:eek: THERE IS NO MUSTARD IN STROGANOFF! :eek:
Nor is there red wine, IIRC. White wine is allowed, in fact it’s good. We like Reisling, specially 'cause we always have some around.
Yes on the mushrooms and sour cream, lotsa sour cream. I use shiitake mushrooms.
Onions are optional, but a good thing.
A splash of worchestershire sauce is okay.
Parsley, thyme, &/or other spices/herbs are possible additions, to your taste.
Some people even use cream of mushroom soup instead of making a white (bechamel) sauce. :eek:
I like to grate fresh nutmeg on top just before serving, but that’s a personal failing on my part.
Not much to say. I’m so bored and hurting for human contact that *I called my mother * so now I’m sort of worn out … but still desperate for “skin time” as I termed it to my now Ex-I.T. Guy.
I’m peopled-out but still lonely, which is like being thirsty and needing to pee at the same time.
To the mumpers talking about the d/w I have very little counter space already. Perhaps that one’s not the best choice. Is there one I can use AS a counter or island?
Birthday is tomorrow. Feeling very sorry for myself at the moment. Objectively, things are pretty good, but oh my god do I miss my Other Shoe so hard.
Update: Shortly after my last post, Alex Catt took up a new hobby: jumping on to random shelves and yowling at the top of her lungs. Cats is weird.
In honour of Anthony Bourdain… Vodka.
{{{shoe}}} It gets better, but there are still times and likely always will be.
The friend in IT couldn’t make it today, so I still have my monitor problem. Got the Saturday chores done and took Nelson to the dog park. We swung through Panera for a half a turkey bacon sandwich and a half a green salad. It hit the spot. Given that it was in the low nineties today, I wasn’t hungry for anything too heavy.
ready for things to be open again which is happening slowly that way my aunt has someplace to go for a while …our cooler went plots and no clue when/if its gonna get fixed so cousin brought over this portable thing that cools so hard and fast it comes with its own vent… and it works but mother-nature turned down the thermostat for a bit so we haven’t needed it
Evenin’ Y’all! Today was chock full of sloth for the both of us. We were so slothful we deemed the effort to order majik intartoobz pizza to much, so sup was via forage. That there is sloth taken to a new level! 
For some reason, I’ve been singin’ Plastic Jesus all day. OYKW says I need either some IRL deheathenization soon or an exorcism.
MOOOOOOM Mustard in beef stroganoff? Do you possess hell’s version of the Pillsbury cookbook! QUELLE HORREUR! :eek:
Mrs. L.A. has opened the third bottle of port… 
Most of the monitor problems I encounter at work are loose connectors.
Just saying, hopefully.
I’ve seen a stroganoff recipe where a slice of onion is rubbed on the beef, and discarded.
I make it with beef, mushrooms, onion, garlic and sour cream.
I understand that the original recipe for Tsar Nicholas IIdid not have sour cream.
At the risk of being a name dropper, during he tikme when he was writing “Kitchen Confidential” Anthony Bourdain was a regular participant in an AOL chat room called “The Book Shelf” We knew him as QJWIN625. If he seemed a little crazy in his TV persona, it is because they were reigning him way in.
I have missed the whole week, because either the board or my ISP are right bastards this week.
So hugs, brickbats, raspberries, hearty guffaws, and empathy, as needed.
Tonight I had the highest compliment from my teenager. “Mom, I think your destiny is to be the cool mom who likes good rap.”
I’m a little confused about the new mission, but my daughter has faith in me. Do any of y’all know which bit is good rap?
It’s definitely not the horrible “thump thump f*** thump thump KILL thump thump bitch” etc gangsta stuff popular in my area. I do hope your daughter has at least enough self-respect to not favor the stuff done by “performers” who think of girls as “bitches” and “hos” and totally degrade them as less than human.
as someone who has eaten some creative slop, in my day I have never heard of mustard in stroganoff…
You all keep talking about mustard and now I want mac and cheese.
Which uses mustard powder, not mustard, but still.
Weird to see so many comments about unusual rain. Yesterday they opened up the mountain railways and cable cars. And we had our first high-wind day, combined with rain, since weeks. I think mother nature wants us to stay in lockdown.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 73 Amurrkin out and rainy with a predicted high of 84 and rain pretty much all day. No biggie. We shall virtually deheathenate this mornin’ and then go pick up catfish plates from the local good place for N.O.L. OYKW said yestiddy he has a gnawin’ and a cravin’ for catfish and I will never turn fried catfish down, so thus it shall be. Ima put a pound cake in the oven before we deheathenate. I have macerated some fresh sliced strawberries and we have for real whipped cream. YUM! I like the word macerate. It sounds kinda evil. 
