Yes, the kind of art that goes on velvet.
You know what else I used to really like? Do you care? Prolly not, but I’m gonna tell you: grilled peanut butter and jelly sanniches. The peanut butter must be Jif, or Adam’s Homestyle will do. The peanut MUST be smooth, not chunky. I’ll telly you why in a minute. Smear gobs of peanut butter on the first piece of bread; white bread; Wonder or Langendorf or some such type. On the second piece of bread smear jelly, it must be strawberry, raspberry, blackberry or marion berry (I’m a berry kinda gal). Next heat a gob of butter in a frying pan; get it nice and hot, smack that sannich down in the hot, bubbly butter and fry it on each side until its a nice golden brown.
Now, remove said sannich, sammich, whatever, from pan. Notice how ooey, gooey, the smooth peanut butter has become. Notice how the ooey, gooey, goodness just melts in your mouth and slides down to your happy tummy.
Rue, I gotta say that grilled peanut butter/nanner/honey combo sounds interesting. I may try it. It should freak the kids out.
**Swampy, ** sweetie, no matter how many times you say it; that nanner/mayo combo just isn’t cutting the mustard with me. Blech!
FCM , I fear the chandelier is yours to keep. Oh, you may eventually get ride of it, but it will be like that evil doll in the Twighlight Zone (or was that Outer LImits). It will keep mysteriously appearing and eventually it will trip you and hurt you or worse!
My husband has been known to eat peanut butter and mayo sandwiches–“because it makes them slide down easier.”
He has also been known to eat spaghetti sandwiches.
But I still love him. I just don’t always watch him eat.
I just had a delicious, crunchy Cuban sandwich for lunch.
Oh, and if anyone asks you what happened to those Cubans that used for me, please don’t say anything.
But, merry! Sketti sammiches are gooood!
Anybody ever eat a watercress sammich? I allus remember reading about refined ladies sitting around at tea time eating watercress sammiches. Isn’t watercress a lot like lettuce? I’ve never actually eaten watercress that I can remember. Which brings me to a small research project. My gramma allus said that if we didn’t eat our crusts, we’d never be rich. Well, I ain’t rich so you can pretty much deduce that I didn’t eat my crusts. How bout y’all??? (And if you are wondering at the progression from watercress sammiches to eating crusts, it’s cause alla them refined ladies only ate delicate watercress sammiches with the crusts cut off, and cut into quarters, or sumpin’ like that) :rolleyes:
Tupug Current Crust Eater (I keep hopin’ gran was right and it’s not too late.)
I love to grill my PB&J. Don’t do it much now, because a lot of times I am having the PB&J right before work, and I’d rather not walk in smelling like grease. I’m crazy-fussy that way. And, of course, I don’t use butter - I spray the bread with Pam.
Sandwiches - the great uniter.
Susan
Speaking of peanut butter and it’s myriad uses, I like to put peanut butter, must be Peter Pan, schmooth, on pancakes instead of regular old butter. It makes them stick to your ribs longer so you’re not hungry again in 45 minutes.
…with good maple syrup…REAL maple syrup. You can’t forget the syrup!
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I’ve never had it, either, but it never sounded that appealing to me. Guess I’m not very refined.
I’d never heard this one; we were told to eat our crusts because it would make our hair curly. I always ate my crusts, certain of my sisters did not. Guess who’s the only one with curls? But I’m sorry Tupug, your Gran had it wrong; I’m nowhere near rich.
Actually, our mom never cared about whether or not we ate our crusts or finished our plates. She just gave any leftovers to the dogs or the chickens, so nothing was wasted. She’s cool like that.
And, on preview, as a kid, I used to like my pancakes that way, too, Homebrew, back when I still ate peanut butter. The penultimate sister still does (eat her pancakes w/peanut butter). Now, I prefer sour cream, applesauce and brown sugar. Or the berry syrup you can get from IHOP or Perkin’s. Or even just brown sugar. I’m not fond of maple.
You know, this thread is becoming a list of all the foods I don’t like. Which is weird, because it’s a short list; I’ll eat almost anything, unlike Autumn (the penultimate sister), or Umber (second-born) who are incredibly picky.
I like food. A lot. Which is why up until 2 years ago, I packed a lot of extra weight on my frame.
Since I’ve lost the weight, I’ve been more picky about my food - I am terrified of gaining the weight back. It’s not that I won’t like a food - it’s just that I don’t like it enough to sacrifice something else for it.
That being said, I just ate a piece of birthday cake. It was for my boss’ boss - I didn’t want to be rude!
Susan
I think it’d be stunning over your hot tub! You’d be the envy of, well, everyone! Except me, because I’ve already experienced it.
