Agree on the bread maker recipes, they are mostly bland. Frankly I use mine most often to make pizza dough. It’s a nice kneader and rising machine.
I also have a pile of chicken marinating, breast cutlets in my case, in buttermilk, hot sauce, and various spices. I haven’t decided if they’re getting breaded and oven fried tonight or tomorrow for the big game.
Nettie - I’m the same way with meds - it doesn’t take much to do me in, whereas spousal unit is barely affected. On the plus side, one melatonin knocks me out in short order.
Just made a quick run to Food Lion - I went for some salad stuff, but I also grabbed a pack of sushi. Never had theirs before, so we shall see how it goes. I’ll do salad and tuna steak tomorrow.
And on that note, time to feed Higgs, then feed me.
Grudgingly, I am suiting up and trudging outdoors in the very very cold and unforgiving snowfall to move my car to across the street because my city just declared a no-parking-on-odd-numbered-side-of-the-street snow emergency. Supposedly so they can effectively plow my humble by the wayside residential street (which they won’t get around for three days until the streets in the wealthy neighborhoods have all been plowed at least 3 times over).
On second thought, maybe one last cup of caffeine before I do that…and maybe lunch. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Coffee and lunch first. Yes, I know it’s 4:20pm, it’s how I roll lately.
Those of you in the know, how does one properly prepare baked beans on toast? I toast the bread, heat the beans out of the can in the microwave and spoon on to toast. Usually eat with a fork but sometimes if it is not too messy, pick up half a slice and eat with my fingers . So, How doI do it right? Is it ever done to put a slice of cheese on top?v
Howdy Y’all! Been a cold, rainy day here in south Jawja. So glad to be in a warm, dry cave! I was productive in that I made bizkits ‘n snausages this mornin’ and made a sallit for sup. Also I put the boxed lasagna (don’t judge!) in the oven to cook, took it outta the box first, even, and toasted up the garlic cheesey bread. All of that counts as productivity. Plus the kitchen got cleanded up. Even more productivity! Other than that much sloth has ensued and shall continue to ensue.
MetalMouse you don’t like pizza! :: clutches pearls and faints ::
Nettie you are not alone. I am a medicine wuss. Seriously, Benadryl knocks me out cold.
Happy Gotcha Day Gordie!
Afternoon all. Refereed 4 games and coached one before being relieved and then did a little shopping at Kroger, so I am a bit tired right now (but will avoid nappage this late in the day). Had to shop since the only time all year I allow myself to purchase a large bag of Potato Chips for the house is Super Bowl Sunday. Picked up a few other odds and ends while I was there. Store was crowded but to their credit everyone was masked.
Nope, don’t care for Tomato sauce (I do enjoy tomatoes, however) or some of the other stuff on them. And just to compound the sin, I don’t like Tacos either. (Confession is good for the soul).
Nettie (for the moment), you taught me a new word today. Thank you. And feel better soon.
flyboy, I looked at the Steak House menu… 
Don’t think I ever paid those prices for dinner ever.
doggio, happy B-day to Gordie. And good luck with the washer. The Timex watch I bought two weeks ago decided to quit working for no apparent reason. Not as expensive as a washer, true, but still frustrating.
FCM, glad the in-laws got their shots. Good luck to FCD.
Dicey, I google-translated that, you get dust from the Saraha? Small world indeed.
OK, need to fix me some sustenance for the evening and work at staying awake until a reasonable hour (10pm I think). All y’all have a good evening.
That reminds me: I went to set the time on my '70s-vintage Rolex non-date Submariner, and the crown came off. Might be time for an overhaul… And it just had one 15 years ago!
Hey, do it however you wanna. You’re in charge. 
(I’ve never eaten beans on toast, so I dunno)
Good luck. 
When I took my Seiko Bellmatic (that i bought in Hong Kong in 69) to be cleaned and timed (it runs slow) they quoted me $500.00. 
