Tea biscuits are those vehicles for strawberry jam and clotted cream. They’re good.
Am definitely sick. Going to be an interesting weekend. Will cough up on any customer who talks excitedly about The Da Vinci Code movie. Trying not to talk for the next week.
Suddenly sound like Bridget Jones. Ack!
Maybe tomorrow I can go over to Driving Husband’s place in the morning and spend until work watching Lord of the Rings extras. That would be healing and invigorating. Please excuse badly written, uninteresting posts on the basis of illness.
I’m continuing to send good vibes to all who need them here.
I’m not much of a biscuit ('merkin type) eater. I mean, they’re okay, but, well, I dunno, I can live without 'em. I’ve had the frozen, “whomp” style and made from scratch types.
I don’t have my turkey purchased. That’s because I’m not having Thanksgiving at my house; my sis is hosting it. All I’m required to bring is the green bean casserole. She told me to bring it and I have to bring enough for 18 people. I would’ve brought something that I could have prepared ahead of time that doesn’t go mushy or bad, but that’s what she wants. :rolleyes: This of course means I’ll have to find room in her kitchen to assemble the casserole and then room in her oven to bake it. Her kitchen is…small…really small. Oh well, we’ll all survive and I’m sure all will turn out fine.
I’m fighting off a cold, I think. I’ve awoken the past two days with a sore, scratchy throat and a little bit of a stuffy nose. By around 9:00 a.m. my throat isn’t sore, but I do have occasional nasal drip thing going there. I hate colds, I hope I’m not catching one.
I want some good chocolate…I want some REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, good chocolate…NOW. However, I’ve been a good girl and ignored chocolate’s siren cry…well…except for that truffle I had the other day, but that’s it! I swear!
Nope. I don’t frequent likker stores all that often, Rue. See, I’m not much of a drinker. And at least around these parts, the grocery stores have a decent selection of wines if’n I decide I want wine with a nice dinner.
Okay, first off; you’re all way too nice. I’ve tried on two seperate occassions to start fights and nothing, nada! I mean, I declared Canada imaginary and Lissla just said nice things about my roast. Which turned out pretty darned well. Unfortunately. I wanted that puppy just kissing medium and it french kissed it all the way to medium well. And there was too much parsley in the stuffing but I simply hid it under a lettuce leaf.
Swampbear, young man, how dare you link to a new recipe? I have a cooking addiction I’m fighting and you post about nummy food to try out. It’s times like these I wish I knew how to do a link so I could retaliate with my chocolate cloud cake recipe I found. It’s on the same website from the Tyler’s Ultimate show. People have fainted from the ecstacy of tasting that cake.
Now, no lies scout. Last we met, you smelled of elderberry wine.
Yeah the cookies sounded good but…pickled okra sammiches???
Okay, I want that cake recipe. Here’s how you link. When you click the reply button to post there’s a little symbol that looks like a globe with two links of a chain under it. First you click on that then all ya gotta do is paste the address for the cake web site there in the first box, then it’ll ask you to put in the words you want to appear in the post for the link such as chocolate cloud cake. Try that for me pretty please!
I don’t have my turkey yet. I usually get a little one that’s just enough for sammiches since BarbeeDoll[sup]TM[/sup] buys the big one for the whole fam damily. Mr. Anachi usually gets a Publix gift certificate from work so I’m holding out for that.
I did a bit of Googling, and found out that Tim Horton’s was bought by Wendy’s (the hamburger people) in 1995. So while TH’s is mostly in The Great White North, some exist down here, and, golly, it’s a corporation based in the good ol’ US of A.
Did you know that if you take a container of regular ol’ whomp biscuits and open it up and poke holes in the individual biscuits and deep fry them they make passable doughnuts, in an emergency. And of course all doughnuts are emergency doughnuts now aren’t they?
VunderBob, we all know you’re one of them thair heartless Re-Publicans, but we loves ya anyway, just like we loves the cousin that has to live in the attic an’ go to the special school. :rolleyes:
I’ve been feelin about like Taters the last few days, my sinuses want me to be sick, but I don’t wanna. Happens most every year about this time. It’s a trial.
