:: passes anyrose some honey and lemon (and bourbon) laced tea::
Feel better soon!
Donkey milk is low in fat and protein. And since cheese is basically milk fat and protein, you get less cheese from donkey’s milk than from the equivalent amount of cow’s milk. I’m too lazy to look it up now, but there were news stories a while back about donkey cheese made somewhere in Eastern Europe, ridiculously expensive because of the amount of milk that went into it. If human milk is similar in composition, that might make cheese making impractical. I’m guessing women produce less milk than donkeys, too.
That could be. As much as I enjoy women’s breasts, it’s never while they’re lactating, so I can’t help you with any anecdotal info. I’ll do my part to keep researching them, though. For SCIENCE!
That’s the spirit! We must all make sacrifices for the sake of progress.
Sounds like Providence:D
Put the swimming Kindle in a bag of white rice, if you can remove the battery, do so. Give it a week or so.
Actually, toward the end of the day I checked on it again and it had finished loading the loading screen, so I tentatively pushed a button… and it worked! It seems to be totally fine! WOOHOO!
Peeta, I’m glad you posted the recipe before I chastised you for teasing us… 
Those cookies sound amazing! Unfortunately, I can’t make any cookies for a while - my daughter just borrowed all my cookie sheets. But after we get back from the hospital, I may whip up a batch - they sound medicinal, and my poor sweetie will be hurting. 
Looooooong day today! The pre-surgical stuff took a bit over an hour - exactly enough time to finish knitting the scarf I started yesterday. Afterwards, we drove past the house where I grew up - I can’t believe 7 of us lived in that tiny place - then we got a very late lunch. I got an amazing shrimp salad sammich, with lots of extra shrimp because the cook wanted to finish off the batch.
Welcome to all the n00bs!! I shall expect a gigantic pile of chocolate love offerings - I’ll give you till tomorrow, since I’m nice, dammit!
**BBBobbio **- I was going to offer you use of our truck and trailer if you’d bring us back the lumber. I told **FCD **you were going to toss it and I think he wept a little.
**rosie **- hope you feel better soon, but keep your germs outta here! I’m a delicate flower!! 
OK, that’s all I’ve got for now.
I thought that said ‘boobs.’ 
Pfft. Buy new ones, of course!
It’s official. We need a new sump pump. They’ll be back tomorrow to replace it. Oh how I wish I had an excuse to be somewhere else at the time it’s being done. :insert pukey smiley here:
Well ain’t we just all kinds of chatty today! Home from irk and tahrd! MickeyD’s made dindin cause I just couldn’t be bothered. Also, OYKW is havin’ a problem with his home/internet phone bill. They don’t have it right. Yet. Of course one cannot call them after five p.m. et. GRRRRRR… I shall call tomorrow pretendin’ to be him since I am ever so much better at this stuff than he is. When I finish, the bill WILL be right.
That’s all I got for now.
Yays, boos, hugs etc as needed.
You guuuuys! How did I know Boston traffic would trump yesterday’s insanity? I didn’t know about R.I. though. Is it because it’s so tiny? In my head this is R.I., and as you can see there should be no problem with traffic.
So Ben, you can tell me. No bacon? Here, cry on my shoulder. Not really-- I know there’s kosher bacon! For steak there are grill pans… Mark, is the steak from the restaurant of the same name? My taste buds are intrigued.
Sticks, you’re a better woman than I to get through the parade. I was tearing up at a dog food commercial because my cats are almost middle aged now. Fingers crossed for the sump situation.
Peeta, are the cookies a family secret or may you share? I have only one family secret recipe which isn’t much since you have to change it to suit the weather. So really it’s just random ingredients for pie crust that may or may not work if it’s too humid or something.
Swampy, I didn’t see anything in the news that was possibly your office surprise. Make me up a story, 'kay? I have cocoa and a warm pup to share for stories. The hero should be burly.
Almost forgot-- the mailman delivered a package this morning, and commented how it was really cold. Got down to freezing last night and drivers were distressed about frost that went away when you breathed on it. We both :rolleyes:
Goodness, how long was I goofing around before posting? You all are lightening! Or I’m caffeine ADD’d x-treme.
rosie, I hope you’re feeling better soon.
FCM, I’m keeping my fingers crossed for this surgery. I really hope it works out for FCD this time. I can’t imagine being in pain on a daily basis.
Feel better, sweetie.
This semester cannot end soon enough.
I feel like I’m failing on every front and barely keeping my head up. Next semester’s schedule is much better, but this one is killing me and I’m just not there at home like I want to be. And I hurt my knee so I’m limping. 20 different kinds of pathetic.
Ok. Venting off.
When does your semester end, Soapy? Are you at least in the home stretch?
Last class 12-16. Series of meetings the next week. The sheer list of things to get done by then is unbelievable.
Sound delicious. I am intrigued by the addition of sour cream.
I wish I had the winter holidays to look forward to, but unfortunately we have EXTRA classes over winter break in addition to our normal stuff. Because in Korea, vacation mean students have MORE TIME TO STUDY! (I work at an English academy in Seoul, for those of you who don’t know me.)
Yesterday in one of my classes we were discussing Five Children and It. A French phrase came up: Autres temps, autres moeurs. So I explained to the kids what it meant and they started telling me random French phrases they knew. We were having a good conversation. And then all of a sudden this new girl (she’s only been in my class for a few weeks) pipes up and says, “Well, this is NOT FRENCH CLASS!” :dubious:
I calmly turned to her and said, “Maya, sometimes we talk about things that are connected to the book but not IN the book, and as long as you’re learning something, that’s okay. So just relax, hm?”
After class I went to the admin staff and warned them about a potential phone call from the mom.
I have to say, I am really enjoying working at this new place. Most academies in Korea are soulless places, but this place really does give a shit about the quality of education they’re providing, and they are willing to tell a parent to get lost if they have unreasonable demands.
I’d consider them highly medicinal! To warn you, this is the first time I made them without my grandmother involved and I don’t think she was entirely accurate on some measurements. She eyeballs stuff and I think the amount of sour cream she wrote done for me may have been a little too much. I added an extra tablespoon of flour and sprinkled in some extra sugar and it seemed okay. Maybe try it with just a hair under 1/3 cup sour cream?
You are absolutely welcome to the recipe.
I’m done with my baking for the night and mildly sick off of sugar overload. It was worth it, though. Hopefully I can actually manage to finish my homework before I crash now.
Your schedule sounds about the same as my son’s, Soapy. These next two weeks are nothing but studying for and taking finals. His last day is 17 December before he comes home for winter break.
I’m glad you like your job, Hazel.
I am not providing any milk for experimentation with cheese. We have a friend who keeps suggesting it. I am about (okay, in two months) to be nursing twins, and they will need it all.
Besides, human milk is kind of gross. Look, so far I’ve only had two kids but have lactated for a total of forty months, and I don’t think the stuff is appealing at all.
Here, very pregnant, and Mr. Lissar is sick with some kind of mild gastro thing so I should be doing chores, except an angelic friend of my mother’s is coming over tomorrow to clean, so I’m not as driven as I should be.
Wow. I’ve been so stressed about cleaning out the Lair that I totally overlooked discussions of milk, boobies, and chocolate chip cookies made with booze. :smack:
Plans are coming together. Have Plan B U-Haul reserved, labor to help me load it, and I’m meeting rescue ex-partner Tollie for brekkies before I start toting the barge and lifting the bale. About the only thing left is making a pan of brownies to take to Fred.