First, thenkyew scout, for clearing up that whole Ashes=Phyllis Diller thing EvilBumba stirred up (I grrr at you sir!). I dunno about me being pretty, but a friend once said I’m all tits and bimbo hair, so I do have some redeeming qualities.
And no swampy, vunderbob and I will not get a room already. Unless you wear these pink hot pants I bought for you. Now do a little twirl. I think vunderbob feels more cheery already.
Trifle! I was thinking of making some of that a couple of weeks ago but I was distracted by the whole crock pot thing. Now I want to make a strawberry tart, but not with chocolate whipped cream on top. I am suspicious of that stuff because I think it might taste like chocolate the way coco puffs do, which is not at all. A product review would be nice, lovely Lissla. How many stars would you rate that chocolate whipped cream? Was it all you hoped it would be?
Plus, a potato stuck to the ceiling light fixture could sprout and make an attractive potato bonsai plant thing.
No need to mollify Bumba, just distract me with something shiny. Ooh look, a ball of tinfoil I will bat about. 'Cause I’m catwoman. Eartha Kitt was the best one I think. Plus Santa Baby is one of my favorite giftmas songs. I believe it truly captures the spirit of such a dear holiday.
Which reminds me, I’m about to start dying my halloween eggs. Martha Stewart did some cool jack o’lantern eggs and I’m going to see what I come up with. I’m still looking for a small, dead tree though.
When I was cleaning cupboards at my Mom’s I found a crock pot. She had never used it, so I brought it home. Now, however, I’m working evenings (canvassing to make people vote–if you’re in Oregon and want to aviod all the political calls and visits, vote as soon as you get your ballot) and so I don’t have time for a crock pot meal. How ironic is that? Nov. 3 can’t come soon enough for me.
On the up side–if canvassing doesn’t help me lose weight, I’m a lost cause. My toes were sore last night, and I was specially given a route that was all downhill! Walking around in the dark is also a good way to find out if your city has enough streetlights. My city does not. And way too many people own really, really big dogs. Although I’m sure the dogs were all sweeties, big barks echoing through the house is not an inviting sound.
Do Log Cabin Republicans eat Log Cabin Syrup? Do they take a position on Lincoln Logs (real wood v. plastic wood)?
Well, once you do get a chance to use the crockpot, I would definitely suggest trying this recipe African Sweet Potato Stew with Red Beans - recipe is a couple posts down. It’s what I used last week to break in my new crockpot, and my review is in the thread. It’s nummy & different.
I can’t believe it’s already Wednesday - had a crazy work week to begin with (up until 2 am on Monday night - doing work!). But now it’s settled down, and I can leave on time today, which is a good thing - 'cause I’ve got to drive to my hula lesson tonight! Yay! Dancing!
Awww. I’ll tell the other girls you said that, Ex. They’ll be all flattered. Actually, what Quasi- Daughter will probably say is, “What? You showed a picture of me all over the internet?!” and I will point out it was only to the MMPers and she’ll still be upset.
She doesn’t like pictures of herself either. And she’s small, blonde and violent. I should probably hide.
Mr. Lissar has not yet tried the whipped cream, but i will get a report from him when he does. I’m going to wash the dishes and then bake the cake for the trifle because I didn’t get to it yesterday. Mostly because I spent so much time here. I imagine if you whipped chream, and then melted chocolate, cooled it, and folded it in, that would be good. But it would also be a lot more work.
Indeed, I am second from the right. Dark hair, bright pink face, and glasses. Wearing a tank top.
Mr. Lissar does like tandoori chicken, but he doesn’t like un-scouted-out restaurants. So I go first, because I’m an adventurous-food-type-person. The resto was good, but they didn’t have the lentil stuff I really like (moong dal? The buttery dark brown spicy lentils).
You know, my October CL has been sitting on my table for about a week or two. And I still haven’t gone through it.
I have an African squash soup (with lima beans) that I absolutely adore. I had been considering making it soon, since the weather is cooling off a little. Maybe in the interest of trying new things I’ll give that one a whirl instead.
I wish I was at home, lying in bed under my blankets. I’d start out reading, but it would be kind of fun to just drift off into nap land, actually.
:eek: I agree! Please don’t do that to me; it sounds rather painful.
Our neighbors have some fancy-dancy, schmancy ladder that can be used in a myriad of ways. I’ve seen it advertised on T.V and it isn’t cheap. I was thinking of going ahead and purchasing this ladder, but since the neighbors already have, we don’t need to worry about it…at least until they move or something. We have already used it because I have a chandelier in my entry way that’s way, way, way, up high. So, we were finally able to change out a burnt out light bulb.
I’ve just come out of a rather brutal meeting. I’m sitting here drinking my Propel water, but I’m wishing I could “propel” this bottle into someone’s backside. Arrgh, I just hate meetings.
I went and saw “Team America” this last weekend. The local movie reviewer gave it four out of five stars. I found this intriguing because he’s usually a rather snooty, artsy-fartsy kind of movie guy. At any rate, I went and saw the movie and laughed and laughed. This movies wrong on so many levels, but by gosh, it sure does make one laugh. Hubby had to wipe his face because he was laughing so hard he was crying.
I don’t have any pink pants; nor do I have plaid pants. So, I guess I can’t add anything to the fashion side of the MMP today.