We’re going to the kids house for Turkey Day. Since they’ve bought their gigantic house/barn they’ve taken over hosting duties from Grammie (The Missus) and Paap Bear (me). Grammie isn’t too sure about that arrangement sometimes, but I’m okay with it. Except for the leftovers. I really liked having the leftovers. Of course the Missus would always try to get the visiting team to take the leftovers with them ‘cause* “We don’t need ‘em”*. I never understood that. Who doesn’t need leftovers? ‘specially leftover turkey? I’ve never been one of those people who only eats turkey on holidays. I could eat turkey all the time. In fact when I was a single person, I would often cook a turkey and eat on it for a week.
BTW, my shed/studio is all closed in, with winders an; everything. Now I can fiddle with it at my leasure. Next is wiring I think.
Ashes, darlin’, the link works. Now I want to go home and bake.
Lissla, as much as I appreciate the attempt to infect everyone who is excited by The DaVinci Code, and think that it would be good for the gene pool, is it a polite thing to do? I wouldn’t want your socio-political values to collide with your aesthetic values.
In cultures that have less personal space boundries (and we Amurikins have big personal space boundries), are infections spread more readily? I know that the only time kids in the grocery line ever look at me is when they sneeze in my face. During flu season, should we all walk around in surgical masks? If you offered me a bite of your Chocolate Cloud Cake, and the only fork is the one that you have been using, I would still take the bite of cake. Heck, you could sneeze into the cake and I’d still try it. Good chocolate is worth the risk of the flu. Buying groceries is not.
I’m not a huge turkey fan. We have to eat it on Thanksgiving and on Christmas Eve. That’s way more than I want to eat it. Thankfully, I’m hosting Christmas Day and will be preparing a prime rib roast. I order it from the butcher shop and it comes preseasoned and everything. It is to die for and makes the best leftover soup! Unfortunately, the roast doesn’t come cheap. Ah well, it’s only once a year; it’s worth it.
I just got out of a nearly two hour meeting. I hate meetings…they waste a lot of valuable time. I could have used that time to work on stuff I need to show my boss at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.
I grabbed a chili cheese dog for lunch and I’m damn sorry I ate it. I don’t feel to hot right now.
My ears have been plugged up for the last three hours…this means the cold is definitely winning the battle. I expect I’ll feel like total crap just in time for the weekend, if not sooner. Crap, I hate being sick.
I guess I best get back to work…I’m fading fast here and I need to accomplish a few more things today.
Except that making fun of Americans is our national hobby.
Sorry.
Just woke up from a three-hour nap. I feel a little better. I’m going to win this battle!
See if I share any more recipes with you, Ashes. Imaginary. Hmmph.
All right, Kallessa, I’ll just go infect all the Feng Shui Yoga Tarot Decks that we’re probably getting in at work tonight. :rolleyes: Or Learn Zen Mastery In Under Ten Minutes!. Some books really shouldn’t have been written.
But Lissla, being imaginary is the best kind of person to be. “I don’t have to go to work, I’m imaginary.” or “I do believe I’ll have another piece of pie. I can’t get fat; I’m imaginary.” See? Sheesh, imaginary people are so sensitive.
And har dee har puggy. Your large breasts nearly made me pass out. I will forgive you if you send Kalley a non-sneezy slice of chocolate cloud cake.
I got a 22 pound gobbler to cook for Thanksgiving. Did I mention I’m hosting? This is a tradition around here for some of us who don’t have family around. This year I play host and cook the turkey and make the dressing and gravy. Course I always make the gravy whether I host or not cause nobody else can do it right! And if the gravy ain’t right, well, might as well throw the whole rest of the meal out. It’s all about the gravy! I’m also gonna cook collard greens because, again, nobody else can do it right! All my friends are a big bunch of slackers. Cept ACBG. He makes nummy cheesecakes. And he makes me happy.
No teasing or bullshit with this post. I wanted my best netbuds to know that I’m checking out for a couple of days, so I can go back to Indiana to finish some open business with my 2nd Bachelor’s degree.
I have to give a presentation on a project class, and I’m trying to test out of a Technical Communications class at the same time. If I pull both off, I get another sheepskin.
Please wish me luck and good grades. I’ll be back Saturday afternoon.
