Ya do? My father-in-law lives in Hendersonville … Edneyville, actually, amid zillions of apple orchards. We’re practically neighbors!
Well howdy, neighbor!
95 percent of the time, wouldn’t they be using them just to make intoxicating beverages?
I hope we’ll be able to get down there in a couple weeks and I can buy a bushel of NC apples. I love to bake apple pies in the fall with the yummy fresh apples and lard in my pie crust.
Also, Acsenray — I think they dried quite a lot of apples in the olden days. When reconstituted they’re delish.
She gets her jackboots, and decides she’s too good to be a Mumper anymore. Welcome back, stranger.
After several months of bickering with the wife, I’m finally active in the Navytown Rescue Squad. This is the (mercifully short) tale of my first shift.
The Navytown squad has 2 stations. One is within easy walking distance of home, and the other is close to the office. My default will be to run out of the one near the house.
I showed up at the station at the appointed time, and tried the combination for the door. Didn’t work, so I tried again. Still didn’t work, so they must have changed it. Harrumph. I waited patiently by the door, hoping someone would let me in. A cute girl parked and came to the door. “I’m Ericka, one of the lieutenants. We kicked someone out yesterday, so the combinations were changed, and I didn’t call you yet.” At least I hadn’t fat-fingered things.
Once inside, I met my crew. Josh was the crew chief, and Zack was another crew member like me. Since I don’t have Maryland certifications yet, I’m at the bottom of the pecking order once again, even though I theoretically outranked Josh. There was an immediate discussion because there was no driver. Ericka was drafted.
Once that was settled, Josh looked me over and asked, “Why are you dressed like that? Are you an EMT?” I had on my normal duty pants and combat boots I wore in Cottonfield County.
“Uh, yeah”, and I showed my NC card. They were impressed, but also reiterated that my card didn’t count in MD, which I knew already.
We did our equipment checks and got gear, then the most important part of the shift happened, namely dinner. Ericka was hong-gry, and bitched constantly that checkout was taking too long.
We rolled out and headed to the local Panera. I sort of held back in our group of four because I had never eaten at the joint, and was unfamiliar with the menu. Ericka wasn’t shy, and charged right up to the counter. She placed order and paid for it. **Then. The. Tones. Went. Off. **My Og, I wish I had a camera, because the look on her face was one of those stereotypical priceless moments.
The call was for a female with chest pain. The call was mostly boring, but she did not show the usual cardiac signs, instead we did suspected some kind of rib problem. Her big tell-tale was shallow breathing, which is typical for a broken rib. We transported her to the hospital uneventfully.
Ericka was entertaining, and demonstrated her nickname of Miss Roadrage. She yelled at a couple of drivers, bellowed at someone who was clearing a grill from the road after it fell off the truck, and simmered as we passed an Amish buggy. Somehow, I don’t think she was sincerely POed, but playing to the crew instead.
After we cleared the hospital, we headed back to Panera. This time, we had all eight feet touching the pavement when the tones sounded for a sick call. For once, I don’t think Ericka’s reaction was for show. Fortunately, we got a few miles down the road when we were cancelled. Ericka, and the rest of us, got to eat our dinner. While there, we heard a page for a car/buggy accident near the hospital, with serious injury. All of us were sure it was the buggy we passed.
We had no other calls that night. Ericka and Josh were sure I was going to bring the FNG curse, making us run all night, but they were happily wrong. It was a good first night.
Dang - glad your ER adventure didn’t take place in the 1830s - the outcome probably wouldn’t have been nearly as good. :eek:
OK, you can all quit panicking - I’m here! While I don’t have a terrifying ER story like the OP, I was in the hospital all morning. Today was FCD’s second shot in the spine - third one due in 2 weeks. But he’s headed off to work now, and I’m doing laundry and trying to stay awake. We watched an episode of Dexter last night, and I kept dreaming about it - dreams about serial killers don’t make for very restful slumber. :eek:
{{{kai}}} Sometimes people really suck, don’t they? But we all lurves ya!
There’s going to be an apple festival at a local church this weekend - I may go check it out. I doubt that they have a cider press, tho, unless it’s unlike any other church I’ve ever known. 
