Shelli, Yorkshire Pud is a bastard half-sibling of popovers and dutch baby, and a distant cousin to pancakes. Eggs are essential to get the proper texture and rise, so a vegan version is probably out the window unless you’ve got a really clever sub (I’ve yet to find one, sadly).
Vegetarian would be okay, though. You’d just sub vegetable shortening for the beef drippings.
Thinking non-windy and dry thoughts for you, Rebo. Please keep us posted.
And now, since all this talk of roast beef dinners with all the trimmings has given me quite the rumbly in my tumbly, off I go in search of N.O.L. Back later.
Rebo I see your PM and raise you a PM. I am the Mumper point of contact. Here’s hopin’ it’ll be nuttin’ your way and all this will be for naught like it was for BBBobbio but it still feels good to have sump’n set up.
gotti I’m usin’ my small electric smoker for the chicken. When I set up the biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigass charcoal one, I smoke chicken, beef and pork roasts. Plus maybe a ham and a brisket or two. I can smoke a lot of meat on that smoker.
Speakin’ of smoked meat… the thighs and laigs are done and the boobs are in the smoker. For quality purposes, I taste tested a thigh and laig. NUUUUUUUM!!! I done good!
Ok, back to work. If I stay on it I could be done in about an hour. I’ve been good all day and not goofed off any. Well, ‘cept to check in here and that’s not goofin’ off, now is it?
Stay safe Rebo. Run if you have to. Watch out for foraging chupacabras after the storm.
That’s not what I expected a Yorkshire pudding to be like BooFae. I was expecting something more…pudding-like. I must refresh my knowledge of British-American English.
I just spent three hours standing in front of a copier. I’ve never been so glad to have desk duty. just sits, reviewing her Zen
I took Nelly to the dog park. The good news? She actually went to the middle and said ‘Hi’ to a few pups. The bad news? I’m covered in dogshit. My legs anyways.
BBBobbio, sounds like a good excuse for me to buy some wreckin’ tools.
Pie, better get to work before MMMooommm! and da bear got on you for slacking.
Vilest profanity. I knew I should have gotten gas before I came to work this morning. Now all the gas stations around here have jacked the price up to 3.99 (so they can say it never went above $4/gallon) and I’m almost on empty.
It’s been a busy couple of days. Last night, when I came home from work, I collected **Mr. Taters **and we went down to the pet store. Once there, we selected a nice stand, and a 55 gallon fish tank set up.
We then came home, and spent the evening putting together the stand. The stand looks like a nice piece of furniture, not your typical iron stand. This looks like wood and has cupboard doors so all the fish stuff can be hidden away.
We started to fill the tank, but then called it a night. I got up at around 8:45 this morning, finished filling the tank, put the pump and heater in, and finished putting the shelves in the stand.
I called the insurance company and put our daughter’s car on our policy and now need to take care of couple of other bills.
Today, I need to take my daughter down to the local place to purchase car tabs and transfer title on the car we bought her. We also need to stop and get a power strip, and the ingredients for Death Chicken. Her boyfriend is coming over tonight, and hubby wants me to make it…again.
I also need to buy more gravel for the fish tank.
The fish tank is my birthday present to** Mr. Taters.** He’s wanted one for awhile. I’ve been resisting it, but as long as he does the upkeep, I’ll live.
Welcome back TagFree!
Stay safe Rebo!
Hurray, Spaz! I’m so glad you got the financial aid situation squared away.
I should get cleaned up now and set about the rest of my day.
It is raining here - we spent all August waiting for rain, watching the grass turn brown and now it won’t stop.
Stooopit hurricanes.
The Google gadget I use as my to-do list exploded on me today. I added one more new task, changed the due date on another and my laptop made a loud shrieking noise and 'sploded.
I fell in lust again yesterday at Doc Lisa’s office. She re-located to a different place that the hospital operates. One of the receptionists must be a recent arrival from heaven. She will be the girl I will give everything up for and disappear with. At least until I see another which will take her place. And then when I have my next Doc Lisa appointment (October 6th), she will re-assume her position.
heh - I said “position”
I refuse to talk politics with anyone that is not Cuervo until at least 2 weeks after this mommafriggin election is over. I mean really - who here is going to be swayed by any argument between now and then? You like one guy or the other by now. Barring some sort of scandal on the level like catching one of these guys snorting coke with Kate Moss, or being exposed as Jamie Lynn Spears baby’s daddy, we could all go vote now, right?
So everyone (here, in my physical presence, not in MMP-Land) leave me the HELL alone.
If you have Google Earth, find the Weather layer/Hurricane Season then enable the cloud layer. Way cool. Unless you live in Galveston I imagine.
Got the peaches for the tarte, but I’m not sure if I’ll do it today. On checking the forecast, doesn’t make any difference if it’s today, so I’ll probably heat the oven up again. Sigh.
Either mushroom omelettes or mushroom cream pasta for dinner. Something quick.
Glad you’re not in a flooding area, Rebo. Good luck.
Now, when Nat sleeps, do I wash dishes or take another nap?
Mostly because that’s what I’d like to be doing right about now, except I can’t seeing as I’m at work and all.
Forecast is calling for rain all weekend. Damned if I know when the lawn is going to get mowed, at this rate… it’s past the lush stage and is now just plain ol’ unkempt. Someone please remind me why I thought it was a good idea to buy a house instead of a condo?
meeks, you have my condolences. Been there, done that… IMO, if all we’re going to do is read the PowerPoint for an hour, just send me the deck and spare me the misery. Ugh.
