me, too. I’m bringing the apples to dinner tomorrow night at BC-survivor-friend’s house. We had a 30 minute discussion on what type of apples I should bring and the only concensus we came to was “no red delicious or granny smiths”. I’m thinking either Fiji’s or Raeburns if they have them.
VBob - count me in with those that say “bury the bitch”
Up for the third time today. This one will last a bit, 'cuz I gotta [del]make hay[/del] mow the yard. It’ll be easier, since I found something that has killed the fire ants in the shoulder across the road that I take care of. Rot In Pieces you little bastards.
Only if they are with TimeKiller, ahem…
No- it was odd- just normally capitalized words in all lower case!
Bobbio- keep us posted!
Well, I just found out that the Rosh hashana dinner we’re going to is Tuesday night, not tomorrow. I’m on for cooking a holiday meal for my family tomorrow! That changes the complexion of my day!
You only say that because you’ve never had Moravian pumpkin muffins from the Winkler Bakery in Old Salem. Scroll down for the recipe. They are heavenly. If you ever leave a Moravian house/church/town hungry, it’s your own fault.
And for all of you celebrating Rosh Hashana…
Fish heads, fish heads
Roly-poly fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads,
Eat them up,
Yum!
runs away
<sigh> And Scotland is supposed to be one of the most literate countries there is. No, it is NOT a nicer place to live. Let’s compare:
I rest my case.
Also, where is the bit about you’re going to go get the rash checked at the doctor, mmh? Now that you’re one of us, we are free to nag/berate/cajole/mock you at will.
I think I will kill my husband today. If you hear about a murder in the news, don’t say anything, kay? It’ll be our lil secret. I don’t want pesky police messing things up…
Also, I think I will make those ricotta fritters today. I’m fairly free today, except for getting gas for the Mini and a set of pillowcases (long story).
I opt out of gefilte fish because I’m not a fan, but I’m glad to have another excuse not to eat it this time around. “Nope, sorry - I’d prefer to opt out of fertility this year, if that’s OK”. 
Welcome to the asylum, Jemmy. We don’t bite - well, Nooner might, but only if you ask nicely. 
PS - Thanks, Spaz… I’ll be singing the fishhead song all day now. Also, I want pumpkin muffins, but I’m too sick to bake. Can someone please make me a batch and mail them over? kthx.
I’m back!
TVMan has fixed the laptop.
Yay for fixed laptops!
So, we’re up again, Nat’s chirruping to himself, and has pulled down the drying rack on himself. He was very pleased about it. He’s been wanting to knock it down for weeks.
I want Crash Hot Potatoes. And chocolate. Not together.
This made me laugh.
I’m stuck in a rut. I think I’m going to go find a museum in Raleigh next weekend when the long awaited money comes in. Either that or visit my genetic replacement, but I have to coordinate schedules with my sister for that.
stomps off to finish another thesis chapter
Good morning, y’all! I slept like a happy, sleepy rock for a very long time, hooray! With the power nap yesterday afternoon I’ve probably been asleep more than I’ve been awake in the past 24 hours and I’m totally okay wid dat.
I was so lazy last night that dinner was whole wheat/flax spaghetti (from Trader Joe’s, and VERY nommy!) with a huge dollop of roasted garlic paste, pesto and asiago/romano cheese. Sleazy, easy comfort food of the gods, I tellya…
I want crash hot potatoes too, but I went to the veggie stand and their NOT were substandard and spendy so I have to go to the regular store in order to indulge my craving. I bet they’d be very nom with roasted garlic paste all over them–shall I try it and let you all know? 
I’m resisting those fritters with every fiber of my being. Unfortunately, this probably means I will bake some brownies or sump’n. Actually, Himself has been wanting to learn how to bake (he’s a very good cook but baking defeats him for some odd reason) so perhaps HE should make the brownies! Ha, win!
Fixded laptops are indeed a good thing–Himself just established that the dodgy hinge on my old laptop is purely cosmetic and amenable to repair so it looks like my daughter will be getting a hand-me-down.
Go get them ants, Bobbio, and while you’re at it kick some dope stealin’ housekeeper butt too! Rarrgh!
Gefilte fish… shudder Y’all may have mine!
Ummm… I actually like gefilte fish and I’m not even Jewish. Does that add to my weird cred?
Churched, fed and home. We went and got burgers at BK. I also helped several people fill out Bishop search surveys, so I did my good deed for the day.
Next up… clean the bathroom cause it’s kinda yuck. Then, maybe nappy poo time!
Later Y’all!
ETA: First of page 8! WOOHOO!!!
Speaking of potatoes, we don’t hafta be anywhere until noon (Not our Noon, today, so we had time to actually* make* a breakfast thing. I wanted pancakes, but didn’t want to make 'em from scratch and couldn’t find any pre-mix, but Wifey reminded me that we had some little red potatoes in the keeper, so I made garlic potatoes and eggs. I’ve described them here before, some years ago, but they bear repeating. If you aren’t interested, you make skip ahead.
