I still get shit for the garlic-anchovy pizza I made myself one nighta while back. Hell, even I wanted Listerine, can’t imagine what my poor crew thought.
Couple nights ago I made “croutons” (fried a sliced-up roll) and powdered them with garlic powder.
I went waaayyy overboard on the garlic, and for { burp } hours I was { burp } seriously regretting { burp } my actions.
Every burp was so garlicky.
There are advantages to working in a noisy kitchen with powerful exhaust fans. I may have taken advantage that night.
Aaaaand having enjoyed my black bean soup last night, I guaran-damn-tee I’ll be taking advantage again, but from a different, uh, end of things.
Then again, I’m not the one who farted in the walk-in yesterday (“what happens in the walk-in, stays in the walk-in”) but it says something about how long I’ve worked with this crew that I was 95% sure I knew ezzactly who stunk it up.
I once got really mad at my sister (I don’t remember why and she doesn’t either) so I volunteered to watch my niblings while she was shopping. After she left us alone, I gave one of them a trumpet and the other one a wind up musical bear ten minutes before she was due home.
(She really should have known better, I’m also the aunt who taught all of the niblings to eat olives off their fingers and how to stomp on soda cans so they stay on your feet and make a horrible racket when you walk around. Plastic bottles work as well, but aren’t nearly as annoying.)
That revenge story has been shared through the generations
Congrats on taking over the ovens, you really can be large and in charge when you want to be.
Yeahbut, those are all random strangers and might even be AI or aliens. You are a trusted friend, your word means more than theirs. Plus, you aren’t going to over complicate it.
I had a nice orange tree when I met Hubs. I’d even get a few oranges every year. We didn’t want to take it with us to AZ because no room in the U-haul and I assumed we could easily replace it when we got there. That turned out to not be the case so I’ve been without a house tree for almost 30 years.
Of course, what I have now isn’t what I would consider to be a tree either, but it will grow.
We went to town and got a pot and some citrus potting soil, but I am going to wait until the soil dries out before I re-pot it. I think it probably needs a break after it’s trip from SC.
I was able to see the FedEx truck pull over in front of our fence so was able to get to the door in time to thank him for bringing my package to the porch and wish him a good evening as it was almost 1800. He told me that he had broken down and still had 80 boxes left to deliver so it wasn’t going to be a great night for him.
I offered him some coffee and a handful of cookies and suddenly he cheered right up. He didn’t want the coffee, he had just refilled his travel mug, but he took half a dozen cookies and thanked me.
This doesn’t mean that I’m nice or that I don’t still hate everyone, it just means I want my packages on my porch and I made too many cookies.
Oddly enough, we’ve never had problems with UPS or FedEx drivers. The contract mail carriers in Cordes were horrible and several complaints to the postmaster were made and actually listened to. It’s a shame because the contract mail lady before that was delightful and well worth the nice tip she got every year.
That sucks, Spot needs the expensive gooshy fud and you deserve the good booze.
We were often entertained by tracking our package going all around the lakes, often just the street over before going down the mountain and back up to our door. I’m sure there was a reason the driver was told to take that route and waste all that time and gas going back and forth, but not being in that business, we didn’t try to understand, we just laughed.
Thank you, I plan to enjoy it. I put it on the floor so the fuzzbutts could check it out and didn’t fuss when they put their mouths on it (Lemon trees are toxic to cats, but also don’t taste very good to them.). I made it a non-event which turned it into a non-event for them. If I had tried to keep them away from it, they would have been more determined to mess with it when I wasn’t looking. If I don’t care, it must not be that important.
I am taking steps to keep them from knocking it over while they are playing, but otherwise, they probably won’t mess with it. (I was happy to learn that Meyer Lemons also have thorns, I was concerned that because they are a hybrid, the spikes would be gone.)
I am happily impressed with the food processor. It wasn’t the top of the line model, but Black and Decker is fine for home use. I’m really looking forward to using it for my next batch of tamale masa, I think it will handle the whole corn nicely.
That sounds lovely, I hope they have many happy years there.
That looks like a lovely park, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
I don’t know what’s going on, but want you to know that I am on your side unconditionally. I know that you are in the right and shouldn’t have to be dealing with this. Many hugs on your way.
Sigh. This is not the world I want to live in.
I love getting conversions like that, it just makes me smile so much.
And this is why I always go after the sender for replacement, no matter what the excuse. They are the customer, they are the only ones that the shipping companies care about.
I’m positive that the only reason we get such good service is because the local drivers all love to come to our house. We have a snack box by the door and a note saying they can knock for cold water. We tip our regular drivers every December and I give them cookies and pre-rolls as needed. (Well, I used to tip in pre-rolls, one cannot smoke marijuana in WV, so one cannot buy pre-rolls at the dispensary. Which kinda sucks.)
