The baby dream was only slightly less stupid than the wrap-my-feet-in-plastic-wrap-to-prevent-ghost-attacks dream.
Dotty, I require the pepperoni cheese bread recipe. Please!
Back later. I’m typing with two fingers because I’m eating pb and honey toast, and I’m all over honey. The typing’s a challenge.
It’s a Navy-thing, and I am very upset that it happened. Everyone he knew not to mess with my mug, and the fargin’ icehole (I called him that, only using the not-polite-for-a-family-thread equivalents) did anyway. I drink coffee black, so there is nothing to ferment and go bad in the residue.
Besides, it’s my mug, it was on my desk, it wasn’t hurting anybody, and the bastard did it out of spite.
Julie let me be the first to welcome you to our little gathering. Sorry your anniversary sucked, but good luck with the divorce.
Swampy, do you sing the Laverne and Shirley song as you skip to work? I think you should change your name to BeerBaron (or maybe BeerBearon).
The Mother Yeast sounds like something out of a bad B movie–The Yeast that Ate Albeeny. When we were kids, we had a friendship bread starter for a while. We called it Herman. We took Herman on trips with us, because he had to be burped on a regular schedule, or the Tupperware bowl he was in would explode. :eek: Yeast is weird stuff, but it makes nice bread. And beer, too. Beer is okay, but I’d rather have a nice crusty bread with real butter. I’m a breadoholic.
taxi, I hope you find a townhouse you like with a pool. Pools are nice. It sounds like Puggy is getting a pool put in–maybe we can all go over and play.
That’s pretty tame for the MMP. It gets much worse (although usually not quite so yeasty). Welcome to the MMP, anyway. I’m not sure if I should say Happy Anniversary, or Happy Not-Anniversary, but either way, champagne is the best way to celebrate.
LiLi, you’re not part marsupial, are you? That would explain the unusually small baby. if you’re going to have little teeny babies, you need to have a kangaroo pouch to keep them safe, so they don’t get squished.
I would have posted sooner, but I can’t type today. It’s going to be another unproductive day, and it’s probably my last full day of working at home for a while. I’m going back to a full-time in-the-office schedule soon. Which is good, because I need the money, but it’s nice to work at home.
Dotty, what is a rocket salad?
Swampy, on behalf of my husband I thank you for rescuing the beer. Back when I drank the stuff I drank Miller High Life, but for some reason I have done the opposite of “developing a taste for” it - I can’t stand the taste of beer.
Haze, sorry you got killed off. See ya in the Forbidden Thread.
Maybe Roo can act as a surrogate? 
**Julie **-- Welcome, and {{{}}}'s for you. I hope you can get the divorce ironed out soon (and beneficially to you), so you can pick up your life again and stop looking back!
There’ll be no trouble making around here. Ill are to it!
ultra stern like
He-e-e-ellllllo-o-o-o-o Nurse!
BBBobbio I have no idea about the Mother of all Yeasts. She resides in Milwaukee. I’m gonna assume her caretakers know how to take care of her. I don’t know and I don’t want to know. All I have to know is that baby yeasts are sent to my brewery for the purpose of brewing which I know nuttin’ about either cause I’m on the production side of things. I care about gettin’ beer in cans and bottles, gettin’ cans lidded and bottles crowned, gettin’ the beer in and out of the pasteurizer, gettin’ it over to packin’, then “over the hill” (literally it goes up a conveyor and over the hill) to palletizin’, whence cases are palletized and sent to distrubition. As long as those little cans and bottles are full enough, have the right amount of CO[sub]2[/sub] and not too much O[sub]2[/sub] (too much oxygen is bad for beer) and don’t explode on me, then I’m good.
Magi Beerbearon, I like it!
Ok off to suit up, pack my cooler and go make da beer. Today’s ensemble is black pocket tshirt and black jeans. White tube socks and black slip resistent shoes complete the outfit. I’m a veritable brewery worker fashionplate!
Later Y’all!
