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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on October 13, 2009, 04:33:57 AM
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Oh my.
hippywife (1000+ posts) Sun Oct-11-09 08:56 PM
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Sunday Kitchen...The Dishes Aren't Done Edition. LOL
Been running a little low level nausea the past couple of days so I've been kinda moving slow this weekend. Hasn't really affected my appetite, just not wanting to do too much.
Made a really good country breakfast: Bill and I split half a ham steak with over easy eggs, fried potatoes and onion, toast. Some excellent Sumatran coffee.
Didn't start on anything really until around 2 again. Made my wedding soup and a half batch of the Ain5 bread for supper (that ought to be good for a couple more nights dinners), three loaves of whole wheat pumpkin bread with dates, raisins and pecans using the leftover fresh pumpkin from last weekend. Really tastes awesome! And then made some ginormous oatmeal scotchies with like 1/3 c. batter to each cookie.
Now everyone sing along to the tune of Jimmy Crack Corn: The dishes aren't done, and I don't care!
after which Grandma uses one of those smiley faces to wave at franksolich
The wired gassy primitive, from that farmette up over there in Wisconsin:
grasswire (1000+ posts) Sun Oct-11-09 11:32 PM
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1. my dishes aren't done either
...and I have no excuse. I had a hankering for beef stew tonight but had to walk out for the beef after lunch in the windy chill. Simmered the stew all afternoon, and it was so comforting that I fell directly asleep after supper.
This morning I picked the last of the raspberries (probably) out of the garden. I noted that the fig trees are laden with fruit, and the figs are laden with ants. That's a bit off-putting, after spending the summer fighting kitchen ants with talcum powder, vinegar, etc.. I hope they go away now that it's chilly. My mom used to make spiced pickled figs and I might like to try that. One time I made fig newtons from scratch -- that was kinda fun.
I think it's an early night -- dishes can wait til morning.
Have a good week, HW. Your punkin bread sounds deeelicious.
ginnyinWI (1000+ posts) Mon Oct-12-09 12:38 AM
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3. mine are done, for a change!
We ate out at Panera Bread tonight, so when I was done cleaning up after the grape jelly making, it was clean for the night. Not normal! I often leave the pots until the next morning when I actually enjoy doing them up quick while looking out the window and listening to Morning Edition (NPR).
nadinbrzezinski (1000+ posts) Mon Oct-12-09 12:53 AM
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5. Mine are not either
just a lazy afternoon... spent at home with my husband
Okay, this proves it; the Zbigniew primitive is actually a man-and-wife team using just one screen name. It's stupid.
The defrocked warped primitive, for whom it's too bad she didn't run away from the cabinet in the hospital where controlled substances were locked up:
Warpy (1000+ posts) Mon Oct-12-09 10:11 AM
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6. I remember my dad suggesting we go for a drive one hot summer night after supper. My mother grabbed her sunglasses and bag and stood by the door. "Aren't you going to do the dishes first?"
"Why? Do you think they're gonna run away from home while we're gone?"
I often take a relaxed view of a loaded sink in winter.
Summer is different, it's cockroach season.
hippywife (1000+ posts) Mon Oct-12-09 06:13 PM
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7. I'm one of those people who if I leave the house without doing something, it certainly ain't getting done when I get back. My sister tells me if she leaves on a Saturday morning without doing her laundry first, she feels like it's following her around all day, tip-toeing quietly and darting behind things when she turns around to see who is following her.
franksolich has simple and easy means of dealing with that.
Work first, then fun later.
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franksolich has simple and easy means of dealing with that.
Work first, then fun later.
Guess which word above is anathema to a DUmb****?
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Spiced pickled figs? Disgusting on so many levels. Maybe if the DUmmies cleaned their kitchens more often, they wouldn't have to battle the ants so much.
Another reason not to have any liberal friends. Not having to stomach their dinners. I had lib acquaintances in Maine years ago. Went to dinner at their place, and they served a real moonbat dish: It was pureed peas and pureed carrots, layered alternately in a small loaf pan, and unmolded. Like a foie gras. I could not get this abomination down my throat, and I think of it whenever Cali describes her moonbat menu.
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For having low level nausea, hippywife certainly is well fed.