DUmmies Discuss Startling Farmette And Pie Shop News

[GOBUCKS]

hippywife  (1000+ posts)        Sun Mar-27-11 07:05 PM
Original message
Hep! I need hep, dagnabbit.
Not immediately because dinner is over and it was really good, but not what I was going for. I made boneless pork chops with a pan gravy, mashed baby red potatoes with garlic, yogurt, and parm cheese, and asparagus. We both loved it, but my memories were naggin' at me.

I think I've mentioned before that my mom used to make city chicken (cubes of pork, beef, and veal on a skewer) and pork chops in a pan gravy that browned very deeply and some of it kind of coagulated and stuck to the meat. I don't know how else to describe that.

Does anyone know what I'm talking about and can tell me exactly how to accomplish this gravy? My mom is no longer around, so I would be deeply in your debt if you can help me figure this out. I can't ask my sisters because none of them really cook.

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=236x86668#86725
If Mrs. Packer needs a recipe, she should check with her sister-in-law. The one with both eyes on the same side of her nose.
I wonder if she has any suspicions that another gas explosion is imminent.


Now, big news, huge news from DUmmy grasswire, on the coming pie shop/shooting gallery, and the loss of the farmette:

grasswire  (1000+ posts)      Sun Mar-27-11 10:42 PM
Response to Reply #2
7. I'm okay, thanks for asking.
 
A zillion things to do. Press releases are out and the response from the community is vibrant and warm. I'm blown away. People even want to volunteer to help but that's something I'll have to think about. (You have to be diplomatic to volunteers and that takes time.) I have a pie tasting scheduled for the 9th in the neighborhood church. Gadzooks, I'm keeping a guest list so I know how much pie to need.

On top of all this, now we have to move. Our host wants to put his parents in this little apartment for a few months to see if they like the climate here.

Whee!

How 'bout you?

Press releases! I wonder if truthout got one. And her former friend finally came up with a subterfuge to move grasswire's freeloading ass out of his bonus room!
 

hippywife  (1000+ posts)        Sun Mar-27-11 10:51 PM
Response to Reply #7
8. Sounds like a whirlwind!
I'm going through something similar, but at least I don't have to worry about a brick and mortar situation like you do. I'm so sorry he backed out on the location. That must be extremely panic-making.

I hope you get a little smooth sailing ahead of you. 

 

grasswire  (1000+ posts)      Sun Mar-27-11 11:15 PM
Response to Reply #8
9. I'm going to miss the turkeys and the tomatoes
But not the noisy tree frogs. 

 

hippywife  (1000+ posts)        Sun Mar-27-11 11:42 PM
Response to Reply #9
10. OMG! I thought you were talking about the pie shop location.
That is a real drag having to move from the farmette! I know you will miss it. I hope you find something that you like as well, if not better.

Aw, hon...what a real drag. Once again, I wish we lived closer so I could be of some help.

I love the tree frogs. They sing me to sleep at night and have a much better melody than crickets.

 
You just know that DUmmy hippywife (who missspelled her own user name during registration) would have no recollection whatever of the "farmette" if she didn't read about it here. DUmmy grasswire hasn't used that comical term for at least two years. 

grasswire  (1000+ posts)      Mon Mar-28-11 12:29 AM
Response to Reply #10
11. I have found a place, if they approve the application
No farmette, but it does have a duck pond next door and a raccoon living in a tree and is on a dead-end street. Funny how a city person can develop a taste for more view and birds.

I'm confident a potential landlord will look kindly on an application from the penniless future operator of a non-profit pie shop/opium den. It's the kind of tenant everyone is looking for.

hippywife  (1000+ posts)        Mon Mar-28-11 06:44 PM
Response to Reply #11
20. Well, I'm glad that at least
you won't be stuck in town in an apartment.

