Right. I just bought too much food. I must be very organized and turn it into stuff that will fit in the fridge. Right now it doesn’t. Stupid apartment-sized fridge. I want a full-sized one! I bought squash and cauliflower that will become roasted squash soup and cream of cauliflower and cheddar soup respectively. A Costco pack of ground beef for meatloaf to make and freeze. Peppers, bok choy, cereal, cheddar, milk, two packs of eggs, cream, butter, dried cherries, two packs of granola bars. Lemons. Eight cans of diced tomatoes. Eight pounds of meat to turn into pulled pork and beef.
A lot of other stuff.
Priorities: this evening, make and freeze meatloaf or meatballs, and make tortillas so I can do the chili-cheese casserole. That should mean I can fit the squash and cauliflower in the fridge. I should check on the lard situation. Need lard for tortillas.
This is ridiculous.
Hi, Ex. Would you like some squash? I’ve got lots.
Mmm, a co-worker brought in cheesecake to share. Yum! And I only have about a foot left on my scarf, which should be about 3 1/2 repeats. I think there’s a knitting group somewhere tonight, too.
Actually, you can leave the veggies, lemons, dried cherries, and especially the cans of tomatos out of the fridge. Even eggs, if they have no cracks, can be left out for a short time without damage.
The veggies are from the Asian grocery store, and tend to go off fast. I’ll leave the lemons out, and I have converted the ground beef to meatballs, which are freezing.
Do you think I should refrigerate the nine-pack of socks?
Nothing like coming home to cat puke. Again. Sheesh.
Well, today we were supposed to find out who our new bosses are and where we’ll be sitting. Only we didn’t - at least not by the time I left. Maybe tomorrow. Meanwhile, my project is just about ready to be uploaded - only a couple-three days late. Not bad, considering the monkey wrenches they tossed into my schedule.
Ham and eggs for supper - neither of us is very hungry and I don’t much feel like cooking anyway. And tomorrow I’ll be baking a devil’s food cake - my sweetie turns 50 in Friday. I’ll be married to an old fart!!! :eek:
Thanks for all the prayers and thoughts for my Dad, folks; things are beginning to turn the corner for him, according to his eye doctor. Yay for prayers! So prayers are going out for TMIL and SCL friend’s grandbaby. Btw, SCL, that Cornish Rex is cute - I even went and checked a couple of pages on the breed. If the coat does feel like Persian Lamb, oooh boy, I’d be all about petting him! laughs
Speaking of sig lines, rigs I’m sure you are aware that you are a part of my current sig line. Heck, if I remember, I’ll even turn it on with this post just to show ya.
Ex howdy! Do not beat yourself up over gorging on burgers and stuff today. I mean, if the place is closing for the season, of course you had to do that. It’ll be, what, next May before you can do that again? You had to, man, you had to! Plus, you’re in training for National Gravy Day, AKA Thanksgiving Amurrkin style. Just remember, the day is all about the gravy. If the giblet gravy ain’t right, forget the rest of the meal. Any proper Amurrkin knows that the best way to eat the traditional National Gravy Day meal is to pour gravy over everything, look at the knife and fork and say, “I don’t need no stinkin’ knife and fork” and dive in face first. The only reason to come up for air is to grab more gravy and fixin’s that go along with it. It’s ok if’n you don’t put gravy on all the desserts, but even then, giblet gravy is wholly appropriate if one desires.
Speaking of National Gravy Day, I am host (with ACBG, of course) of this year’s annual None Of Us Is From Albeeny feast this year. Come to think of it, I (we) was (were) host last year. Anywho… I insist on baking the turkey and cornbread dressing (the only real type of dressing/stuffing that’s acceptable) and of course, THE GRAVY (I’m always in charge of the gravy). Everybody else is bringing whatever side stuff and desserts (except I’m making sweet potato pies, cause I’m always in charge of those too). ACBG does not go to his native place for Thanksgiving weekend, but I always go up over the weekend to indulge in another National Gravy Day feast with family on Saturday and he’s going with me this year. Sis insists that he be there, so much so, that she’s already called him at his house to make that clear. My sissy is a right pushy broad ain’t she? Anywho, mom has also told me she wants him to come. We’ll be staying at sis’s house cause, well, it’ll be more comfy and besides it’ll be easier to fall into bed there instead of staggerin’ up the driveway back to mom’s place after sittin’ up drinkin’ half the night which sis, bil, ACBG and I will do.
Have I mentioned that sis and mom live next door to each other and that they share a driveway? If I have, then ignore this.
And you have me greatly disturbed because I was going to make just these observations.
I actually got home early, but not in time to make it to 5:30 mass. I wanted to take the day off today (cuz I’ve earned it), but I have to finish my data struggles before I can do that.
Hi Ex! Does this mean we’ll be seeing welby soon?
Hope everyone’s feeling better. Any updates on the baby?
And hope taxi’s surgery went well.
Gotta go find some more dinner (just had the last serving of the Cajun rice I got from Meeks and some chicken). Maybe some chocolate pudding for dessert? Or yogurt and banana…? Hmmmm…
Doesn’t matter, you’re still a craddle robber, So There!
Actually, I am almost five months younger that somebody who shall remain nameless. I hear cradle robber comments from July 29th til the following January 2nd when we are the same age again. Good thing for that somebody I just happen to be so head over heels crazy about him (he had to work late tonight and has an early appointment tomorrow so no cuddle time! sniff) is all I gotta say.
gt that’s easy. Just have chocolate puddin’ for dinner followed by chocolate puddin’ for dessert. DUH!
Hi everybody. I’m back from being surgeried. It went well. I haven’t felt sick at all, and I’m only a little sore. I haven’t even taken the Percocet that they gave me!
I was surprised how fast everything went. The anesthesiolgist said “I’m going to start the [whatever they were using to put me out]” and the next thing I knew I was waking up in recovery. I lay there for 1/2 and hour, then sat in a chair for 1/2 and hour and then I went home.
KeithT’s taking good care of me. He made me some homemade chicken soup at lunch time just in case my stomach decided to get urpy, and now he’s cooking up some pasta with sausage and peppers. Yum!
I haven’t forgotten the recipe for you Lili. I’ll probably post it tomorrow.
Dang, Bobbio, you’ve really changed since the day we met - I am very impressed. So tell me, do firemen really wear red suspenders??
I forgot to mention earlier that on the way home when I stopped to get critter food, I got a kitty cube for Miss Brandy. She’s all curled up in it as I type this. * Awwwww…*
Somebody answer the phone! The bat phone is ringing! The best way to answer those calls is either “Domino’s Pizza” or “White House.” This is an actual phone, you know, with a bell and everything? An real phone. We have one on each floor, “just in case.” Occasionally, someone will misdial, the phone will ring, and about 30 people freak out over a phone that actually rings. And rings and rings and rings, until someone gives in and answers it. I guess people are trained to wait for the machine/voice mail/whatever, and will apparently hang on forever while it rings. Some of our younger employees are terrified of those phones. Poor babies!
Even eggs, if they have no cracks, can be left out for a short time without damage.
So tell me, do firemen really wear red suspenders??