Congrats on the newest granddog nellie.
:waves from Smyrna: Welcome back real fish.
Welcome aboartd hivemind
I got into irk this morning to find my irk station stripped of its box cart and any tools in the bin. I managed to find the cart, sans boxes, tape and box knife. Grrrrrrr! Apparently, the weekend shift was told to clean up for a tour slated for tomorrow.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
. I’d rather read well-written trashy novels.
Maria Vale has a series of werewolf shifter romances that’s well-written and fun (example: when the shifters speak to each other formally, it’s in Old English.
Several years ago, I got the hankerin’ for a Tommy’s burger. Unfortunately, I’m 1,200 miles away now. So I made Tommy’s Chili, and put it on a cheeseburger on a toasted bun with a slice of tomato and some pickles. It was good, but it didn’t quite taste like a real Tommy’s burger. But…
Wienerschnitzels are hard to come by up here. I found out that my copycat chili was perfect for Wienerschnitzel Chili-Cheese dogs. I used pork-and-beef hot dogs to keep it original. (Normally, I only eat all-beef hot dogs.) I microwaved the buns instead of steaming them. Close enough. So a warm, soft bun, a slice of American cheese, a boiled (or nuked) pork-and-beef hot dog, and copycat Tommy’s chili on top. They tasted just like real ones.
I heard it’s because different types of pasta hold onto different types of sauces better. I think how it feels in your mouth makes a difference too.
I like vermicelli better than spaghetti; I can taste the sauce more. Sometimes I use shells because they are easier to eat and less messy. It’s good, but still not the same taste as spaghetti. I can sit on the couch and eat a bowl of shells; spaghetti needs a plate and a table.
The spaghetti I got the other day was a disappointment. The sauce was thin, although it still clung to the noodles, and it had way too much red pepper in it. I don’t expect my mouth to be on fire when I’m eating spaghetti.
Pasta Grammar
did a video on it. I think they made more videos on the different shapes.
I’m pretty sure
Vincenzo’a Plate
did a video on it as well. I can’t find it. He makes cooking look so easy.
I’ve been a sloth most of the day. I should be ashamed, but I’m just tired.
Hi everyone! I’ve ben offline due to the Diablo beta testing spree. As with any beta testing, the game was pretty laggy and glitchy and hubs kept needing to shut the entire system down so the modem could reset. I kept up with the happenings with my tablet, but I hate typing on that thing so I just thought good thoughts as I read.
Crabby Old Cat is now demanding three bowls of gushy fud a day and he licks them all clean. I have no idea where he’s putting it, he’s just little (7 lbs) and has never eaten that much in the past. He’s in hospice, he gets what he wants. I might start giving him a bedtime bowl too, if he wants it.
The St. Paddy’s day accounting is done and it appears as though I’m going to be able to take hubs out for a nice dinner with my part of the earnings.
For my next trick, I’m going to learn how to make freeze-dried yogurt rectangles that can painted flag colors, and I’m willing to make red cherry cream cheese and blueberry cream cheese as well as a batch of white cream cheese that can be made into cheese balls. She’s on her own as far as the butter is concerned. I’ll supply it of course, but I’m washing my hands of her colored butter ideas.
Speaking of tricks, I’ve been teaching Gormless George to sit up and beg for a treat. Kinda, we’ve only been working at it for 6 months or so. He’s getting it. First I have to be sure I have his attention which is the hardest part. Once he realizes that I am holding a treat above his nose, he sits down to get his nose higher. Then I keep moving the treat up until he is sitting up. Then I give it to him with much praise and admiration for his smartness in learning a new trick. This entertains hubs to no end.
I’m in Antioch! So waving isn’t as far as if I were in, say, Brentwood or Dickson. Nice to meet another TN Doper! And thanks for the welcome back!
Thanks, hon! Yeah, it was a very long day, though when I almost drove off the road 3 times because I was so tired. That’s when my best friend said. " Noe, not going home yet! I don’t want a dead Pisces on my hands!*" Still, it HAS been a long day and im enjoying some well deserved rest.
Waiting for Verrain to finish his yearly yuck meant I got a chance to eat some lunch and play on my phone for a bit. Had to pick up BtY and CtE feom school/bus, and then I had to cleamy bathroom. Perfect? Bwahahahahahahaha! Sorry… No. But passable. Now im getting ready to play some low brain games with hubby and best friend.
Tomorrow’s going to be another bisy day with taking CtE for their 17 (!) Year check up, drop them off at school, then back to pick up BtY to bring him late to school. I want to just sleep, but no rest for the wicked.
I went to the accountant today. He says I should owe the feds a little over a kilobuck. He didn’t say how much I’ll owe California.
Tomorrow’s a commuting day. Wednesday afternoon I have a routine dental exam.
I used the rest of the taco meat to make a sandwich for lunch: Sara Lee Delightful Multigrain bread, the seasoned ground beef, shredded medium cheddar, and some lettuce. Then I had some pepperoni and some provolone. Oh, and some psyllium husks afterward. Wifey has the other half of her cheeseburger from yesterday, and I bought another head of cabbage today. She can have her burger, or I can boil the cabbage and we can have corned beef and cabbage. She said, ‘Make what you want.’ I don’t know if that means ‘Don’t make anything for me.’
Another day that hasn’t gone according to plan. Spent much time on the phone re: insurance and medical stuff. That led to sorting through my humongous Medical file, which led to sorting through the huge Medical insurance file. I’m done now and will get ready to go to the gym.
Sari did a great short version. For more detail:
The differences are mainly what the pasta is used for, how it’s made, and the type of wheat used. TL;Dr version: 1) Narrow diameter=lighter sauces; wider diameter, heavier sauces. 2) Ridges make sauces cling; smooth pastas absorb more sauces and are often used for baked dishes.
Penne is a general type of tubular pasta. (Penne means quill or pen.) There are different kinds of penne. Penne rigate has ridges and angled ends and is the kind usually just labeled “penne” on the box. Penne lisce is smooth and is also called mostaccioli. Ziti is a longer smooth tube.
Thickness matters. Heavy sauces require a more substantial girth. Angel hair is best with light sauces.
Yes! First, they’re made with different ingredients. Second, we’re back to width. Fettuccini holds up better under heavy sauces like alfredo. Linguini is thinner, so it works better with lighter sauces.
Think of it this way: when you make mac and cheese from scratch, you usually don’t use egg noodles or angel hair, right? You could, but it’d taste and feel different. My aunt used to make it with shell pasta, and it was fantastic. The shells cradled and were blanketed by the sauce. Yum.
OK, staró zitto. (I’ll shut up.)
Up from naptime, having and Old Fashioned, with a bacon cheeseburger and homemeade fries.
So there’s a pair of Canadian geese that have been living on the lawn outside of the building for as long as I’ve been there. But the last week, they’ve been edging closer and closer to the gate. Friday and Saturday they were in the road at the gate. Today? The had wandered into the yard, and were chilling next to the painted walkway in and out(Well, one was sticking its tongue out and passers by.)
Me to driver passing by: “Geez they’ll hire anybody now.”
As far as the wire, in addition to the usual 8 foot chainlink fence topped with barbed wire, there’s a triple stack of razor wire around the property, like we were some sort of Army firebase. Between that and the weirdly cut bamboo, I’m having more Vietnam flashbacks than my Uncle Pat. 
{{{{JtC, GG VBC Hubs}}}
I make it with Cavatappi.
Howdy Y’all! Home from men’s night over to the church house. Actually been home close to half an hour. We had a good crowd on hand. We ate. We drank. We made merry. Of course, as usual, we solved all the world’s problems, but, as usual, no one listens to us so the problems persist. It’s so hard bein’ us sometimes!
JtC COC deserves anything his little kitty heart desires, so glad you are doin’ what he wants. Yay for GG learnin’ a new trick sorta, kinda.
And… It’s corned beef and cababbage for the both of us. 
I’d kill someone.
… well, once I re-procured a box knife. And figured out where to hide the body. And dug a hole … you know what? Too much effort. Just glare at whoever stole your work supplies.
Hell, he can have a few tablespoons of tuna juice, if he likes. Spoil him rotten, at this point.
If you haven’t tried squeezy-crack I - and the late Nikki, and the great Monkey - highly recommend.
… interesting. For what final purpose, may I ask?
They sound like they could be made into beautiful rainbow colors, and are probably melt-in-your-mouth delicious.
Monkey is about to learn a new trick. I just bought his spoiled black butt some fresh new treats.
(They are advertised as Playfuls!" because they’re round, so when you toss them underhand they roll, giving kitty something to chase.)
With some women, unfortunately, that means, “Magically telepathically know what I want, and make that.”
Those women are known as “bitches” and one should run far, far away.
But I’m sure that’s not what she meant.
Makin’ me google things.
Alright. Imma prep some sort of dinner - I bought ALL THE THINGS so at least I have interesting new foods, which will hopefully keep my appetite up.
Now. I believe I shall call my mother…
… oh, looky, half a joint.
Thank you! Hubs has already found them and they are a success. Except for the part where we don’t actually give them food from our hands that is. We think that using meat appendages to feed meat snacks to excitable, psychotic carnivores isn’t the best idea ever.
We think that holding a squeeze plastic thing is probably safe enough, but that confuses them so they get their crack in their bowls. (When GG manages to do his trick, I put his treat on the floor right in front of him. It’s safer that way.) COC learned to recognize the tube right quick because the third time hubs took him one, COC recognized the unopened tube in hubs’ hand and scampered over to his bowl for his snacky.
This buyer wants her diner to be a family favorite and wants something sweet and healthy and shelf stable that she can serve to the kids after they finish eating to keep them happy while Mom and Dad finish eating. She wants something small and easy to package that doesn’t need to be kept cold.
We are thinking about flags for July 4th because I can’t promise that I will get them right in time for Easter. I’m also not thinking about Easter because I don’t want to decorate 12 dozen eggs.
There has been a lot of mission creep in my business and I need to pull things in somewhat. It’s starting to not be fun anymore…
Anyhow, I’m really laughing at myself because I finally realized that we have mocking birds hanging out around here. When I first saw them, I thought they were immature Thrashers and now that I’ve finally got a good look at them together, I just laugh at myself.
I just had to cut BtY’s hair, but not all of it. He doesn’t want to do anything with it - wash it, brush it, cut it. He’s 14, but thanks to his sensory issues and his ASD, he’s never liked shorter hair or taking care of longer hair. It was so matted, though, that we couldn’t get a comb through it. I told him that I was going to have to cut it. After dinner, I called him out and made him sit down so I could use the clippers. It looks… horrible, honestly. The hair up from wasn’t matted so we kept that length. I did manage to get all the matted bits out but the back just looks weird. If I was any good,l at clipping, it would look better. But, I’m trying to keep the mindset of he got to the point by not caring for it. If he’s lucky, I’ll take him to the salon to get it neatened next month.
Waves hello!
Way back when, we had a St Barnyard. The breed doesn’t do well in the Arizona heat, so I bought some clippers and gave her a crew-cut. I thought she looked OK, and she seemed happy. The next day, we set out on a camping trip and dawg and I were standing outside the store in the shade while hubs was getting ice and last minute stuff. Many people went out of their way to come and pet dawg, which made her happy, but one lady saw us, dug in her purse and handed me a card while saying “I don’t know what you paid for that, you paid too much. Call me.”
We started paying for a pro to do it after that, but not her, LOL!
The gym was a bust. I got the weight work in, but doing the treadmill made my legs itchier, so I left. If I were a dog, I’d tilt my head back and howl. That reminds me of a freshman I once had. He came to class one day and said, “Ms. Bly, I wish I had a tail like a dog. Then people would know I was happy because my tail would be wagging.” I said, “Or you could just, you know, smile.” He wasn’t a dumb kid. Freshman just have dumb moments…or hours…sometimes days. I miss them.
JtC, I love shoe’s tuna juice idea. It’s a good sign COC is still eating, isn’t it? And yay for GG. In another two years, he could join the circus. Also, the freeze-dried yogurt rectangles sound delicious. They need a snappier name, though. My antihistamine-wrapped brain can only come up with Forever Yogurt, which sounds like a coming of age novel about a young Swiss girl who must decide between her talent for yogurt-making and her love for the vegan goatherd.
Or you could just make it look like he tripped and fell on the box knife…several times. There’s a reason the Mafia turned down my application.
I knew I liked you for more than your devil-may-care playboy lifestyle.
Watching Star Wars (the first one).
Solo: Get on top of it!
Leia: I’m trying!
And
Leia: You came in that thing?
I go through depression spirals, and the last one was so bad, I had to cut off my own hair.
I did it myself, by feel. Got a bit of liquid courage into me, got my sharpest scissors, and … did what needed to be done, by feel. Cut out the mats and tangles, then did my best to smooth it out.
I’ve had long hair all my life, so suddenly having short hair has been … devastating. A woman’s hair is important, in ways that are difficult to explain.
Also, an unholy b!&ch to learn how to deal with. Long hair is easy: slap it into a ponytail, or twist it into a bun, and you’re good to go. Short hair … man, that’s some serious bedhead. I crack myself up sometimes, during my first “Gotta pee! Gotta pee!!!” of the morning. I catch a glimpse of myself and I’m like, “What?!?”
Typing that ^^ while winding down with Mi Madre. Convo started off very, ah, pointy.
“You don’t call your mom anymore?!?”
“Well, I had to deal with things during business hours. I can call my mother during non-business hours.”
“What is so important, you have to do?!”
{sigh} You don’t remember what working full-time is like, do ya?
“WHAT YOU DO TODAY?!?”
“Ma, I’m not covering my day’s itinerary with you. How are YOU? How’s dad?”
“Uh, he is …”
… and she predictably launches into a tirade about my father, I ask about her cat, she talks about her plants … half an hour later, she’s trying to get off the phone.
Heh, heh.
Chicken soup is simmering, and a little chunk o’cow is sitting in the fridge with salt and Worshershersher sauce, waiting to be seared. But first … more onions!
And they give the rest of us a bad name.