That’s just wrong!
I actually had a moment of nostalgia watching that video. I’m much happier here, but I’ve been in old churches like that in AZ.
Today was pretty wonderful, though. It rained almost all day long. We’ve gotten almost an inch and a half of magical sky water and it is still coming down. If we were still in AZ, we would be walking in mud just to get the mail, now the mail comes to our front porch.
My petunias finally gave up the ghost so I emptied that hanging planter and put it in the shed. The snapdragons are also looking pretty peaked, but I used to leave them alone in the winter and they would come back stronger in the summer, so I am going to do the same here and see what happens.
Despite not having a catio yet, George’s coat is really coming in. He still doesn’t have a proper mane and his tail isn’t as poofy as it could be (mostly because he lays under or by Hubs office chair and his tail gets rolled over all the time), but I can see the difference in his coat this winter.
My lens came. It had a pice of black paper with a Japanese cat (oe maybe it’s Pokemon) and Japanese writing on it wrapped around the bubble wrap. Hand-drawn in silver and gold inks by Kimiko.
Yeah, she’s very plush. She has a chronic condition with leaky eyes that has apparently been going on for most of her life. The bed is on the floor. She had studiously ignored it up until this evening when I dosed it with catnip.
I’m no gourmet, but nothing there sounds the least appetizing to me…
You can’t fool us, JtC, we know you too well {{{hugs}}}
cookie, Sadie is a darling. Much best wishes and skritches for her.
Evening all. Spent a couple hours at the gym cranking out about 1,000 calories (according to the machines) and am now home and in my comfy clothes. Will fix my evening Chee-burger once this message is done and sloth and watching tackleball courtesy of Amazon Prime is the only plan for the evening. Did pickup my other prescription this afternoon, why they couldn’t have them both ready yesterday is one of the great mysteries of the ages, but I’m pilled for the next 90 days.
{{{{FCM &FCD}}}}
You think you used enough dynamite, err, garlic there, Shoe?
JtC, that was wicked and evil and I laughed my head off. Best wishes for the Orange tree. And kudos for treating the delivery folks as human beings…that’s something I imagine they don’t get a lot.
flyboy, Yay for finally getting delivery.
And belly is telling me it needs sustenance, so off to the kitchen I go. Take care all.
Haggen had pomelos, so tonight’s dinner is this Goi Buoi Tom Thit recipe (which I’ve made before):
Yields: 2 as a main dish, 4 to 6 as a side dish
½ teaspoon salt
8 ounces (240 g) large shrimp, peeled and deveined
4 ounces (120 g) boneless skinless chicken breast or boneless pork chop
1 medium pomelo, ½ large pomelo, or 1 medium-large pink grapefruit
1 carrot, peeled and cut into fine shreds
¼ cup mint leaves, chopped
2 tablespoons chopped cilantro, leafy tops only
¼ cup chopped unsalted, roasted peanuts
2 tablespoons Crispy Caramelized Shallot (hanh phi, optional)
Dressing
2 tablespoons fish sauce
1 ½ tablespoon fresh lime juice
1 tablespoon water
1 ½ tablespoons sugar
1 small clove garlic, finely chopped and mashed, or put through a press
1 red Thai chile or ½ Fresno chile, chopped
Method:
Put the salt in a small saucepan and fill ⅔ with water. Bring to a boil and then add the shrimp. As soon as they’ve curled up, remove them with a slotted spoon and set aside to cool.
Return the water to a boil and add the chicken or pork chop. When bubbles form at the rim, turn off the heat, cover and let sit for 20 minutes to cook the flesh. Remove and set aside to cool. (If you’re using the Vietnamese sausage, skip this step because it’s already cooked.)
Cut the shrimp in the diagonal into large pieces that will blend well with the pomelo and other ingredients. Hand shred the chicken or cut the pork into julienne. Set aside.
If the pomelo is big, halve it lengthwise and save one half for another day. Cut off the ends of the pomelo, then cut off the skin and pith to reveal the pinkish flesh underneath. Pry the pomelo open and split into two parts. Use your fingers and as needed, a knife and scissors, to peel away the flesh from the skin. Work segment by segment, and separate the flesh into bite-size pieces. Deposit the flesh in a bowl as you work. (If you’re using a grapefruit, follow these instructions but you may not be able to peel away the flesh; it’s okay if you have to resort to cutting it in order to separate the flesh from the skin.)
For the dressing, combine fish sauce, lime juice, water, sugar, garlic and chile in a small bowl. Stir to dissolve the sugar.
Right before serving, add the shrimp, chicken (or pork), carrot, mint, cilantro, peanuts and fried shallot to the pomelo. Toss with your fingers or tongs to combine well. Add the dressing and toss. Taste and adjust the flavors, as needed. Transfer to a plate or shallow bowl, leaving any liquid behind and serve.
Howdy Y’all! I was gone exactly one hour gettin’ twuck serviced. Seriously. From the time I left da cave until I returned. I barely had time to finish my coffee when twuck was ready. I celebrated with some serious sloth. Then sup got fixed and et. Thus has been the day in swampland.
gt yay for nephew and girlfriend! We still share recipes from the Mumper recipe blog. Howzzat for a blast from the past,
Well, I do have a cat but he’s pretty old and doesn’t play much. The dog however. Next week I have a scheduled carpet cleaning and it’s going to need it; The dog got hold of some licorice Jelly Bellies and urped up two black spots in my bedroom.
Tonight’s biking us done. I’m doing about 40-45 minutes 5 or 6 times a week, so exceeding what my cardiologist recommended. Go me! I hope it makes up for my stress eating a little.
Am I missing something? What do you do with the potatoes?
That’s what I always used.
They used to leave my cold packaged meds in full sun on the deck…of an address down the street.
Welcome back GT! Long time, no see.
{{{FCFamily}}}
She’s a beauty! I love the white bib.
One of my tasks this weekend is getting the oil changed in the car and taking it through the good car wash (washed, cleaned inside and hand dried. They do a good job for about 4 bucks more than the Robo and dropping a wad of cash in the vacuums).
I hope that Mauser is feeling better now.
Irked and when I went to leave, there was an ijit parked just behind the empty pick up spots, waiting for someone to come out. Fer the love of Mike, that ties up traffic! Those slots are there for that very reason.
I do! And I love when you feel well enough to tell them.
I find this hard to believe!!!
So cute!!!
{{{Boo!!!}}}
Well, I am back from visiting my favorite spot on earth. Here’s this year’s picture. And I have to just tell you all what a wonderful man MusicMan is. He held my hand as we crossed the road and made sure I didn’t end up on the ground as I wondered around in the grass.
New lemon tree that needs re-potting and a Hamilton Beach (NOT Black and Decker) food processor that needed to be tried out.
Awwww! You do know that Kimiko is their version of Jane Doe, right? I’m glad it arrived.
I saw the folder of receipts (?) and assumed they were on your desk. VBC had chronic allergies and often had watery eyes and sneezing. She went to the vet several times because I worry and there really wasn’t much that could be done about it.
I’m saying that to say that it is possible that someone had her checked out and got the same results as we did with VBC. A cat as sweet as yours must have had positive experiences with humans all her life, I’m sure someone else loved her at some time in her life.
Agreed!
HUMPF!!!
Our treat box isn’t that great, just a few individual bags of chips, jerky, cookies and trail mix. We used to have a mini fridge on our front porch at our last place, but we don’t have a power outlet close enough for one now. Yet.
I learned many years ago that bribes don’t just work on cats.
Beams proudly!
I do know how to play the long game. I used to work in the book receiving department of the main San Bernardino library. Boy was the best job ever or what? We got to open crates of books, sort and catalog them then put them on the shelves.
The circulation librarian hated us catalogers because she wanted to be the head librarian and we did our job without bowing to her. Office politics as general, but her petty shit included her not allowing our department to check books out with our passwords (despite being the ones who just put them into the data base) so we had to go to the circulation desk and stand in line with the unwashed public.
However, the other department librarians loved us because we were willing to sit at their counter and let them go to the restroom or even take a real break. We couldn’t do that without being able to check books out to the public, so we all had a list of passwords that had been given to us by a dancing page who really needed to pee.
My super power is active listening. I once overheard the bitch librarian tell someone to override the computer with her password. I remember that sort of shit so I just tucked it away to pull out when it was handy.
A couple of years later, Hubs and I wanted to buy a home but couldn’t afford it in CA so started looking at AZ. My sup knew months before I left that we were leaving, everyone did.
So, my last day, I used an ex-cataloging page’s password to create a book called something like “Good by California” by Jane Doe, then used her password to check it out to her. I wasn’t there when she got her first overdue notice, but I understand the fireworks were noteworthy. My ex-sup sent me a letter asking me to call her (pre-cell phones and ported numbers back then) and when I did, she begged me to tell her about anything else I had left because ex-sup was nice and didn’t want bitch sup to have another stroke.
That sure does look good. All but the cilantro, I sure do wish I didn’t have that gene.
I’m sure you are just making up stories. That never happens!
Oh hurray. I hope he learned something from the experience.
Hi GT!!!