I took it home and put it back in the drawer. 
Papa Murphy’s pizza for dinner. 
Happy GOTCHA Day Gordie!
Kind of a chill day. We’re not doing much. We ordered brunch, and as usual, it was a disappointment and I am wondering why we bother to order out when homemade would be better.
Akiko is continuing her star-crossed love affair with the Rottie next door. They stick their noses into small cracks in the fence and whine and cry. She managed to get under the fence once and they were happily, but briefly, united. Silly dog. She’s always got cuts on her nose from jamming her snout into the fence.
Happy Saturday all.
Happy birthday Gordie :skritches:
flyboy, if the chefs are 4 or 5 star, those prices aren’t really out of line. Not a place you’d have lunch at five days a week, but a lovely special occasion place.
sunny, you ordered out because no one really wanted to cook. 
Nelson had a ball at his play date. Almost all of the play group was there (Watson, the dachshund, Jersey, the dachshund-pug and Bentley, the corgi). Watson’s mom brought the rest of us bags that she had made with pictures of all of the dogs hanging out with each other at the dog park this summer with individualized Nelson’s buddies logos on them. It’s adorable. 
On a sadder note, Dad’s dog Gracie (Nelson’s grandmother on the chihuahua side) will be put down Tuesday. We know she’s at least sixteen years old. She’s gotten pretty frail in the last few months, has become incontinent and isn’t eating much. She will be sorely missed. 
I have two c.1974 Seiko Bellmatics. One belonged to my dad and is put away. I wear the other one. Here’s a pic of my third one, which I sold last year. I had that one and the one I wear overhauled in 2001, and I think it cost $50 each from a Seiko service place in El Segundo.
No idea how many star they have, if any. But I agree the prices are not out of line for fine dining. But I’m glad Mrs. L.A. decided they were too pricy, as my credit card balances are high enough as they are.
Oh, well, then, happy 420! (It’s a stoner thing.)
(Now you say “Happy 420!” back.)
I hadn’t considered this possibility, and I like how you think.
To be fair, knee-deep on an 11-year-old kid ain’t much.
Puuuuuupppppppies in the MMP!
Today at irk was not so bad, considering it topped out at 18, and I was outside the whole morning and part of the afternoon. (I did at one point turn into a shivering shoe-sicle 
but swapped out with co-workers.) Customers were kind, generous, and sympathetic - at no point was I forced to stand there, fake-laughing at somebody’s dumb joke, until they got on with their order. Huzzah!
God bless the parka my Other Shoe got me - that thing is such a blessing to me.
First dinner was a couple of crab cakes from the pirates at Long John Silver, because I had a gnawin’ and a cravin’ for them on my way home.
Second dinner shall be a rotisserie chicken, and a roll or two from last night’s “egg salad sandwich” procurement.
Both are currently in a low oven to crisp up the chicken skin, bake the roll into crunchiness, and keep everything warm while I chat with my Mumper friends a bit!
Mrs. L.A. put the leftovers in the toaster oven. I asked if she wanted more gravy for her chicken-fried steak and she said yes. So I’m browning com sausage, and she says she doesn’t want sausage gravy because she doesn’t ‘want meat on top of meat’. I pointed out that it came with sausage gravy. She said it didn’t, even though the menu clearly says ‘creamy sausage gravy’. Whatever. I made two cups of packet Country Gravy for her. I guess I’ll need to get some biscuits tomorrow morning. (I’ll put the ground sausage – and more… and maybe ham – in the gravy tomorrow.)
Happy 420 back!