Another cold, dreary, drizzly day, but we’re promised beauteous weather after Tuesday, so we shall see! Meanwhile, Happy Monday!
Thank you! Tell the spammers to spam the MMP more often and then I’ll have an excuse to pop in.
You want an excuse? How about a group of Mumpers needing adult supervision?? Not me, of course, but you know that swampy… 
Adult? Ellen? BWAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAA!!!
Ok, she’ll either laugh or I’ll get sent off to reform school or whatever it is that happens. We shall see.
Sneakin’ in a quick post from irk just to say howdy.
Yay a BBBobbio bambilance story!
Laterz!
Pretty much.
Apparently the people who had apples had a LOT of them. Apparently 1 bushel of whole apples will make 1 or more gallons of cider and there’d probably be about 300 gallons made for an average family each fall. It’s pretty much all they drank. But, all the other apples would go into the N.O.T. cellar and would be cooked into various things.
I would dearly love for someone to create a recipe web site that prohibits any recipe that has cream-of-anything soup as an ingredient. Then again, I’m probably the only person in the world who HATES HATES HATES cream-of-anything soup in any recipe. I refuse to use it.
The absolute worst was someone’s interpretation of Cracker Barrel’s hash brown casserole made with cream of frickin’ chicken soup! ugh!
So I guess I need to make up my own recipes. I’ll show 'em all!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
That’s all. Off to the kitchen with me.
Me toooooooooo! I won’t even allow the stuff in the house!
I am back at work. Well working from home and I really really really hate my job. Urgh. Gripe over I promise. I am grateful to be employed I just hate this current position.
I also love cider. English alcoholic type cider…yum! 
If the ban was Cream of Mushroom, I’d go for it. I kinda like Cream of Broccoli, though, but it’s the only one in the genre.
Cream of anything in Cracker Barrel Hash Brown Casserole? :dubious: :smack: :eek: The horror!
I am still full of OW, I am also woozy from pain meds.
What was the diagnosis?
Great OP, shortdrum and I’m glad to hear your sweetie made it through the nastiness too.
(((((Wiki))))) - betrayal is the toughest of things to understand, much less forgive but I hope you at least manage to make peace.
(((((rosie))))), get well soon else I’ll send you some of my really lethal spinach soup…
Well done on bambilance duty too, BBBobbio, good to hear that you finally got dinner after all that excitement.
Despite the mention of English and alcoholic (fitting the first and aspiring to the second), I cannot abide cider. Apples in most other forms are fine, but cider? Wouldn’t give a farthing for it.
In today’s news, I have completed my online benefit claim and am now officially a workshy dole-scrounger. I have had a very busy first day of unemployment, I went to my mother’s and from there I took her to the garden centre for compost, the other garden centre for bedding plants, the pub for lunch, the supermarket for groceries and the Big Blue Building for a new laptop. Very productive day for her, busy for me, and I have not long been home.
Tomorrow I have to get my hair cut in the morning and then collect a parcel for 'im indoors from the post office as it arrived last week but requires a signature so someone has to go and fetch it. After that, I will probably be cleaning the bathroom in the afternoon, and then going to Fat Club in the evening followed by a catch-up gossip with a friend.
Honestly, I really don’t know how I found time for a job…
Break from domestical attack. I just made a double batch of 'nanner bread, in the form of a dozen muffins and a square “loaf” - it smells really good in here. Then I built a ham-onion-N.O.T. casserole without cream of anything soup - I can make my own white sauce, thank you. 
I’ve got a bottle of hard cider in the fridge - it’s really good. I may have it with supper tonight. All this cider talk is making me thirsty.
Waiting for daughter and spousal unit to get home. Time to crochet some more, I guess.
Culinary Boy went to the Big Farmer’s Market in search of apples. We escaped with a .5 peck of white sweet potatoes and .5 peck of Arkansas Black apples. Those are the best apples I’ve had in decades. Seriously. I had an apple and a half and I ate the whole one down to the core. I usually just eat the skin and the little bit of flesh around the skin because storebought apples are not as crisp as they should be. These? These are very crisp.
BBBobbio- - I just heard a report on the news about the buggy accident on Sat night - a truck hit the buggy and turned it over, and a girl riding in it was ejected and died. 