I’ve had about 10 job-related calls today and it’s barely 11:30. I’m dizzy.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 68 degrees Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 75 and maybe rainy. Who knows. I do know that it is way hyoooomid out!
doggio I know! I’m so glad I noticed no mention of anybody bringin’ deviled aigs. Aigs, however, are boiled and peeled. Tonight they shall be devilized.
:: Leads Nava to the faintin’ couch and hands her the smellin’ salts. ::
I need more caffiene stat! Plus rumbly tummy has suddenly gotten very demandin’. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence. I think we shall get out earlyish today. Of course today is Firday for the week so there is that!
Happy Hump Day (or Firdayish for all who may be off the next two days) Y’all!
How did it get to be four already? I made cookies, but I’m not impressed with the recipe. Butterscotch chips smell suspicious. Next time it’s just white chocolate and cashews.
**Everybody look over there! **No, I don’t know how those butterscotch chips got in your pocket.
Clockwork (may I call you Clocky? how about SqueekyPants?), it really does help to know that it could be worse with the Tea Kettle Proliferation Situation. Maybe I should just go have one of them powder coated the color I want. If that doesn’t work maybe a little sweater/cozy. Naw, that’d go up in flames post-haste.
Afternoon all.
London trip went well, which makes me a happy Nut. After barely being able to walk for months, I managed to juuust get better enough to be able to get around wiv a stick. Didn’t even get lost, which is a first. Glad I got to borrow a scooter at Kew though, didn’t realise how big Kew Gardens really was, and I would have barely seen any of it without. 
Nice seein’ the bro too, we don’t meet up much.
Am I still allowed to be thankful for stuff even in ole England? I reckon we should have a national complaining day over here instead 
Anyways, I have a big list of stuff I should be doing today, and so far, I’ve not done any of it.
Happy turkey (or tofurkey) day, those of you who have one, and the rest of you try have a nice time too, 'k?
But ok in the state confusion? State of inebriation? State of Connecticut?
Off to an early meeting.
Blurf.
Happy Virtual Firday to all US MMPers. My givadammer is on the fritz.
I want to announce that I have 2, count ‘em, 2 bambilance shifts this weekend. Real Firday, and Sunday, both in the daylight. Seein’ how Real Firday is also Black Firday, it’s bound to be busy with car wrecks and shopper riots. Maybe I’ll have a tale when the smoke clears. Also, VWife Is Not Amused[sup]tm[/sup].
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I have just figured out that there are no deviled aigs on the menu for turkey day! :eek:
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Just once, I’d like to see someone serve up deviled turkey eggs. What? They’re birds, they lay eggs and I can only assume that if chefs go gaga over quail eggs and ostrich eggs that turkey eggs must also be edible.
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And I’ve decided how to deal with the penguin with the broken flipper - I’ve asked **FCD **to make a teeny tiny crutch to fit under its flipper. Tiny Tim Penguin!
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I love it! A perfect way to rescue something from the trash.
I must be lucky. Other than one mishap with a piece of Fiestaware that was in the wrong box several years ago, Amazon’s been trouble-free for me. Interestingly, it was a green tea pot in a sealed box that said Cinnabar or some other Fiesta color that isn’t even remotely green. Maybe Jeff Bezos has a secret fascination with green tea pots, and he asked the Fiestaware people to put incorrect labels on boxes?
**Bobbio **may recognize this scheme. DH is having a roux-en-y in a couple of weeks, and the low-fat, low-everything liquid diet is intended to help shrink the liver so there’s less of it to be moved out of the way so the surgeon can get at the stomach. Then, for two weeks post-op, his digestive system will be in full rebellion mode and unable to handle solids. Then he’ll transition to pureed stuff like apple sauce and cottage cheese that’s been run through a blender.
Yup. My schema was 2 weeks liquid, 2 weeks soft, then regular food as I could tolerate. The length of the phases depends on the dictates of the surgeon.
I didn’t have a specific pre-op diet to follow, but I did go low carb for the week leading up because my sugar was high at the time the labs were taken. The Jello I ate the day before has turned me off Jello for all time.
gotti I wouldn’t serve up deviled turkey aigs because I want the turkey aigs to turn into delicious, nummy turkey. How big is a turkey aig I wonder. Also, poor DH! I wish him well.
Nut glad the trip to Merrye Olde LondonTowne went well.
Where did all these buttescotch chips come from? :: Looks suspiciously at Ashes[sup]2[/sup]. ::
The IMS is actin’ a fool. However, since I don’t need to be in it I don’t care! So There! 
Is anyone going to do the Cornish hen stuffed into the turkey-“Ohmygawdthebirdwaspregnant!?!” gag this year?
A quick buzzcut through. Work, work and more work and getting ready for Thursdays buffet dinner with friends. One lost her mom over the weekend so its going to be a little tough but ----- we can make it fun.
Anyone else see the new commercials for ancestry.com? With Santa? My favorite is the second; especially the end with the photo of the “old Santa” and the bears.
Santa Claus | Ancestry - YouTube
Or how about turducken? Or if you’re Jewish, turbriskefilte? (Wolowitz’s mother from Big Bang Theory served that one Thanksgiving). I didn’t know deviled aigs is T-Day tradition. I have only 4 aigs, one is earmarked from b-fast tomorrow, and I’m NOT going to the store today. My guests will have to do without.
WetOne all I know is that here in the sunny (but today rainy and dreary) southern USofA, any occasion to throw a feast must include deviled aigs. It’s a rule up there with the rule that if cheese straws are not served at a weddin’ reception then the marriage ain’t legal. The other big rule is never dis okra AKA The Pod of God. There are other rules, of course, but those are considered the big three.
It’s a strange and wonderful place I live in.
I would, but my kids would end up with PTSD, and in-laws would think that the bird really was pregnant (no joke).
I have my turkey brining. I first started brining several years ago, and am never going back. I think the only thing that could improve the finished bird is smoking it instead of roasting. Never have tried that but I hear It’s good. The first brine recipe I ever used was good, but it called for white wine. I think not. This year, I tried apple juice instead of H2O. Sounds good, hopefully it will be. Cranberry sauce and apple pies to be cooked tonight.
Found out yesterday I… well, let’s just say I didn’t do too well on my last Spanish test. I’m gonna have to have Nava come tutor me. I have a short paper on the Spanish civil war to write (well, finish) that’s due on Monday. Then I have to give a presentation on it. Shoot me now.
Gwow! Cecil answered the turkey egg question! I was thinking how great deviled turkey eggs would be 'cause there’d be more deviled goodness. Then, why not go for the ultimate deviled egg? With an ostrich you’d only have to do one!
Oh! I just ‘membered–my sister once found a whole ostrich in her front yard! Somebody misplaced an ostrich (how?) and didn’t claim it. So Lil’ Cinder called a local ostrich farm and they came and got it and traded eggs and meat. She says there was a lot of egg. Really, really, a lot.
gotti, I suspect an art teacher in the switching of the fiestaware. See, cinnabar is pretty much opposite green on the color wheel, and a switch would force you to learn that. Or not.
Also, Swampy, I don’t know what you’re talking about, it wasn’t me, and you can’t prove it.
It’s easy: the latest (to date) Spanish Civil War involved a bunch of people shooting each other, a famous picture done in tones of grey, and some foreign correspondents writing novels whose title in Spanish is usually mispronounced (most people call “For Whom the Bell Tolls” ‘¿Por quién doblan las campanas?’, which is not quite the same). No colonies were either lost or misplaced during the making of the movie.
This. I’m going to say this. I will stand at the head of my class, give them the benefit of your wisdom, and bask in their incredulity and admiration. My Spanish instructor will be so impressed with my knowledge and attention to detail that he will give me an ‘A’, right on the spot, and excuse me from further study because, obviously, my penetrating genius is vast and uncompromised. I will be a school hero! The denziens of my humble college will burn with envy simply because I exist. Women will want me, men will want to be me. All because of my brillance, as exhibited in Spanish 101: Spanish for beginners.
I hafta go to the store.
Last night it was decided (by Wifey) that T-day dessert wil be impossible coconut pie. Upon further investigation, it was discovered that we are out of coconut! :eek::eek::eek:
So I hafta go to the store. :rolleyes:
Cross your appendages for me.
Just get a couple of frozen Sara Lees. Makes life easier (and shorter).
Hi all! Just wanted to pop in and say that surgery went really well on Monday, and I was home, minus one Evil Spot, shortly after noon. I’m feeling good (might be the vicoden) with very little pain - much less than before the surgery. The tumor was sent off to pathology, but the surgeon still thought it was benign. Now I’m just taking it easy. I didn’t do anything Mon or Tues. Today I’ve done a half day of work from home. I think I’m going to do the same on Firday. Not a bad way to spend the week!
We’re having Thanksgiving with a friend. KT’s smoking a locally-raised, free-range turkey from a farm that has just awesome meat. We’ll have mashers, dressing, brussels sprouts, squash, and cranberry sauce. And apple crisp for dessert. For 3 people, that’s more than enough!
Now I’m logging off and going to relax again. Everyone have a good Thanksgiving!