Peaches, IMO, there is no such thing as good rap. Just me though.
And now this…
<AHEM> CLEARIN’ THROAT <AHEM>
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HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY DEEEAAARRR [COLOR=PURPLE]SSSHHHOOOEEE!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
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Now I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy demands sustenance. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
While I absolutely cannot stand rap, I have to say the soundtrack of *Hamilton *is actually pretty good. My biggest issue with mainstream rap, apart from some of its content, is that the rhythm and rhymes often seem contorted or forced. Plus I’ve always hated spoken lyrics, regardless of the genre, probably because they always came off as hokey. But Lin-Manuel Miranda wrote some amazing lyrics and it works really well.
The only productive thing I have planned for today is to get the iris planted. And I have to plant the crape myrtle, too. Then I quit.
Happy Sunday!
Happy Birthday Shoe! I hope you get to do something nice with the day. How’s Pretzel doing?
It’s a grey, gloomy sort of day here today, with a bit of drizzle. The sort of day sitting in with a mug of chocolate and a film should be appealing, but I’ve done a bit much of that lately, and I’m bored… I could go to the garden centre, which is now open, to get some pots and compost for my pot plants, but it’ll probably be quieter tomorrow and it’s hardly urgent. Maybe I’ll just sit here and dither until it shuts instead.
***Happy Birthday Shoe!***Happy Sunday!
Home from the park early again today as Brooklyn, an unneutered male, showed up.
It was a chilly 59 degrees when I left for the park, but the time I left the sun was out and it’s up to 64.
Layla (the hound, looks like Augie Doggie, not Layla the Bassett) showed up today. Very sweet dog but didn’t stay long. Her owner was wearing a mask and avoided all of us.
Some guy went walking past the park carrying a boom box, I didn’t know people still did that, and he was blasting rap. For me it’s annoying because I’d rather hear the birds chirping and the other park noises.
Rap is not my favorite, my problem is the lyrics. When my son was small, some car next to me at a light was blasting rap. The lyrics were, I think, FUCK THOSE PIGS! over and over again. Another time my son was with me, somebody was blasting rap and the lyrics were, ‘next thing I know she was sucking my dick’. Not something I would have wanted to explain to my 5 year old, or to have him repeat it over and over.
Learned the hard way when I called some woman who cut me off in traffic a fuckin’ bat and had my son walk around for days saying fuckin’ bat, fuckin’ bat, fuckin’ bat.
And you know what really makes you feel old? Getting pissed at the little old lady in front of you who is driving 10 miles under the speed limit. You finally get to pass her and you realize she is younger than you are.
Today I’m going to finish the laundry I started yesterday, 6 loads, that would probably be 2-3 loads if I had a normal sized washer. I still need to wash my sheets, a load of towels, and a load of wash cloths.
We’ll be picking up groceries today. Meat is back down to normal prices, but I need to start going to the butcher shop up here. From what I hear, the meat is better quality and cheaper.
My son made cornbread, fom a mix, this morning. It turned out pretty good. The mix has, all y’all southerners better close y’all’s eyes, honey in it. I had to break the egg for him, he couldn’t crack an egg to save his life.
The rocks look so nice outside, so I think I will just order the 2,200 pounds. More than I’ll need but I’m sure I can find a place for them. Probably between the sidewalk and the fence, or maybe along the back sidewalk.
None of the perrenials I planted last year came up this year, however it looks like a nice patch of wildflowers are coming up. I think they may be cone flowers. I have a whole bunch of white flowers out back. I think they are actually weeds, wild carrots, but I like them. There is so much to do out there, and I feel so lazy.
Morning all. 75F already, heading for 92F later on. Grass could use mowing, but I think I’ll prevaricate until Wednesday or Thursday. Will head out to eat at the Metro Diner later, but that is the only planned excursion outside. Otherwise I shall emulate swampy in assuming a slothful existence.
I don’t listen to much music of any sort these days outside of 70’s and 80’s stuff (and yes, you can get off my lawn, thank you very much).
Happy Birthday Purp/Shoe (we really need to come to a consensus on her MMP name…)
Peaches, glad to see you, and hey; it’s a compliment from a teenager…take it and run!
For everyone else, read but barely processed, so hugs, groans, and attaboy/girl’s wherever required.
All y’all take care now. 2 of 3 Sudokus solved in the Sunday paper, now need to make the tough one fall…