I just couldn't live that way anymore. I did for so many years until I married Bill and moved here. After 14 years in a rural area, it would be horrible!/quote]
From the way it was recouted here, Wild Bill sent a Greyhound ticket to his future bride, to ship her from Ohio to the badlands of NE Oklahoma, sight unseen - the ony way either of them was likely to ever enter into matrimony.

[franksolich]

Oh my.

From the way it was recouted here, Wild Bill sent a Greyhound ticket to his future bride, to ship her from Ohio to the badlands of NE Oklahoma, sight unseen - the ony way either of them was likely to ever enter into matrimony.

How well franksolich remembers that.

The family--aged father, ill mother, all the brothers and the sisters-in-law, the little nieces and nephews--saying good-bye to the soon-to-be Mrs. Alfred Packer at the Greyhound Bus depot up in Ohio.

The aged father biting his lips and trying bravely to hold back tears, the ill mother sad and resigned at this daughter, her only one, who had so wantonly rejected the people and church and culture that had given her life, the brothers in varying stages of expression from anger to tears, the sisters-in-law daubing their eyes with tissues, and the little nieces and nephews clinging to the hem of their aunt's dress, begging and pleading and sobbing her not to leave them.

And back further in the crowd, all but invisible, Johnny, the soon-to-be-Mrs. Alfred Packer's first beau, dry-eyed but with sensitive foreboding in his face.

[franksolich]

You know, this somewhat, uh, bothered me:

I have found a place, if they approve the application.....

I dunno about what anybody else speculates, but just from the odd wording of that statement ("odd" for this area of the country), it looks to me "they" is some welfare housing authority that pays most, or all, of the rent.

[Evil_Conservative]

You know, this somewhat, uh, bothered me:

I dunno about what anybody else speculates, but just from the odd wording of that statement ("odd" for this area of the country), it looks to me "they" is some welfare housing authority that pays most, or all, of the rent.

When I lived in Madison with a boyfriend at the time, we had to fill out an application for an apartment.  We had to do that in Phoenix & Las Vegas too.  It was just basic stuff, wanting to know your names, current address, job(s), references.

[franksolich]

When I lived in Madison with a boyfriend at the time, we had to fill out an application for an apartment.  We had to do that in Phoenix & Las Vegas too.  It was just basic stuff, wanting to know your names, current address, job(s), references.

Yeah, that's pretty much standard and usual and customary.

But this is the pie-and-jam primitive, remember, the one who always wants but never gives--and so intuition tells me it doesn't mean what you and I would mean, if we used the same words.

[Evil_Conservative]

Yeah, that's pretty much standard and usual and customary.

But this is the pie-and-jam primitive, remember, the one who always wants but never gives--and so intuition tells me it doesn't mean what you and I would mean, if we used the same words.

Oh wait, that's right. 

If she doesn't have any income, then yeah, it's more than likely section 8.

[BEG]

I bet it's BS.  I bet she is going to use the homeless angle to excuse why the pie shop never materialized.

[franksolich]

If she doesn't have any income.....

Uh huh.

[thundley4]

I bet it's BS.  I bet she is going to use the homeless angle to excuse why the pie shop never materialized.

And then she'll be asking for donations for opening the pie shop.

[franksolich]

I bet it's BS.  I bet she is going to use the homeless angle to excuse why the pie shop never materialized.

You may be right; time will tell.

Some excuse will pop up.

You know, madam, one has to be careful when looking at the primitives.  It's only by observing Mrs. Alfred Packer, for example, close up, that her veniality is laid naked.  If one just takes her at face value, one thinks Mrs. Alfred Packer's a nice person.....when in fact she's no more of a nice person than franksolich is a Chinaman.

The late Tangerine LaBamba had commented upon this right here in the DUmpster, when the defrocked warped primitive was mentioned; there's a microscopically-thin veneer of niceness in the cooking and baking primitives, but once one tears that off, there's a couple, or even three, hundred pounds of pure greed and badness.

The pie-and-jam primitive, an addled older woman (60s, perhaps on social security), has a long long long record of always demanding things, never offering things.  A taker, but not a giver.