Okay. take an appropriate number of waxy (red, yukon gold, etc), not russet, potatoes and nuke them in the microwave until cooked, but not mushy. As if you were making potato salad. I used 3 small, 'cause that’s what we had. Ordinarily I would have used 2 mediums for the 2 of us. While the potatoes are cooking, chop up a big clove of garlic for each person. You can use more if you want to. Also beat up 2 eggs per person with a fork. Put in a little salt and pepper.
When the potatoes are cooked (but not mushy) chop the in big cubes. (3/4 inch or so)
Now, melt way too much butter or margarine in a skillet, (I ysed half a stick) and saute the garlic breifly, until you can smell it, then toss in the potatoes and some salt and pepper and cook them over medium heat a bit to infuse them with butter and garlic flavors. When you feel the time is right, pour the mixed-up eggs over, and do not stir. Let the eggs cook a bit, and then stir the cooked parts up off the bottom and leaqve it alone some more. You waqnt big chunks of eggs among your potatoes, not egg-coated potatoes. When the eggs are cooked, not runny, cooked, you may eat them.
Gotta go. Orders have just come in.
Lunch break - not *that *kind!
I’ve been an electrician today. SIL has been a painter, daughter has been a carpenter, and **FCD **has been a very unhappy camper for a variety of reason. But we took a break (except for SIL - he went to work.)
I had to close up the house and turn on the air because humidity in here was 78% - yoiks!
No idea what the afternoon holds, but I hope I remember to go pick up my meds and get some milk. Maybe we’ll quit early. But the kids won’t be moving down there today - too much left to get done. Oh well…
Roasted garlic paste? Where exactly does one buy this wondrous food product? (and please don’t say Trader Joe’s or Penzey’s, because it’s simply not fair that we Canadians have yet to get either… and no, Whole Foods doesn’t even come close to making up for it).
Of course, because I’m weak and suggestible, I’ve got a wicked bad craving for Crash Potatoes. However, this is a problem because I lack the energy to go fetch potatoes, let alone do any real cooking. Can someone please send some of those over, stat? Or maybe an order or two of Bumba’s egg and potato thing? Also, I’m still waiting on pumpkin muffins, despite having asked very politely.
Hmph.
We had a great time last night at our neighbor’s 99 party. I also won twice, so I came home with over $100.00!
Good grief, I’m tired. We didn’t get home until 2:30 this morning and I’m feeling it now.
I’m so frustrated for my daughter. I found a site where she could pay to download the book she needs. She paid, and now it won’t download. She needed it to write a six page essay for tomorrow.
My MIL is supposed to come over today. I love my MIL, but I really wish we could just have the day to ourselves. I’m tired and all I want to do is relax.
Cripes! I’m just unpacking the bag of toddler stuff Other Quasi-Daughter got us, and there are (counts) six pairs of pants, five pairs of overalls, some number of shirts, a hoodie, and a snowsuit. And about four sunsuit-y summer sleepers for two-year olds.
Wow. Free clothes are the best. Even if they’re not for me.
Nat’s telling me off because for this nap, he’s expected to go to sleep on his own. Last nap was with me, because I was up at six, and spent three and a half hours awake, dammit, and he wouldn’t sleep. This time, no luck, kid. The best you’ll get is pulled out and put down again in fifteen minutes.
DO I want to cook dinner, or order pizza or something? I feel unloved. I think everyone’s busy today so we’re alone until Mr. Lissar gets home, probably around midnight.
Well, apparently we may soon (i.e. in the not too distant future) be getting a New York Fries franchise here in Bahrain, so I will finally get to try poutine. I hope their version resembles the real thing!
And in two days time (or maybe three, depending on that whole moon sighting thing), Krispy Kreme opens its doors for the first time in Bahrain - I wanna try the cheesecake one! Nom nom nom!!!
Sigh, I ate way too much at Iftar, but now I feel hungry again!
Muppet, the garlic paste was homemade, so you’re in luck. I’ve added it and Bumba’s eggs to the blog.
Hope McUne and Haze both wander back soon. I miss them.
And your Nat descriptions are a hoot, LiLi.
Once again lost on hulu on a Sunday afternoon. Burn Notice is really quite amusing.
Guess I should get some laundry done.
Back later.
GT
The bathrooms, kitchen and my bedroom are now all sanitary. Just thought y’all would like to know.
I think Ima want some dindin but I don’t know what.
So, I went and investigated this hulu gt and doggio keep speakin’ of… :dubious: That’s me lookin’ at y’all for makin’ me look cause I have a feelin’ Ima waste lots and lots of time there. :dubious: