over time, isn’t it?] I really hope I get her hair. It is gorgeous. And she is passing down the wisdom of Dr. Blanchette to us all. OplaDEEOplaDA lalala But seriously, it is a beautiful photograph. I think they are