Fought the hall closet til I dug out last winter’s better snow boots and at long last a knit hat cause it’s -2 here and even Boo wears hats when it is that cold, especially if nobody is going to see me except the server at the Mexican takeout drive up window. Scooped my way across the porch, down the steps, down the sidewalk and to the curb, then ran down for cheap eats for the house. I had a shrimp street taco and a grilled fish taco, the kid had the ho-hum cheeseburger kids meal and roomie a chicken enchilada dinner. Put a load of clothes in so I can wear clean stuff in KC colors to Harriet’s tomorrow. I’m hoping to be asked to stay for the rest of the game after I put her to bed at 7:15. Trick will be to make myself go down before crawling into bed and transfer the load into the dryer so it will be done for my early getting ready in the morning. Where’s FCM or swampy when I really need their brisk efficiency and bustling about?
Great Christ, I know, right?
I didn’t have FCM’s energy and drive when I was in my 20s. I sure as $#@! don’t have it now.
Anyway, I just split a 1-lb bag of brown rice among the ratties, augmented with some bread pieces for all, and a few packets of cheese crumbles from a local pizza joint for the ones with littles. (Tiny morsels of high-protein nibbles make great “baby food” for small creatures.)
They got fairly high fat and high protein food last night, so I don’t feel too bad giving them a cheap carb dinner tonight.
Buuuuut since I didn’t have the energy to deal with water bottles the last day or two (everyone has multiples) I had a lot of empties and almost-empties to swap out … and a full basket ( * ) waiting for refills.
( * ) You know those cheapie dollar store plastic tote baskets? I had one for my college dorm bathroom, to bring my shampoo and stuff down the hallway, and it kind of … hung around. Now it’s my tote to schlep water bottles to & from the sink.
Sturdy thing, it turned out to be.
Leftovers were good. I think I’m on my third Vieux Carré.
It’s almost 10 - I think I’ll mosey back to bed. Our winter storm warning (watch? advisory?) starts at 3AM and runs thru noon or something, so I may awake to white. We shall see.
Speaking of the next MMP (oh hush) - maybe we should dedicate one to nicknames? Perhaps with as comprehensive a list as we can scrape together? Just a thought.
Nighty-night!
My dark side made an appearance this morning. It was provoked. My downstairs neighbors have gone back to their outside voices–actually, their screaming-over-crowd-noise-in-a-huge-stadium voices, and last night it went on until after 2. Meanwhile the guys upstairs were apparently jumping on the bed (or something), so it was a noise sandwich. Quiet hours are 10-8. At 8:30 a.m., knowing they were all likely still sleeping, I ran the vacuum. Slowly. In the bedroom. Then I did laundry (not in the bedroom).Take that, yellers.
Obviously, I didn’t get enough sleep last night.
All this talk of pizza abominations–pineapple, boxed kits that shouldn’t legally be called pizza, Papa Murphy’s–hurts my heart and dashes my spirits. The Papa Murphy’s resentment is threefold: 1) Tacking “Papa” onto your name because you think it makes you sound more Italian is patronizing. 2) Orange cheese shouldn’t even be an option. 3) If I go to the trouble to pick it up and still have to bake it, it had better be way better pizza than it is. I’m going to make pizza tomorrow to cheer myself up.
Gordie! Happy Birthdog! Enjoy the Frosty Paws! That stuff is canine crack. My dog was crazy for it. I hope you get to wear a little party hat.
Boo, my favorite way to make baked beans on toast is this: Step 1: toast bread. Step 2: throw away can of beans. Obviously a bean-hater shouldn’t be weighing in. Compassion for your plight sent me to the Google, though, and The Guardian has a great article on the topic. And is there any better time to eat baked beans than during this week’s MMP?
Red, I love the little rolling pin so much, I wore out the first one. It’s helpful for getting all kinds of dough into all kinds of pans.
Sunny, the soundtrack for Ms. Akiko’s mad crush must surely be “What I Did For Love.” I love this little romance.
The birthday boy requested I have Italian Chicken with cheesy potato rounds for dinner. He had a Frosty Paws, which Gordie being Gordie, he unhinged his jaw and sucked it down like Pretzel eating a fat quadriplegic mouse.
{{{{hugs}}}}
Well, this washer/dryer was free so worth the price
Duuuuude Wait, what?