Glad to hear that all went well, Dotty; sending healing thoughts your way.
FCM, the beef broccoli did taste good, thanks! I just haven’t been feeling very good this weekend with the sore throat, so I’ve just been lazing about most of the time. I have been doing some crocheting and some reading too.
Swampy, I think I want to come to your church for Sunday brunch! LOL I like the Christmas Angel tree idea - I’m trying to find one for seniors in the area; I’m also going to buy a few toys to take in to work for Toys for Tots. There are elderly in nursing homes, etc., who don’t have any relatives or many friends and don’t get much if anything in the way of Christmas presents; I’m still looking to see what I can find.
Don’t forget to vote for Rosie’s Sweet Adeline group on the NBC show tonight, btw! Good luck to them!
swampus, I’ve never bothered to ask them for plum tomatoes… mostly because I fully expect them to tell me that they’ve got perfectly good tomatoes and perfectly good plums, so I could just as easily use half of each. Some folks just don’t belong in the groceteria business.
Dinner is progressing well. A nice bottle of California chardonnay is chilling in the fridge. Chikkie has been slathered in butter and preserved lemon paste, and is roasting away in the oven. Saffron buns are on rise #2… the dough looked rather flat after the first rise, but I went ahead and shaped it anyways in the hopes that the second rise will go better. Stoopit uncooperative yeast. Need to top and tail some green beans to steam up last minute, after which the feasting shall commence.
Hope you survived the maul unscathed, Taters. I make a policy of avoiding those places until the holiday madness is over.
Well, duh! If you want tomatoey plums or plumy tomatoes this makes perfectly good sense! I should open my own grocery store!
I have defilthyfied da cave. Go me! I have dusted, mopped, scrubbed and vacuumed.
I have been told (told, not asked if I wanted to, mind you!) that we shall dine at the good Eyetalian place for dindin tomorrow. Guess that means I dont’ have to cook.
I shall though. Ima make up some meatloafs (meatloaves?) tomorrow. One I will bake and will be dindin Tuesday and the others (I usually end up with three or four dependin’ on how big I make 'em) will be frozen for later use. Also, I shall either bake or rotisserie a chicken for another dindin or two this week.
I’m headed up to ye olde homeplace this Saturday after work. Next Sunday is mom’s birthday, so sis and I will take her out for lunch that day. I will also go to church with mom. My sister, the heathen, will meet us for lunch afterwards. Have I mentioned I’m the good one?
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I have been told (told, not asked if I wanted to, mind you!) that we shall dine at the good Eyetalian place for dindin tomorrow. Guess that means I dont’ have to cook.
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and this is a problem, why?
What? No pity for the fact that I have been ordered, nay, forced to leave the comforts of my cave to go to a place that will prepare dindin for me and clean up afterwards? I mean do you realize I will have to actually put on pants and shirt to go do this? Not to mention socks and shoes. Woe is me!
pfffft - muu-muus and sandals are *soooooooo *last century. I say go for the sequinned tube top and thong ensemble.
I got motivated and packed breakfast and lunch for tomorrow. I’m about to crawl into beddy-bye and bid farewell to another far-too-short weekend. Stoopit work - I deserve to be independently wealthy, dammit!!!
So, there I was, posting away, when our power went out. It keeps going out momentarily. This is not a good thing because it wreaks havoc with our alarm clocks. I’m worried that I’m going to oversleep because of it.
At any rate, we survived the maul and managed to knock out the birthday presents for my son and a bit of our Christmas shopping.
My baby turns 17 tomorrow. Seventeen! I can’t believe it. I see so little of him nowadays and I know that in just a very few short years, I’ll see less.
My husband kicked me out of the den so he could order my Christmas present. I am hoping against all hope that he did not spend some outrageous sum on me. I told him not to. In fact, I told him that I didn’t need a Christmas present; Hawaii was present enough for me. He didn’t listen. I know what I’m getting him, just have to pick it up.
I gather you two don’t like your underoos starched.
It’s 2am and I’m up. Ought’a go and start looking for Bellybutton Gazers who say that “in-depth analysis is better than superficial analysis.” Why do you need cites for that escapes me, but I guess it’ll be good preparation for posting in GD.
We don’t have a volunteer for tomorrow yet, rosie. I had thought about getting us started, but am having some computer issues that I’m trying to fix… External hard drive went wonky just before I went to move stuff to actual computers. I’m running recovery software on it right now and keeping my fingers crossed. If I understand the display correctly, it’s finding files, so there’s hope, I think. Had to go out and buy a new external drive. Teeny tiny thing has almost 10 times as much space as the old one. It’s going to be the multimedia drive that also gets backed up to Mozy, if Mozy will let me.
That’s very odd, Muppet. Din-din sounds yummy, though. I’m not sure if the corner grocery store has saffron, but they definitely have plum tomatoes and a number of unusual items in their import sections.
swampy and ruble and Nava and FCM are all making be giggle. FTR: I do not like my underoos starched and they are definitely not crispy. And swampy’s potential dinner attire is…amusing.
Sorry you had to work, doggio. I have to work tomorrow and already donwanna.
Guess I should crawl into bed and either knit or read.
gt, the funny thing is that the corner store here does have saffron. As do several of the little independent grocers in the 'hood. I guess when you’re the little guy, it probably pays to take the time to discover what your customers want and keep it in stock. (I live in the kind of foo-foo neighbourhood where people don’t just want saffron, they only want the kind that’s from a little Spanish village where it’s picked the little old ladies of the same family who have tended the same field for centuries on end)
swampus, I vote for short shorts and a spangled crop-top. Assuming it’s a dress-up sort of place, that is.
So I was all set to volunteer for tomorrow’s MMP, but The Boy has been camped out on the good 'puter all day playing his new game… which, unfortunately, meant I didn’t get a chance to download photos from my camera and make them presentable. It’s his first real weekend almost two months (not counting the week we were on vacation), so I figured I’d cut him a little slack.
I’ll volunteer for next week, though, assuming no one has dibs on it yet?
Some folks just don’t belong in the groceteria business.
