I have a box of the cheater frozen kind, too, but they’re not nearly as good as my grandmother’s recipe, which I haven’t made in eons!! On the other hand, when I make the cheater kind, I don’t wind up with flour all over me and the kitchen.
You don’t need to send chocolates out of a sense of debt. If it’s not from uncontrolled admiration and devotion, it would taint the treat…
Thanks for the warm welcome, ** VunderBob** and swampbear I didn’t know I’d get stuff just for MMP’ing. But the turning on me part doesn’t sound so good. I don’t think that will happen, though, because I’m such a nice person. 
FairyChatMom, I have a nice box of Joseph Schmidt truffles. Come on over, and I’ll share them with you!
I only say that because I know you’re too far away to come over for truffles. I want them all for myself. But if you’re ever in North Carolina, I’ll take you to see the Wall of Chocolate at A Southern Season.
I didn’t eat any sausage tonight. I had to run some errands, which just happened to take me past Bojangle’s, so I had some chicken biscuit-y goodness. I like pierogis, too.
Yay! I’m free! I’m freeeeeeee! Oh it was terrible, they put me in a room and tried to teach me stuff and there weren’t enough other teachers so I actually had to pretend to pay attention. Then I had to go to two more meetings on top of the seven hour workshop. And that was the good stuff that happened. Ickle monday, ptooi to you! May the bees take you away.
I’m reading A Short History of Nearly Everything (or however the title goes, you know the book I’m talking about). But I have all the Christopher Moore books, even The Stupidest Angel which is medium new. I could let you have Coyote Blue Theodore, but you should know that it’s the dirtiest book ever. Not smutty, but dirty because I bought it used and nowhere in the description of condition did the seller mention that it had been used as a napkin by someone as hungry as they were sloppy. Which was very.
So I was at the fair this saturday and you’d expect I’d have tales of wonderful, terrible good food, but I don’t. The corn dog was sub par and deep fried snickers are just deep fried snickers it turns out. Also, the Texas sized doughnuts weren’t. No larger than Idaho at the most, which seems a poignant commentary upon today’s America. Or not, because I’m just typing almost completely random words now.
Anyway, my students did brilliant artwork (better than any other school, even the kids from the local JC) in the broiling sun and then it rained like crazy so I was sunburned on the top of my head and soaked through all in the same day.
Swampy, I am relieved to hear that you don’t wear silk shirts. I don’t know why. If you ever decide to wear one, then you should get some dress shields. Though boys tend to sweat all over so you’d have to get a bunch and sew them into an undershirt. Or tie them on. Especially if you come to visit me this week. Can you believe it’s going to be ninety by wednesday? You don’t have to bring your toothbrush because I keep extras on hand for guests because I’m hospitable that way.
Sausages are not to be trusted.
So far, The Moor, by Laurie King, is campy but fun. Sherlock Holmes shouldn’t be mushy, though. It’s weird.
I just read Coyote Blue and Blood Sucking Fiends. Christopher Moore is my new favorite author! What should I read next? And why hasn’t he written more books?
Great Googly Moogly MagicEyes! Get thee to a bookstore and grab a copy of Lamb! It’s my most loaned book, maybe even more than The Diaries of Adam and Eve (Twain) which I give to anybody getting married. After Lamb, the rest are all spiffy, with the possible exception of The Island of the Sequined Love Nun which was merely acceptable, and Fluke makes me sad because I’m a major softy when it comes to animals. And older men, oddly enough.
I just finished reading Fluke last week. I liked it, and it was funny, but not nearly as marvelous as Lamb is. God, I loved that book.
And Wile E:
In a blanket!
Should I feel dumb for not knowing what either of you are talking about? Because I don’t.
Quick, to the coffee maker, Notenoughsleepman!
I call pigs-in-a-blanket snausages. It just sounds right. I love em by the way. With mustard. MMMMMMMMM… or the kind rolled up in little pancakes that you pour maple syrup all over. MMMMMMMM… I had some snausages at Sunday brunch. I snuck three of em. Ok, one of em I ate while in line. One must keep up one’s strength whilst going through the Sunday brunch line after all!
Last night I was ACBGless (he had a meeting to go to) so I made tuna fish salad which I then used to make me a tuna fish salad sammich. Tonight is my famous Italian chicken wherein I take a chicken, plop it into the crock pot and pour a bottle of Italian salad dressing over it. By it I mean the chicken not the crock pot. That’d just make a mess. The idea is to pour the dressing over the chicken that’s inside the crock pot. I’ll go home at lunch and start the chicken to cookin’ and it’ll be done by around 6, just in time for dinner. I’m also gonna steam some cabbage and cook some frozen creamed corn. And make cornbread.
Mmmmmm, that sounds good! Can I come over for some Italian chicken? It’s not sausage, but that’s okay.
ShibbOleth, we’re just talking about some of the best books ever written. More about Christopher Moore.
Lamb is out for mending at the library, so I guess I’ll have to buy it. I was at the bookstore last week, and they had stacks and stacks of his books on a table. It took all my strength to not buy them all!
My friend was supposed to lend me her copy of Fluke when she finished reading it, but she gave it to someone else. 
I’ll forgive her, because she’s a good friend.
All this talk about sausage is making me hungry for some sausage gravy. Sausage gravy and biscuits–it doesn’t get any better than that! But all I have is yogurt. It is double chocolate yogurt, but I’d rather have sausage gravy.
We’re getting the same weather, FCM. They’re calling for the rain we’ve had since early this morning to turn to snow by rush hour.
Snausages aren’t bad, if you marinate them long enough so that they don’t break your teeth. And yes, I’m talking about the dog snacks. I was required one day to eat a bunch of them. Along with a lot of other things that you wouldn’t think would go together (and you’d be right.)
Mmmmmmm, pierogies, mmmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm, Italian Chicken, mmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmm, sausage gravy and biscuits, mmmmmmmmm. Now I want me some potato pancakes with sour cream. I haven’t had any of them since I started eatin’ healthy. Scrapple is not eatin’ healthy either. I like it, though, all thin sliced and fried up crisp. That way there’s no chance of identifyin’ the pig ears, snouts, and other unmentionables in it. 
ashes, I read the Short History of Nearly Everything and really liked it. I just wish everything I learned in there hadn’t completely fallen outta my brain. Bill Bryson is a good read.
We are having “WEATHER” hereabouts today. A front is coming in and that means storms and gusty wind. I’m so over gusty wind. Plus it’s supposed to down into the 40s tonite. I’m so over the 40s. I want me some beach weather. I’m really jonesing to buy a new bathing costume and lay in some skin-destroying sunshine.
Darn! I had more to say but for some reason they want me to work.
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Is that the one that goes on about worms in the wood of the boat? Mrs. Shibb really liked that book; I had a hard time getting into it.
Yeah, and they had an article predicting a heavy hurricane season in the paper this morning. So the day has reminded me of hurricanes so far. It’s supposed to get better here in the afternoon. On the other side I got a teensy bit sunburned on the weekend. Not a real sunburn, sort of a pinkening.
This is the one I’m talking about. Is there another book with the same name? 
So many questions … Required to eat them? Marinated in what? Snausages are semi-soft they wouldn’t break your teeth unless they were very old. So why were you eating old snausages?
My brother used to eat doggie snacks. I recently found out that he still does. My sister and I once tricked him to eat dog biscuits and he kept eating them even after we told him what they were. He liked the doggie donuts (we told them they were cookies) and those little “chocolate” treats made for dogs that weren’t really chocolate. He said we never tricked him, he knew they were dog biscuits and he kept eating them because he liked them.
MagicEyes supper will be served between six and six-thirty tonight. Don’t be late now, ya hear?
MMMMMMMM… sausage and gravy… sausage gravy on biscuits. It looks like the dog threw up on a biscuit but it’s soooooo good!!! I want some sausage gravy and biscuits now.
Shibb, I was quoting an old dog treat commercial. Snausages used a little animated dog that kept running around saying “Snausages!” Well, then they came out with an alternate version of the dog treat called Snausages in a Blanket. I’m not sure the details, but the ad had the dog saying “Snausages”, pausing for a beat, then saying “In a blanket”.
So it may not have been what Wile E was referring to, but it was the first thing that came to my mind.
I’ve only read Practical Demonkeeping, and that was years and years ago. Island of the Sequined Love Nun is a great title, right up there with The Finer Points of Sausage Dogs. There aren’t enough books with really good titles.
It was lovely and warm but rainy yesterday, and today is frigging freezing. Yesterday +8, today -12. At least it’s sunny.
That is The One True Way to cook scrapple (and it’s better in a cast-iron skillet). I can’t believe there’s someone else here who’s eaten scrapple! Most people don’t know what it is. (It’s kind of like sausage, but square, and less meaty). They probably still sell scrapple Sandwiches at the Delaware State Fair. Mmmmmmmm, scrapple and fried egg sandwiches. I haven’t had scrapple for ages. Which is probably a good thing, because I’m not planning on having a heart attack any time soon.
Mail order scrapple! Who’da thunk it? Actually I’ve never had scrapple but it sounds like something I’d eat. It can’t be any worse for me than, say, corned beef hash, right?
The Italian chicken is crock pottin’ away folks. I just got back from lunch a few minutes ago. I need to be working on some reports but I don’t wanna! But I gotta, So There! 