I am very proud that I always floss. swells with pride, see?
What the heck is going on with you Merkins? Today’s a holiday for you lot?
Well it is a holiday for some people. This is one of those “have a holiday at your boss’ discretion days” Martin Luther King day.
For those of us who work for the Federal Govt, it’s the second of 10 Federal holidays per year. Some non-Fed companies give some or all of the holidays. My sweetie just started working for a Govt contractor, so he gets the Govt holidays off. Life is good.
Oh, cool!
wants to be a Merkin now
Where’s all the food talk? The best we can come up with is a discussion of getting pork out from between our teeth?? I’m so disappointed in us. Didn’t any of those of you with a long weekend use the extra time to cook something cool to tell us all about? I need my food talk! 
Thanks!
Whenever I have pork product issues (orally speaking-no pun intended) I use a mouthwash that proclaims itself as an " Antiseptic". It seems to work well but it makes me wonder if what’s going on in my mouth is, in fact, “Septic”. I was just wondering
As far as my food adventures this weekend, I baked a chocolate cake yesterday. I also made burgers - my burgers are good - they’re more than just meat patties.
What else? Not much. I didn’t do a lot of cooking.
There is an appalling amount of food talk in yesterday’s posts to last week’s MMP (“A Sandwich…”).
I can also contribute that I am at the conclusion of my lunch break, during which I consumed a delightful enhanced quesadilla (whole wheat tortilla, refried black beans, salsa, ham, cheese). I added lettuce too and had grapefruit for dessert.
Soon, I will consider brushing and, perhaps, flossing (I am not good at that). I’m pretty sure there is no mouthwash in the house, so flossing will be it…
Also, I’m thinking I might go out and shovel my steps and the walk to my front door. The front walk was cleared yesterday by The Best Neighbor Ever[SUP]TM[/SUP].
GT
Lissla, when your computer makes funny noises, you are supposed to laugh. it’s just trying to cheer you up, is all.
TheFærie, I’m sorry you were sick. hope all is better.
Taxi, I cooked on Friday night, a sort of lemon marsala* sauce with capers and noodles with chicken on top. Not too much sauce, just a bit. On Saturday not so much cooking, just stopped by my folks house with The Boy and had cold shrimp, some spare stone crab claws and a salad. On Sunday night we went to a friends and made all fancy-schmantsy Thai style noodles, with fresh rice noodles, sweet holy basil, chinese greens, onions, carrots and chicken. One of our friends stuffed endive with lobster meat which was very good. And our crazy friend made Tom Yum soup. That’s about it on the food front.
It’s funny that you should mention that. Here’s the story of my morning (told like a really bad movie):
Scene One (the Bedroom)
This sun is starting to shine through the window, birds chirping, etc
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Me: Unnnngg. (Thrashes around wildly, dislodging the two cats that had been sleeping on him)
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Me: Where the hell is the alarm???
*BEEP BE
Screw it, this is too hard. Anyway, I got up this morning, did the usual morning stuff (didn’t floss, though), made some coffee for me and the fiancé, and started walking to work. After I’d gotten about half a mile down the road, I realized that I had to go to Target after work, and I needed my car to get stuff home, so I turned around, walked home, got in my car, and drove to work.
Got here at 8am. Unlocked the door, walked through the empty shop, and up to my office. You see, I knew the shop folks weren’t scheduled to come in today, because we don’t start working on the next build until Wednesday. So, I gathered up last week’s timecards, listened to the 15 (!!) messages on my machine, answered a couple emails (No, I don’t need any V1agra this morning, thank you), and started in on the timecards.
After a couple hours (about 10am) I noticed my boss hadn’t come in yet, but he tends to come in kind of late on Mondays, so I finished up the payroll for last week, and went to go look for my boss so he could double check it and send it off to accounting. As I gathered up the timecards and things to take to my boss (if he ever shows up) I happened to clear off today’s little square on my calendar. It says:
Underneath that, in my own handwriting, are the words, “Office Closed.”
So, I’m going home.
:smack:
Rue, a reasonably diligent search of the internet confirmed that there is no banana toothpaste. Tom’s makes a Wild Strawberry and then there’s this
Baby Toothpaste, but that’s Apple Banana and I’m not sure that would be banana-ish enough to qualify. I didn’t even look for pork flavored toothpaste, however, Tom’s does make a Cinnamint Dental Floss Ribbon.
