AFAIK this is correct. I never buy crocheted garments from retailers for exactly this reason. Plus I enjoy making my own.
That’s why FCD’s biz was LLC - so we weren’t putting our house and all his shop equipment at risk, not to mention our retirement funds. Of course, most of what he did was analysis that had to be signed off by others so there really wasn’t much risk to us, but still…
PS - I’m intrigued enough that I might try making cream cheese. Maybe. Dunno what I’d do with it all - that stuff can be addictive.
It was really good. Plus she made smashed spuds, and the onion broth was really good dumped on top like gravy! We decided it needed mushrooms, too!
It’s a brisk 19° this morning. It better warm a bit later - I have to change the light on the back porch, and I’d rather not freeze, since I can’t do it in gloves. 
That’s my big chore of the day - I don’t count loading the dishwasher and pushing “Start” - that’s hardly work.
I never buy anything crocheted because I can do it myself, dammit! I was talking to my daughter last night - she prefers to crochet over knitting (mostly because she’s still figuring out how to maintain tension) and I told her about a hat pattern I’ve been making forever that I’ll teach her. She doesn’t read patterns - she goes on YouTube. Kids these day! 
Yeah, right, “kid” - she’s 36.
Anyway, it’s cold, it’s just after 7, and I’ve been up since 4 - gonna be an interesting day. Happy Sunday!!
unknown, the bike story left me giggling. 
Glad you’re getting your cheesemaking gig off the ground.
Up, caffeinating and fixing to break fast (I wasn’t really hungry when I got up). I’m thinking an omelet for breakfast since I’ll be chopping veggies to put in the crock for tonight’s supper.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Up, caffeinated and sheveled. I was up way early, because the upstairs neighbors were knocking boots at 0600 on The Lord’s Day. It’s also Gordie’s 16ish birthday/Gotcha Day. So there will be skirtches and Frosty Paws(which he sucks down like Pretzel eating an ASF)
If you eat enough kolaches to clog your heart, your Prague-nosis is grim.
Alex Catt will re-eat it, like she was chewing her cud or something. And as a Wisconsin boy, go cheesemaker! 
Bumba sorry about having to cut up the layout. Maybe you could just chainsaw a larger doorway to get it out, a la Unknown Hubs. 
Today I attack the rear deck with the pressure washer to get it cleaned up for the painters while the Ms does the same with a bucket of soapy water for the front porch decking and rails. We took everything off the walls in the MBR yesterday.
Did I mention that I really hate selling things online, especially FB Marketplace? I’m so sick of the idiots out there, and I really hate the ones who think they’re really shrewd negotiators by offering $25 for a $30 item. Did you not see the words “Price is firm” in the ad?
Morning all. Stayed in bed until 8:30am today, so it was a sleep-in weekend. Think I’ll go to the gym around 1pm, then dine out at 2-2:30pm and come home to start my cellphone education. So snackage is possible in about an hour or so. Temperature is heading to 53F.
Annnnddd…that’s about all I’ve got. Everyone have a good Sunday now.
Ahhh, the weekend every year where Iowans eat their own. I can just picture it. Kinda surprising the bride didn’t drop in the check the game. Usually Cedar Rapids leans toward rooting for Iowa~the University is the next town over. As long as they aren’t playing Nebraska I root for the Hawkeyes too.
Hug and skritches to all.I’m off for my play day with Hattie. I have a new stack of library books for her.
Howdy everyone. Same old here. Still nursing broken leg but it’s much improved. Waiting on a grocery delivery and I’ll watch the ProBowl this afternoon and more Olympics later.
Nellie I’m so glad your surgery seems a success.
Have a great Sunday everyone.
Happy Sunday!
Was a cold 15 degrees this morning, but four of us showed up.
Somebody took all the water bowls. I don’t know why people steal them. We used to have a big pot until some woman threw it out because it was lined with Teflon and the dogs would be poisoned. If I was there, I would have had something to say about throwing away things that aren’t yours to throw away. .
The neighbor (P) two doors up was showing her ass again yesterday. My neighbor’s nephew-in-law came out to do some irk in her back yard, the people who cut down her trees never came back and got rid of the wood. He’s going to cut it up for firewood. P saw him and started grilling him about fixing the fence. P has no idea that he is the nephew-in-law, she thought he was just someone hired to do irk.
P has a dog and wants my neighbor to fix the fence so her dog can’t get out. If she could learn how to ask nicely, she might get somewhere, but she is nasty. So now the niece and nephew-in-law are pissed off and are thinking of taking the fence down, because why are they responsible to keep P’s dog in P’s yard? It’s my neighbor’s fence, and there is nothing that says she has to have one. P may as well put up her own fence and be done with it.