[GOBUCKS]

After all this, I have no idea what a "pie shop" is. Is it a bakery? A doughnut shop? Is it actually a diner with nothing but slices of pie? In an abandoned storefront building, how will the pies get made? Doesn't dough need to get smooshed together and then smashed flat somehow? And filling of some kind prepared, and everything stuck together and baked in an oven? I have never seen, nor heard of, a "pie shop" until freeloader grasswire brought it up. Maybe you get people to pay, say, two bucks for a piece of pie, and a buck and a half for a cup of coffee. That's three fifty per customer, and they're sitting there dawdling over their coffee, and the market has taught them to expect unlimited free refills. How could a shop like that possibly generate enough cash flow to keep the lights on? Since she mentioned musicians, I guess the only real hope for positive cash flow is if she'e actually planning to peddle weed. But I'm still puzzled by the term "pie shop".

[franksolich]

After all this, I have no idea what a "pie shop" is. Is it a bakery? A doughnut shop? Is it actually a diner with nothing but slices of pie? In an abandoned storefront building, how will the pies get made? Doesn't dough need to get smooshed together and then smashed flat somehow? And filling of some kind prepared, and everything stuck together and baked in an oven? I have never seen, nor heard of, a "pie shop" until freeloader grasswire brought it up.

Maybe you get people to pay, say, two bucks for a piece of pie, and a buck and a half for a cup of coffee. That's three fifty per customer, and they're sitting there dawdling over their coffee, and the market has taught them to expect unlimited free refills. How could a shop like that possibly generate enough cash flow to keep the lights on? Since she mentioned musicians, I guess the only real hope for positive cash flow is if she's actually planning to peddle weed. But I'm still puzzled by the term "pie shop".

http://www.conservativecave.com/index.php/topic,56842.0/

Don't forget the jam too.

[franksolich]

Remember, the pie-and-jam primitive lives in a small place, a semi-rural small town.

The town closest to franksolich has circa 1,500 people.

If franksolich were to open up a pie-and-jam shop there, even though it's on a major highway, he'd have to sell fishing tackle and quilting needles on the side, and perhaps get a mortician's license and peddle Fuller Brushes door-to-door, to pay just the electric bill for the pie-and-jammery.

[Chris_]

Will there be bread?  Dummies are always complaining about the high price of hand-made, all-natural, artisinal, labor intensive bread in the supermarket... this is grasswire's chance to stick it to the Man and his overpriced proletariat-exploiting loaves.

[franksolich]

Will there be bread?  Dummies are always complaining about the high price of hand-made, all-natural, artisinal, labor intensive bread in the supermarket... this is grasswire's chance to stick it to the Man and his overpriced proletariat-exploiting loaves.

Good point, sir.

That's another option the pie-and-jam primitive might consider, along with getting a mortician's license and dealing in second-hand furniture, to support the business.

[GOBUCKS]

Will there be bread?  Dummies are always complaining about the high price of hand-made, all-natural, artisinal, labor intensive bread in the imagine it mi... this is grasswire's chance to stick it to the Man and his overpriced proletariat-exploiting loaves.

But.....she doesn't have an oven, and she doesn't have any money. Maybe she's planning to get pies and stuff from Publix on consignment, and just cut them up in her storefront "pie shop". I suspect consignment might be a tough concept for her to sell to most bakeries and grocers.

I agree with coach. She needs to investigate the live bait business. If she supplemented her pie offerings with nightcrawlers and live crickets, maybe some hellgrammites and mealworms, it might increase showroom traffic.

[franksolich]

I just had a sinking feeling about something.

The pie-and-jam primitive and the sparkling husband primitive are best buds, good friends.

The sparkling husband primitive knows exactly where the pie-and-jammery is going to be.

What happens when the sparkling husband primitive sends one of his business associates--say, Squeaks Alphonse or Kick-Groin Silvestro or Mama-Boy Manny or Cherokee Vinnie or Calabrian Nick or Lido the Scowl--to protect it?

