That peeper isn't dead: he has antifreeze in his blood. I've laughed--almost every year I've lived her, the week after they start peeping is our last snow of the season. Little guys out there, wet and cold and lookin' for sex/
Thanks, puddle, for the commiseration. I'm finding it greatly unsettling. It already makes my job at the library a challenge. There's a part of me which fears that by the time I finally get to retire, I won't be able to see well enough to paint and do photography. I suppose I could still leave spoken legacies for the grands.
We are back to bare ground (even atop the mountain!), though snow is coming to visit us again tomorrow. We're only going to catch a few inches, though parts south of us could get as much as a foot of snow. Apparently someone is holding the weather map upside-down again. Ironically, we are headed to THAT area on Thanksgiving Day. Ha!
If I could find a place that just sold turkey legs. . . . Beau's gonna get most of the breast (I like the skin, though. . . .) Turkey breast tastes like compressed sawdust to me.
Did get the back into the crock pot, and soup's on!
Turns out that if I just eat one small sweet potato, I can sneak it in under the wire. Am also making homemade cranberry sauce with the erythritol, and ditto.
Happy Thanksgiving Eve, everyone. The two GSO'ers in the family are expecting the Cincinnati branch of the family to arrive tomorrow afternoon to celebrate. Dana and husband Charle will be here until Saturday. Time to celebrate, and for Dana to explore our new bookstore and for Charlie to do a son-in-law duty--put some more weather stripping along a leaking window sill.
Whew!!! Nancy got 15 inches. I know I didn't get that much, maybe six to eight. Plus, the electricity went out about 8 this morning. So, 11 hours. Nancy got her generator going, and her computer and onto Mon Power's web site, and we weren't even on the schedule!
Ah, puddle, I wondered how the cranberry sauce would go for you. I bought some "Only Cranberry" juice a few weeks ago and was amazed to discover it's incredibly tart and bitter. To be able to drink it, I had to use 1 part cranberry juice, one part water and two parts apple juice! I would normally do half juice and half water. Can you add a little apple juice (allowed?)?
We got home safely from NH, where we had a beautiful day with Grandson! More after I've slept.
Na. There are 108 carbs to a cup--and the glycemic load of 58. Pretty close to being pure sugar.
I had to reheat it to add another half cup of erythritol so it's over cooked. I'm going to just file erythritol once this is done. Just too hard to use.
By the way, sucralose(Splenda) also comes in a liquid.
The weather was beautiful yesterday as we drove to our son and his wife's home for Thanksgiving. We've traditionally had Thanksgiving at his house and our other son and his family joined us as did our daughter-in-law's parents. Not so this year with our son and his family. How used to traditions we humans become.
I'm aware now, uncomfortably so, of aging and mortality, don't like it at all. It makes me want to treasure everything, from walking out into the meadow to dump the kitty litter, to doing the dishes, to friendships, to the beautiful, vast sky of the high plains.
I'm not sure why Nature is the way it is, but it is, and we are blessed to be here.
Hallo! I hope everyone is enjoying a break from the ordinary, whether that be due to special food, good company, snowfall or a strong of good movies to watch. :-)
For me it's kind of been all of the above. We had the big meal with our youngest and his wife's family yesterday, especially so that we could see Grandson in advance of his surgery on Tuesday morning. The little guy is only 19 months old, but he doesn't sleep well, has sore throats and fevers and swelling around his tonsils. So he's having a tonsillectomy, poor mite! He's incredibly sweet and amazingly cheerful under that duress.
My pies were a big hit, so that's fun! In addition to my cherry and pumpkin pies, we had Daughter's apple pie and a special Mince pie purchased from Mirabelle's elegant bakery in Burlington. That last is because Youngest's wife's dad loves it and it turns out Mah*Sweetie likes it too. No one else tried it. LOL!
We are up to about 9" of snow this week, and just drove home in a squall. It's a winter wonderland here in so many ways. Beautiful! But our phone are messed up here in Vermont tonight. That started this afternoon and it's not good. Even the 911 calls are affected.
As for the string of movies, we're planning to watch Contact again tomorrow night, then go see the movie Interstellar on Sunday after yet another big meal (cooked here this time). :-)
THIS WAS JUST POSTED by the Williston Fire Department:
* * * 911 and all other phone lines back up! * * *
Oh good. We can put away the tin cans and string and we won't have to build bonfires atop mountains to signal for help [Tolkien: The Return of the King].