Nothing much happening today. I’ll help my son file for unemployment. We have to get the trash and recycling out tonight.
Yay you!
As a descendant of a dairy seller (my grandpa) and cheese makers (the descendants of his sister, who have taken over the family farm), I salute you. I’m in a very different line of work myself, but I took a trip to the family farm years ago, and they confirmed this. (working with large amounts, difference between collected batches of milk, they have a huge cooling tank so they are relieved of having to process all right away) The cheese maker told us she was always conducting her own quality research, test tubes and all, and she was even experimenting with filters to keep raw-milk farmers cheese from developing listeria. Very interesting. Beautiful craft and profession.
Blessed are the cheesemakers.
Well, obviously, this is not meant to be taken literally. It refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.
In my country probably everyone is at some point related to a cheesemaker. My husband’s great grandfather made his fortune in cheese selling, which allowed his children to go to university. It is however quite a local business, mostly in North and South Holland (where I come from and still live) and around Utrecht. Friesland as well but it’s less renowned, not like Gouda or Edam.
Nifty!
And welcome to the MMP! 
When I was a kid, I was fascinated by a TV documentary on making cheddar cheese, but it left me with a burning question: how were different kinds of cheeses made? If the basic process was the same, how did the manufacturing of colby differ from that of cheddar? Mom said different cheeses used milk from different animals. She talked about ricotta made from sheep’s milk in Italy (where she was born), but I didn’t find the whole answer until the Internet came around. It was like scratching a 20-year itch.
Anyway, hats off to GG cheese and all you talented cheesemakers!
The general anesthesia wore off. That meant I slept better last night and–ta-dah!–woke up with little headache, so I think that was the answer. The incision hurts more, but I think that’s partly because I unconsciously developed a habit of leaning forward when standing and sitting because (it turns out) it relieved the pressure on the spine. It also helps with the vision issues. Definitely not good for the incision, though.
Boo, homemade egg noodles are a treat (and a skill I never mastered), and what wonderful memories you’ll be making with Harriet! One day grown-up Harriet will make egg noodles for her friends and family and talk about how Gramma taught her how, “Right, Gramma?” And you’ll nod proudly.
Sari, woe unto the self-righteous Teflon pan destroyers.
Mom, the recipe looks YUM. I’ll have to try it. Also, getting to refer to 30-somethings as “kids” is one of the perks of living past 60.
Happy Sunday, everyone! I’m going to try a real walk outside today.
I had half box of mushrooms in the fridge, and also an onion that probably needed to be eaten. So I sliced the mushrooms and chopped half of the onion and sautéed them with a big pinch of kosher salt. I chopped a Roma tomato and cut up four slices of prepackaged (sandwich) ham and threw them into the pan when the onions and mushrooms were near done; then removed everything to a bowl. Four jumbo eggs, some heavy (whipping) cream, salt and pepper. Went into the pan until set. Then the filling went on one half, with a bunch of cheddar cheese, and the other half was folded over. I turned the heat off, which was already low to prevent scorching the eggs, and put a lid on so everything would be melty and delicious.
And that was our breakfast about an hour ago. Wifey must have liked it; because even though there was a lot of food, she ate all of her half.
Thanks! I usually lurk in this thread, I think I’ve posted once or twice before.
@nelliebly good to hear the surgery went well
@purplehorseshoe you kick ass!
@everyone else:have a good Sunday
One of my husband’s aunts died - she was 98, so certainly not unexpected. Sad family situation, tho. Her husband had a very prosperous fish farming business. When he died, none of their 3 kids wanted to run the business, and squabbling over money and property ensued. One of them quit speaking to her mother, amounts of cash that their dad had hidden started disappearing, and things got ugly. The property is apparently worth a lot, and now that FCD’s aunt is gone, it’s likely to get really hateful.
How can people be like that? smh
We’re going to Texas Roadhouse for late lunch/early supper. That’s our plans for the day. I did run the dishwasher and change the porch lightbulb. So there was some productivity. Still need to clean the critter fountain… after we get home.
I’ve heard of kolachis before, and probably eaten some, but they apparently aren’t a thing around here. 
One of my college roommates tried making cheese once, but our other roommates complained about the smell, so he threw it away before we got to taste it.
About the layout: since my focus has switched from “get it out in one piece” to ‘salvage what’s reusable’ I’ve been cogitating on the best (easiest) way to cut it up with minimal sawdust production. I think the best way will involve taking the legs off so I’m gonna go up and start unscrewing the structures surrounding the legs this afternoon. Joy.
It’s a sunny day, and the temperature is all the way up to 47º Ferret Height. I think I’ll go walk a couple of miles.