Protection costs money.

[franksolich]

I'm about ready to hit the sack; it was a rough day.

But now a new nightmare's emerging.

What's the pie-and-jam primitive going to do about all those expensive changes needed to bring the establishment "up to code"?  As the building hasn't been occupied for a long time, one suspects there's mega-major electrical, heating and ventilation, and plumbing changes that'll have to be made.

You know, those rules and regulations the primitives like so well.

And then the restaurant license.  And, I'm assuming, a carry-out license.

And a license to collect sales taxes?

(One of those licenses I never quite understood--but they do exist.)

And the inspection fees?

And all this cap-and-trade stuff?

The expense of all those thermometers and hats and gloves for where food is prepared.

She'll have to install restrooms (perhaps not a requirement in Wisconsin; it is in Nebraska), and not just that, but restrooms that are friendly to the handicapped and aged.

And outdoor parking spaces for automobiles, the number dependent upon how many tables are there.

You know, all these things the primitives think small businesses should be required to have.

The sparkling husband primitive's services for the pie-and-jammery might prove one of her lesser expenses.

[GOBUCKS]

I'm about ready to hit the sack; it was a rough day.

But now a new nightmare's emerging.

What's the pie-and-jam primitive going to do about all those expensive changes needed to bring the establishment "up to code"?  As the building hasn't been occupied for a long time, one suspects there's mega-major electrical, heating and ventilation, and plumbing changes that'll have to be made.

You know, those rules and regulations the primitives like so well.

And then the restaurant license.  And, I'm assuming, a carry-out license.

And a license to collect sales taxes?

(One of those licenses I never quite understood--but they do exist.)

And the inspection fees?

And all this cap-and-trade stuff?

The expense of all those thermometers and hats and gloves for where food is prepared.

She'll have to install restrooms (perhaps not a requirement in Wisconsin; it is in Nebraska), and not just that, but restrooms that are friendly to the handicapped and aged.

And outdoor parking spaces for automobiles, the number dependent upon how many tables are there.

You know, all these things the primitives think small businesses should be required to have.

The sparkling husband primitive's services for the pie-and-jammery might prove one of her lesser expenses.

And there are likely some kind of architectural regulations to insure that live fish bait and pies for people don't become intermixed to any significant extent. And all this in a business situation where DUmmy grasswire doesn't have enough capital to finance the purchase of hairnets.

[Ballygrl]

I just had a sinking feeling about something.

The pie-and-jam primitive and the sparkling husband primitive are best buds, good friends.

The sparkling husband primitive knows exactly where the pie-and-jammery is going to be.

What happens when the sparkling husband primitive sends one of his business associates--say, Squeaks Alphonse or Kick-Groin Silvestro or Mama-Boy Manny or Cherokee Vinnie or Calabrian Nick or Lido the Scowl--to protect it?

Protection costs money.

[GOBUCKS]

What happens when the sparkling husband primitive sends one of his business associates--say, Squeaks Alphonse or Kick-Groin Silvestro or Mama-Boy Manny or Cherokee Vinnie or Calabrian Nick or Lido the Scowl--to protect it?

Protection costs money.

Well, remember she is in Wisconsin. If she puts one of those union signs in the window, she should be okay.

[thundley4]

Well, remember she is in Wisconsin. If she puts one of those union signs in the window, she should be okay.

Yeah, because the Mafia goons are afraid of the union goons.

[GOBUCKS]

Yeah, because the Mafia goons are afraid of the union goons.

In nearly all cases, they are one and the same.

[Randy]

Yep, rent-a-goon.

[Karin]

Sorry to kick this from all the way on page 2, but I love this subject. 

The abandoned storefront will have to be outfitted in restaurant-grade stainless steel, and the supply of that is, well, volatile.  Trust me. 
The insurance alone will make Vinny and Guido's fee pale by comparison. 

At any rate, her excuse for no pie shop is that Corporate sponsorships fell through.