I saw a tv show where they decorated a backyard with a chandelier over the table. So there should be no visits from the decorating police if you want to put it over your hot tub. In fact, you could swing from the chandelier to splash into the hot tub. Or other stuff that would make swampy <snerk>.
Watercress sandwiches are pretty good. The correct sort of watercress is sort of peppery flavored and was nummy with the sour cream/cream cheese stuff that was spread on the bread. Really good with tea.
I want a crumpet pan.
What address? Watercress!
Watercress is a lot like parsley. I can’t imagine that a watercress sandwich is at all substantive. I also read a lot of old time stories where they talk about picnicking on watercress or cucumber sandwiches. Doesn’t really sound appealling. Perhaps appalling.
This reminds me of an old (bad) joke:
Why can’t you starve in the desert? Because of the sand which is there.
Shibb BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Well, I thought it was funny! And I love me some Cuban sammiches.
Tuppy glad you liked my lurvely cheerleader outfit. It makes me feel so pretty.
Winnie are you making disparaging remarks about my gayness? :dubious:
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] and FCM just before I read y’alls posts, I was on my back porch. I was thinking to myself, maybe I could put the chandelier over the hot tub. Then I thought, nah, that needs a disco ball. 
Maybe I could hang the chandelier over the breakfast table. Or over my bed. Wouldn’t that be all elegant and refined like? Then Puggy and me could sit on the bed eatin’ watercress sammiches and washin’ em down with beer… errr… tea.
Taters it’s nanners and mayo on a nanner sammich. Of course there’s no mustard. Sheesh! Pay attention!
I like sammiches.
I like nanners.
Under no circumstances should they ever meet. However, I might just be biased. My stepmom didn’t like me very much and at a young age before I acquired a taste for nanners, she would make me PB & nanner sammiches every day for lunch. 12 grain bread-yum, bananas-eh, co-op all natural peanut butter-definitely not yum…build sammich and place in the bottom of the lunch bag…proceed to drop apple and juice box or thermos onto the sammich. By the time lunch rolls around you have an oily concoction of nasty PB and brown mushy bananas - BLECH! I am glad that she is not my stepmother any longer.
Peanut butter on waffles. Waffles are much better than pancakes. Pancakes=soggy; waffles=crisp.
Also french toast=soggy. Why does anyone want to eat soggy bread?
I have a sister who used to (and perhaps still does) mash nanners with graham crackers. It really looks horrible, but it tastes okay. I think I may buy me some graham crackers. Not for mashing with nanners, but for frosting. That’s a swwet treat I haven’t had in a long time. Or maybe I’ll use animal crackers and dip them in the frosting as though I was eating chips and dip. Since I’m on my own (no boyfriend yet, when will the All-Knowing Eight Ball make good on its prediction) I can even double dip if I want to.
Tender, Kallessa, tender. Not soggy. Custardy and scrumptious.
And real maple syrup is a sign that God loves us. Especially on french toast. Especially with whipped cream.
Just got back from dance class. It was hard. I am tired, and yet feel strangely compelled to keep exercising in order to avoid housework. I don’t like bananas, but I think grilled nutella and peanut butter would probably be good. I might have that for dinner.
A co-worker chewed me out without reason on Friday. I’m working with him tomorrow. I feel slightly tense. He’s moody, and I know that, but he insulted me, told me I was untrustworthy, and was snide. I wasn’t expecting it, so I didn’t respond with the blast of honest anger that I probably should have. If I’m not expecting someone to be angry with me my first instinct is to try to figure out what I did to offend them. I think he took that as confirmation that I’m a horrible person.
I don’t get it. I’ve just been friendly with him, and he acted liked I did something extremely wrong and have been tattling and backbiting and killing his pets or something. Tomorrow won’t be fun.
Oh I don’t think so, Lissla! Hmmmm… I no longer have easy access to scorpions, but they were never lethal unless you could get a bunch to sting at once anyway. The good news is, I have many sharp and/or pointy objects, a sander, various solvents, and a kiln in which we could dispose of things.
Or you could be really cruel and be super, super nice to this person. So cheerful! So kind! So very Pwincess Pwecious!
So last night I had a dream in which (whilst seated at a lovely table for two at a chi-chi 1940’s nightclub) I took a couple of chocolate bars and made them soft enough to mold over my teeth. Voila! Chocolate teeth! And this made me very cool.
And swampy, a disco ball over the hot tub would be all wrong. What would you swing from? And it would get all fogged up and then would not work efficiently at all.
Chocolate teeth automatically make you really cool.
I bought a friend a pair of chocolate dentures once. They were white chocolate, so they were realistically coloured, even. Pretty scary. I think he was turning 22. I was 18, and thought 22 was ancient.
Now I know better. 22 is young. 30 is ancient.
:d&r: