I hate when that happens…
Boy cooties I just spewed oatmeal all over my keyboard, Kallessa! 
Kallessa, I beg to differ with your analysis of the hallowed Krispy Kreme doughnut. Though the original glazed hot off the conveyor are sticky-sweet heavenly goodness, I am partial to custard-filled chocolate iced ones. Like an eclair…mmmmmmmmmmmmm
gotta have one…now!
I did indeed buy and eat a Tim Horton’s doughnut for coffee break today, but alas! my plans for Krispy Kreme ignoring were foiled by Driving Husband and Quasi-Daughter (comes over and eats my food while rearranging furniture. Also arrives with suitcases and announce she’s staying for a week) who picked me up from work to go watch ROTK.
They bought Krispy Kremes to encourage MST3000ing of the movie.
It worked.
I don’t think I’ll ever watch a movie I love with Driving Husband’s whole family hanging around commenting. I don’t mind doing it with BAD movies, but isn’t it sinful to ruin’The End Of All Things ’ speech? Or to chat through the Rohirrim charging the fields of Pelennor? Argh.
Lissla[Tolkien geek]
I once purchased two dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts when the HOT light was a-flashin’ – for consumption bya half-dozen hungover bridesmaids and the equally hungover bride on the morning of her wedding.
The overwhelming wallop of sugary glaze (which, incidentally, since the doughnuts were so HOT, pooled yummily all over the bottom of the box: perfect for running one’s fingers through for a goopy post-doughnut treat) in tandem with the generous portion of deep-fried lard were JUST what the hungover maids were in need of. Myself, of course, I just nibbled a corner of one and sipped my coffee, being much less hungover than the rest of the group.
That said, I deeply long for New Orleans Beignets, but having never been there I don’t suppose they’re gonna come running up to Kentucky just for little old me.
Though I must admit, these pregnancy cravings can be pretty insistant. My husband thinks it would be cheaper just to buy a Subway franchise and get it over with. :eek:
Oh, Ellen, I’ve often thought I should own and operate my own Subway store. Somebody’s making A LOT of money off all the subs I’ve eaten.
I have a friend that regularly eats a dozen Krispy Kremes in one sitting . He just sits there and sucks down the glazey goodness.
Not that he doesn’t have other odd eating behaviors. He likes to eat lettuce…which he dips in vinegar and salt. He also consumes vast quantities of hot sauce. I mean - gallons and gallons.
I think my favortie donut is the sour cream, followed by the boston creme. But they are all good.
Of course Magickly loves me Kalley. Chicks just dig me. I think it’s pheromones. My Animal Magnitude is just the cross I bear.
Did you know Café Du Monde sells their beignet mix? Maybe it’s at a Store Near You right now. Maybe not though, so don’t get your hopes up.
I made someone spew oatmeal! Yea! My life is complete!
I was kept awake last night by the words “spelt” and “smelt” running thru my brain. As you will remember, I indicated that I thought spelt might be a small fish, but then, as I lay in my bed awaiting sleep, it came to me that smelt was the fish, and spelt was a form of the word spell (I’m not sure which form, perhaps past perfect, but that wasn’t what was keeping me awake). But I wasn’t sure. Maybe spelt was both, or neither. Maybe smelt wasn’t a word. No, smelt is a word, it’s what you do with metal. Well, maybe not you personally, but somebody does it. It didn’t bother me enough to get up and look in the dictionary or anything, and now I don’t really care, but I thought you all might.
Quasi-Daughter just fell about laughing at my description of her. She’s currently on her third cup of tea, and is eyeing the cornbread.
Just as long as your Animal Magnitude is not a cross I’d bear. 
It would stink being a cross eyed bear. With the special glasses you’d have to wear, even the possums and woodchucks would point and laugh.
I remember, as a kid, this song we used to sing in church. “Gladly The Cross-Eyed Bear.” HAH! We also sang “Lead On O Kinky Turtle.” HAH! HAH! At Christmas we sang about this girl named Gloria who lived in an awful place. “Gloria In Eggshells A Day Old.” HAH! HAH! HAH!
Krispy Kreme original doughnuts are indeed the perfect post drunk/hangover food. That combo of sugar and lard is right sobering I tell ya.
Rue that Cafe Du Monde beignet mix is pretty good. Well, the beignets it makes are pretty good. I’ve never eaten just the mix. I mixed up the stuff like you’re supposed to and made beignets out of it first. Just thought I’d clarify that.
Kalley smelt is the past tense of smell. “Ah smelt sumpn real funny lak out in the yard. It wuz a skunk!”
-swampbear (I shoulda been a grammar teacher)
Ummmm…beignets. I loves me some beignets.
As some of you may remember, I am now a real estate broker. Not my chosen profession, but that’s a whole 'nother bucket of worms. Anyway, around here, every Tuesday, we have ‘brokers tour’ where any broker who wants to can put their new listings on the tour sheet and we all go, en masse, to view the new house, or whatever. It is not unusual for some of the brokers to offer doughnuts at their houses as a treat, or bribe, or something. Not Krispy Kreme doughnuts mind you, but other types, usually from gasp Safeway or some-such. Meh.
Well, the wife and I had a very expensive listing on the river last year and I wanted to do something better by way of an edible treat, so wife suggested I make a big pot of Jambalaya. (I make a fine Jambalaya), and to go along with the theme, we decided to make beignets. Neither of us had ever made beignets before, so naturally we looked up a recipe online. The recipe said to make the dough the night before and let it rest in the fridge overnight. It also said it made about a dozen beignets. We may not know much, (I don’t anyway), but we knew a dozen wouldn’t be enough for a ravening horde of real estate brokers, so we doubled the recipe and stuck the resultant mass in the fridge in a big bread bowl.
About 3 in the morning I got up to, um, make sure the light was off in the bathroom, yeah. That’s it. Anyway, my curiouslty bump was itching and I looked in the fridge. I felt like Steve McQueen when the blob was trying to eat the diner! It had grown considerably. I wrestled it out from between the shelves (it almost won) and punched it down and got it back in there. We were getting up at six anyway to fry the beignets. (I’d made the jambalaya the night before.) Well, we fried, and we fried, and we fried. When we got to five dozen, we gave up and put the rest of the dough into a couple of bread pans and made two loaves of bread.
One more thing; when you have five dozen hot, steaming, freshly sugared beignets, you do not want to cover them in plastic and put them in the back of your car for two hours. The powered sugar melted. They still tasted great though.
You may be interested to know that I probably won’t be around for the rest of the week. We’re heading up the Gorge tomorrow to Hood River so that my wife can go to a big seminar all day Friday and I can do whatever it is that I do. Then Saturday, we’re headed down south to Eugene to watch #1 granddaughter graduate high school. Yay #1GD!!!
Oh, and today’s my Birthday. I’m 57.
Okay, Dictionary Woman to the rescue. According to Merriam-Webster Online Spelt is *a wheat (Triticum aestivum spelta) with lax spikes and spikelets containing two light red kernels * AND *chiefly British past and past participle of SPELL *
Smelt is *any of a family (Osmeridae) of small salmonoid fishes that closely resemble the trouts in general structure, live along coasts and ascend rivers to spawn or are landlocked, and have delicate oily flesh with a distinctive odor and taste * AND to melt or fuse (as ore) often with an accompanying chemical change usually to separate the metal
Oh, and [bratty know-it-all-voice] Magnitude is 1 a : great size or extent b (1) : spatial quality : SIZE (2) : QUANTITY, NUMBER
2 : the importance, quality, or caliber of something
3 : a number representing the intrinsic or apparent brightness of a celestial body on a logarithmic scale in which an increase of one unit corresponds to a reduction in the brightness of light by a factor of 2.512
4 : a numerical quantitative measure expressed usually as a multiple of a standard unit
while Magnetism is 1 a : a class of physical phenomena that include the attraction for iron observed in lodestone and a magnet , are inseparably associated with moving electricity, are exhibited by both magnets and electric currents, and are characterized by fields of force b : a science that deals with magnetic phenomena
2 : an ability to attract or charm [bratty know-it-all-voice]
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUMBA!
I like the way that sounds.
Have it your way then. I smelt sumpn funny out in the back yard. It wuz a daid fish!
<Ahem>Clearing throat <Ahem>
HAAAAPPPPYYYY BIIIIRRRRTHDAAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAAPPPPYYYY BIIIIRRRRTHDAAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAAPPPPYYYY BIIIIRRRRTHDAAAAY DEEEARRR BUUUUMBAAAA!!!
HAAAAPPPPYYYY BIIIIRRRRTHDAAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
Happy birthday, Bumb!! Miss Moose sends kisses!!!
I can just hear Kallessa’s pitch going higher and higher as she continues posting. Ahem.
Look at me, Exgineer! I’m not being girly! I spent most of today playing in traffic. Well, technically working in traffic. I conducted a little traffic, and helped put in a pattern, and wore a hardhat and my boots got all muddy.
That explains why boys would fall in love with me when I would kick them in the shins. Stupid boys. :dubious: I wonder if that works on 23-year-old boys.
I don’t like Krispy Kremes. It even causes me pain to have to spell them that way.
Hey Swampy! In my church, we would sing, “Glory, Glory, how to glue ya?” HAH!
And that’s all I got.
The bunny rabbits, too, I would think.