Just for our Ex: Our friend just got some computer deer hunting game. Sure, it’s not the real thing where you get to freeze your tookus off, and slide down hills and get all wet and muddy, but at least the game is called Deer Hunting or Deer Hunter or Bambi Killer, or something like that. Does that make you feel a *little * better?
Well, I need to get back to my thrilling spreadsheets. My eyes are glazed over from staring at these things all the live-long day. All this in between meetings in which nothing is accomplished. :rolleyes:
Also to appease Ex, Mr. Lissar is reading me Peace Like A River, by Leif Enger. It starts off with a goose hunt. Lots of guns.
I’m not sure what to make for dinner. Cheese sauce and french bread? (Extremely lazy) Champ? (Mashed potatoes with something green, like peas or cabbage. Sour cream and cheddar on top) Something with all the cooked pork I’ve got in the freezer? Hot dogs? I’m not sure. I’ll go put the trifle together now.
Speaking of food (and you just know someone was even if you don’t actually read this thing and just guess) last night I had to run an annoying car-related errand (my car needed a new battery). No big, but it meant I missed Family Dinner. So when all was done, I went to the library. Why not? I was hungry and they have… no food at the library! So why did I go? Oh yeah, I had to return a whack of videos that were due back last night. After the library I went to Chipotle.
Chipotle is a chain restaurant, but it might not be where you are. They make giant burritos with a lot of rice. Then you get to pick what else you want in it. I had never been there before since no one I live with would like that sort of thing (Rice? Ewwww! Beans? Ewwww! Mexicanish spicy meat? Ewwwww!) but my sister likes the joint and they just opened one up near me (and probably near you since they are expanding like mad) so I thought I’d give it a whirl. I told them it was my first time, so they were gentle. I started to order all wrong (there’s a specific order you have to… order your food there- I didn’t know) and they set me straight. And then when it was time to pay, since it was my first time there, they gave me my burrito for FREE!
Free food Rue? So how was it? Did it still respect you in the morning?
I made some bbqed country style ribs in my crock pot yesterday. When I got home I peeled and sliced some sweet potatoes and made candied sweet potatoes. Most people call em yams but they’re not yams. They are sweet taters! I had already made some coleslaw. ACBG came over for dinner and “dessert” last night.
Did I mention that I had key lime pie, creme brule (several times!), cherries jubilee and baked alaska last week? Also this really yummy warm chocolate cake with a warm milk chocolate sauce, served with for real whipped cream with little chocolate shavings all over it. I had lots of desserts and “desserts” last week.
S_F that stew sounds nummy! Think I’ll make it sometime soon. Reckon it’d be good ifn I threw in some spicy sausage? I am ever so the carnivore.
I don’t like hunting all that much. Deer hunting involves sitting with my back up against a fieldstone wall watching a trail for hours on end while I freeze. Duck and goose hunting involves sitting in a blind watching a landing area for hours on end while I freeze. About the only kind of hunting I like is upland bird hunting, but only if there’s a dog around to do the heavy lifting in the “find, flush and retrieve the birds” department. I don’t fish either; I’m not a patient man. I like skeet. I know I’m going to have something to shoot at and I’m going to burn through four or five boxes of shells. Plus, I don’t have to pluck or clean anything when I get home.
By the way, Lissla, not only are you second from the right, but you are also stunning and I think you photograph nicely. So there.
Last night Mr. Anachi and I had some nice New York strips that I broiled along with some lovely fresh baked eyetalian bread. I didn’t even bother to make garlic bread out of it cause it was warm when I picked it up and smelled and tasted yummy all by itself.
Oh, and as if we haven’t had enough windy storms lately, we had us a turnader over on the coast late yesterday afternoon. Cape Canaveral is really a crummy place to launch space ships, iffin you know what I mean. Whatever was the guvment thinkin???
Just to give you guys some insight into my life (not that you want it), I’d like to relate and actual conversation that took place in my house last night.
Setting: My living room, and Angel Pants has just emerged from the bedroom where she was watching some kind of pointless girly crap instead of Red Sox baseball like she should have been.
AP: How’s the game going?
Exgineer: I don’t… Ack!.. Game 7… no lead is safe against the Yankees… what the?.. no no no no no no no no no… AHHHHHHHHH! WHY IS PEDRO PITCHING?.. mrflgl… GOOD GOD NO… oh hell oh hell oh hell oh hell oh hell … NOOOOOOO!!!.. Oh thank God… 'nother inning…
AP: You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.
I take Red Sox baseball way too seriously. I haven’t gotten any sleep since Sunday.
I’m not a baseball fan, and I have an innate distaste for any metropolitan area on the east coast north of Fredericksburg. I was in bed as soon as Lost was over…
I have to say I have not been watching any baseball…BUT…if my beloved Mariners couldn’t get there this season, I sure as hell am glad the damn Yankees are out of the running. I hate that team.
Ex, since you have confessed you don’t truly like hunting (for all the reasons I listed in my earlier post), then you’d probably enjoy that game I was telling you about; all the thrills of hunting, minus all the discomforts of hunting.
I happen to like fishing. I grew up fishing. Duh, I grew up here in the Pac Northwest where one is expected to know these things. Unfortunately, I haven’t really had the time to go in the last few years. I’m thinkin’ that since we’re planning on purchasing a boat next spring, that I’m going to get to start up again real soon.
Well, I must go stare at and play with more spreadsheets…sigh…I can’t wait for the weekend to arrive.
So how was it? Did it still respect you in the morning?