Woohoo! Mr. Lissar has a job! He is a real live telemarketer!
For a few weeks, until someone hires him. So far, it’s going okay. He gets to talk to little old ladies (he’s on the daytime shift) and occasional SAHMs.
And it’s 14th century clothing, Ex. Sheesh. Cotehardies and sideless surcotes, not farthingales and bumrolls and ugly brocade! Kids. Back in my day, people knew about clothes…
I knew somebody was going to say that…
Anyway, I’m all about trying new things, but Spaghettios in Shepard’s Pie?? That’s just wierd.
Just to make sure we’re all on the same page, owl pellets (more properly called castings) are owl barf. They upchuck the parts that are not easily digested like fur, feathers, large bone chunks, stuff like that.
Unless you actually managed to make owl-shaped poops all by yourself. If so, I congratulate you on having a unique talent, and will take your word for it: I really do NOT want to see your handiwork (or whatever it would be called in that case).
I’ve always thought it tastes like Jagermeister, not rancid creme de menthe and sweatsocks…wait, that is what Jagermeister is made of. Nevermind.
I dissected one of those commercially available owl pellets, very cool stuff in there, if you are a kid.
I still have my prom dresses, all three of them. Never know when they’ll be back in style.
Ok.
I’m bored, lonely, and I’ve run out of stuff to say. (How surprising.)
I’ve got nothing on owls, pellets, or the 14 century.
So what say I just give the steering wheel a hard turn.
And now for something completely different…
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! How Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!
(No idea where that burst of maternal estrogen came from.)
AWWWWW!!! Whuzza widdle fuzzy-head? Schnoogy schnoogy schnoogy! Issum a cute widdle fuzzy-head!
I like kittens. I don’t have one right now, though. I want one, but first I have to move to a place where the landlord isn’t a small cute fuzzy animal hater. I mean he hates small cute fuzzy animals, not that he’s small cute and fuzzy and hates animals. He did let me keep my kids, though. Maybe because they’re not fuzzy.
Did someone mention Spaghetti-Os?
Spaghetti-Os in a recipe? Is this the new cream-of-chicken-soup? Does she make a green bean and spaghetti-Os casserole with, um, parmesan cheese on top? :eek:
Spaghetti-Os?? Just too weird. Nothing against your mom, but, that’s just too weird.
I think I’ve lost my appetite. Forever.
Come on 'Nookie, get off the P, you’re scaring the children. Be carefull though, if you were to trip you could scuff up your shoes something fierce seeing how the P is all of a 1/4 inch high. You could get a wicked nosebleed up there and that would really scare the kiddies.
You can just buy owl barf? Cooooooooool!
Have you ever noticed that the name for hamster food and the name for “processed” hamster food are both “pellets”? Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?
’nookie given a choice between worms and the Shepherd’d pie, I’d take a big bowl of worms anyday. Spaghettios? :eek:
FCM I knew you knew what cheese straws are. You’ve lived in and around Jawja’s most southern city (Jacksonville) waaaaaaay long enough to have eaten them. I mean, surely you haven’t lived there that long without attending a wedding reception. One simply cannot have a wedding reception without cheese straws after all. The cheese straw link was for all the others in here whom I expected to say what are cheese straws. The little boogers are good, ain’t they? 
I’ve never actually eaten a cheese straw. I’ve only been to one wedding reception (sorta) in the 20 years I’ve lived here, and it was way too low-brow for cheese straws (I didn’t know the bride and groom - I was there to support the stepmother of the bride) But some day, when I have a real kitchen again, I would like to make some.
Unless a dear friend should perhaps send me some one day.
Not that it’s that big a deal…
Sorry for the fashion mistake Lissla. For your information, I get two hundred years off in my sartorial arrangements all the time. I can’t be accused of being well-dressed even by those standards, either.
For instance, my stockings are wrinkled, I’m missing the button off the left knee of my breeches, my shoe buckles need polishing, my waistcoat is too tight, my stock is limp, the braid on my coat is frayed, and I need to get my hat re-blocked.
I look like George Washington’s drunken half-brother today.
Dwyr, there is something just wrong about a kitten in tupperware. Particularly when we’re talking about commercial owl pellets. I mean, just where do you think they get their materials??? 
Okay, I must be a southern low brow cause I don’t have a clue what a cheese straw is. Anybody help me out here??
…never mind…
swampy, while you’re making and sending out cheese straws, you can send some my way as well. You’re right, they are delish!
I happen to like Spaghetti-O’s (though I haven’t eaten them in quite some
time-o), but I have never tried them in a recipe.
My prom dress was a red haltar with a full circle skirt and strings of rhinestones that went from the back of the neck and fanned out to connect to the back of the dress (I tried to fabricate some kind of illustration here using asterisks, but couldn’t get it to look right…so you all will just have to try to picture it in your mind). That dress has been passed down to several nieces to be used as a “dress-up” gown. They just love it.
Oh, and I happen to like to drink Jager with Red Bull…try it, it’s yummy!
no owl input
When I clicked the link, I made a sound like this:
EEEEEEEEeeeeeeeewoooowwoooooowwoooEEEEEE!
I’ll trade my baby kitten for that baby kitten!
Well, with all that, Ex, I hope your wig is on straight at least. You are wearing a wig, aren’t you?
Ok, shucks, I’ll come down from the P now. I guess I wouldn’t be setting a very good example for the children.
Oh and I like serving that shepherds pie recipe to people just for the reaction 
Although since I grew up with it as a staple (my father had a tendancy to spend his whole check on girlfriends and if you used cheap meat, canned corn and powdered potato my mom could make this for like 5 bucks and we’d eat it for 2 days) it has become a kind of comfort food for me.
Just for Tupag here’s a picture of cheese straws. If ya want a recipe, scroll up a few posts and look at the cheese straw link I posted earlier. Now I want cheese straws! Snack crack I tell ya.
Gee, Rue. If I’m going to lob up a softball the least you can do is take a cut at it.
Don’t get me started on this damned hair ribbon.