SCL, rocket is a leafy herb commonly called arugula or rucola in the US (I think), so rocket salad is just a green salad using nice peppery rocket leaves instead of boring old lettuce!
Lili, for the pepperoni cheese bread, follow this recipe up to and including the kneading part (You could also try adding some finely chopped chives and/or oregano to the mix). Then use a rolling pin to roll the dough out to about 1 inch thickness. Place the rolled dough on your lined baking tray, then smear half of the dough with pasta sauce and cover generously with pepperoni slices and grated cheddar cheese. Fold the empty half of the dough carefully over the fillings and crimp the top and bottom dough edges together. You can then use a milk or egg wash over the top if you want. Then bake in your preheated oven until golden brown on top (about 20 minutes rather than 30, as the dough will be thinner than the original recipe). Enjoy!!!
I’m trying to be good today. You’re not making it easy. mumble, mumble, mumble
Hey, no using my pouch without my permission.
What did I miss here?
Apparently some kind of translation program. I don’t have it either.
Figures, by the time I get to the MMP it’s 2 pages long, it’s about BEER, and I only have time to post a “Howdy all!”
I may be absentish this week, depending on whether we have to migrate the 400+ users of the server that died this morning to the new system or not.
Oooh, the secret translation program. . . got it.
LOUNE: The crow flies at midnight.
I thought it was the goose that flew at midnight.
ME, the thought of taking Herman on vacation made me laugh out loud - at work. That’s hard to explain to coworkers! 
Or we could all just go crash at BeerBear’s.
Ah, that makes sense. I’m glad to know that there was no cream/milk sitting in the mug for 7 years though! :eek:
Oh and to whoever it was that suggested I find a wrap/shawl to wear to the wedding next weekend, thank you! I finally found a dress and wrap that I like that I think will work really well. So hopefully I won’t freeze!
I forgot to add - I found Dulce du Leche Oreos at the grocery store over the weekend (in the Mexican food aisle). I thought they were pretty good, but they’re receiving mixed reviews at work. I still think they’re pretty cool though.
About the coffee mug- I went to college with a guy who used the same glass for milk for a whole year without washing it. He explained that he drank milk out of it every day, and after finishing it the milk left would dry up in a germ-free film. The next day, when he poured more milk, the thin layer of yesterday’s milk would dissolve harmlessly.
He’s still alive. He must have an amazing immune system.
Heff, The spotted whale sings in the deeps.
Around here, “mother yeast” is almost always used in reference to sourdough bread. Like the beer, there are mothers for bread that are well over 100 years old.
But, I’m sorry to say that I can’t help **swampy ** stay employed as I’m a bit far from Georgia to buy his beer, and what little beer I do drink is either Guinness or whatever unique concoction came from our friends’ bathtubs, or whatever it is that you home-brew beer in. Last year, one of 'em made a chocolate stout that was amazing. And STRONG - the stuff was closer to a cordial than a beer. At least I don’t think I’d have been able to handle a full tankard of it.
John has a long moustache.
Oodles of green noodles make blue poodles jump apple strudels.
Lissa, that makes my stomach turn. Strong immune system isn’t part of it; try non-working taste buds.
taxi78cab, “dulche de leche”? That looks like it should mean “sweetness of milk”. What are they like?
VB, Heff, the Wavehead forsythia is fuschia.
Got it?
<bursts out laughing> d&r
Welcome Julie!! Glad to have you here. 
You need an MMP name.
Happy Birthday **Swampy ** & VWife. (and anyone else I missed!)
LiLi, your pregnancy dreams crack me up. The scary thing is I have odd dreams like that all the time and I’m not even pregnant.
Not much going on, works quiet, so I’m just browsing around online. Working the early shift this week since my co-worker is gone, love this shift, I’m a morning person.
It’s freaking out and humid out again. Gotta grocery shop tonight since the fridge and pantry is just about bare. After that, I’m going to sit around in next to nothing playing video games trying to stay cool. That is, if I can get the controller away from hubby long enough…his 360 had the rings-of-death and will be heading back to Microsoft as soon as he gets the box to send it to, so now I gotta share with him…