So, I reacted to Rue’s post is a stereotypical male way, i.e. he’s got a problem, so I’ll solve it, rather than in the stereotypical female way, i.e. letting him get it out of his system and being supportive by truly listening. I wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that I had Cocoa Puffsfor breakfast?
The Apple Computer Store in my town doesn’t have a website. Isn’t that kinda like a fish not having a bicycle?
You want to be a pubic wig? 
Yesterday, I decided that I wanted a cake. But not just an cake. It had to be a yellow cake with chocolate frosting, 'cause that’s what I was in the mood for and it’s one of my favorite kinds. We had the yellow cake mix, but sob no chocolate frosting in the pantry! Oh, the travesty! I was so upset, until my mother pointed out that we could just make chocolate frosting, and it would be as good as the stuff out of the can! SuperMom had saved the day, or so I thought at the time. Now, I realize that she had just been in a conspiracy with the kitchen cabinets, and setting me up.
See, when I was little and didn’t know any better, I used to sit on some of the lower cabinets when they were open. This was not good for the cabinets. It is a practice I have since ceased, however, and I thought the kitchen had forgiven me. Apparently, I was wrong. It had just been biding their time until now, when it could finally seek revenge.
While making the chocolate frosting, I dropped a measuring cup on the counter (luckily, it was plastic). I went to reach for it. Suddenly, I felt wham the smack of the kitchen cabinet swinging as hard as it could into my cheekbone! Owwwwww! And I hadn’t even touched it or anything! It did it all by itself! My mother heard my exclaimation of surprise and pain from other room, and although I couldn’t hear it, I know she snickered. Then, of course, she put on her innocent face and pretended to wonder what had happened.
I am now going to be very wary of my kitchen. What if the toaster decided to attack? Or the microwave? Aren’t the microwaves emitted from the microwave 'sposed to be dangerous, or something? The only thing is, I just know that the minute I stop being cautious, they’ll attack. So if I ever stop posting with no warning, you’ll know why.
And I forgot to say- This is a perfect advertisment because it’s in Red and Blue! Just throw in some white somewhere, and then you can claim that anyone who doesn’t use the toothpaste is unpatriotic.
[QUOTE=ShibbOlethTheFærie, I’m sorry you were sick. hope all is better.[/QUOTE]
Thanks, Shibb. Except for a bit of congestion, I am nealy all better.
Monica Did you offer the cabinet some cake? Sometimes offering to the kitchen gods help.
I’m planning to make biscotti tonight.
I’m thinking I’d like strata better without the bread.
Technically, that would make it a frittata, but I could still call it strata if I made a potato-leek frittata strata, 'cus it’s got layers of potatoes and leeks, and I can add a bit of cheese.
A strata frittata. Culinary perfection.
Rue’s right - y’all better floss. I didn’t, and now I got this plaque that lives between my gums and teethus roots, and it gets its kicks by making my jawbone disintegrate. And now, I gotta get my gums sliced open and packed with pulverized cadaver bones. And pay a lot of money for the priviledge, too.
Didn’t I see Steve Martin do something like that on an old SNL skit? I ask you, what century are we in, and why can’t the dentists join us here?
I’m afraid we need to rename the MMP the Monday Munchies Post since we can’t seem to make it through even one DAY without talking about food. Okay, so I made my faaaaaaabulous beef stew on Saturday night. It is not yo mama’s beef stew and you can take that to the bank. Last night I roasted a turkey breast. I decided on the minimalist approach and just rubbed it with some peanut oil and sprinkled it liberally with salt and pepper. When it was done I made some gravy and and we had it with rice cause I forgot to get some stuffing. All the same…quite tastey. Tonite Mr. Anachi and I are gonna eat some T-bones and the rest of the family can eat cake for all I care. Well, maybe I’ll give some to The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] since she washed ALLA the doggies. (Don’t tell her but it smells like, well, wet dog in here today.) Lil Lestat[sup]TM[/sup] has apparently trained his girlfriend to bring him food so he’s SOL.
Tupug (Not Marie Antoinette)
This is like, my second-favorite type of cake. My first favorite is yellow cupcakes with vanilla frosting. I know, I’m boring.
But now I want some cake, and, since I didn’t get any for my birthday 
, I think I’ll pick up a mix on the way home.
Evil kitchen!!! You gotta watch out for those cupboards. I haven’t had lower ones attack me like this, but the upper ones have gone for my eyes more than once. And if they can’t get my eyes, they’ll try to breach my brain pan with their pointy corners. Evil, I tell ya!