My eldest got his tonsillectomy at six--his tonsils were staying swollen, and it was affecting his hearing. And he was learning new words wrong. (I can still hear them in his language.) So we got him the little golden book of tonsillectomies, and he was delighted about the ice cream after.
On the elevator, going down to the prep room, the other kid was screaming bloody murder, and Scotty looked at me like: dumb kid, didn't anyone tell him about the ice cream?
When they brought him back to the room, groggy and hurting, my heart and stomach turned over: I just remembered my own, and the TRUTH!--you don't *want* ice cream!! I had accidentally lied to my child! I felt like a rat!
Yeah, puddle. They know it's going to be hard. But they also know he needs this done. At least your 6 year old could understand the need for it. Rowan won't know what hit him. Poor mite.
The reason for the ice cream and popsicles is that it's important for the patient to swallow to get better, and they sooo don't want to swallow because it hurts.
:-(
We're going to send a teddy bear and a mylar balloon up to his room. Might help a little. We brought him a board book of Over the River and Through the Woods and a super soft little fawn yesterday. :-)
Yeah, Scotty was, too. And they had big soft reclining chair for the parent.
i was very grateful about the hospital. A friend of mine, back when, when they sent you home from the doctor's office, was given a tablespoon of peanut butter to put in the roof of her mouth to wash away some of the medical taste. She woke in the middle of the night and they rushed her to the hospital because she was hemorrhaging. For her, the taste of blood and peanut butter kinda ruined peanut butter for this lifetime for her.
The classic pie, featuring Ritz crackers baked in a golden crust, is perfect for the holidays.
Pastry for two-crust 9-inch pie 36 RITZ Crackers, coarsely broken (about 1 3/4 cups crumbs) 1 3/4 cups water 2 cups sugar 2 teaspoons cream of tartar 2 tablespoons lemon juice Grated peel of one lemon 2 tablespoons margarine or butter 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1. Roll out half the pastry and line a 9-inch pie plate. Place cracker crumbs in prepared crust; set aside.
2. Heat water, sugar and cream of tartar to a boil in saucepan over high heat; simmer for 15 minutes. Add lemon juice and peel; cool.
3. Pour syrup over cracker crumbs. Dot with margarine or butter; sprinkle with cinnamon. Roll out remaining pastry; place over pie. Trim, seal and flute edges. Slit top crust to allow steam to escape.
4. Bake at 425 F for 30 to 35 minutes or until crust is crisp and golden. Cool completely.
Makes 10 servings
NUTRITIONAL INFORMATION per serving 413 calories, 3 g protein, 63 g carbohydrate, 17 g total fat, 3 g saturated fat, 339 mg sodium, 0 g dietary fiber.
I ever made this, Puddle becauseIwas lousy atmakingpie crust. However, in the farming neiborhood where my in-laws lived every house wife made it. Mostly they picked it up from listening in on the telephone party line. Of course, they all knew each others rings. They listened to every ring that came through. Early Social Media!
Too funny, Shirlee. My mom would have spatted my behind if I'd ever tried to listen to someone else on the party line.
Astonished me every time how much it tasted like real apple pie.
I kind of brought it up because I'm looking for a substitute for apples for a low carb mince meat, and while Ritz crackers would obviously be too high, I can imagine trying some almond meal knock off crackers, which I then use as knockoff apples in the faux mince meat.
Secret to good pastry is touch it little, and use lard!
I NEVER learned that lesson about pastry or rather couldn't make it work. But I made a mean home made pizza on Saturday nights! Sauce, dough, toppings from scratch. Only night I had time to do that and when we were all home at once.
I was stunned when I got here, and you could actually buy lard. Got it once, made biscuits, and never ever went back to Crisco! 'Bout five years later the transfat train hit the rails, and I was so glad I did. Edwin could not believe how good those biscuits were. Some nights that's all we had for dinner, lol!
I made bread for years, till my son begged me not to: evidently you couldn't trade homemade bread sammichs with any body, grin.
Mostly they picked it up from listening in on the telephone party line. Of course, they all knew each others rings. They listened to every ring that came through. Early Social Media!
Yes! There are wonderful scenes and situations in Lucy Maud Montgomery's book Rilla of Ingleside in which there's concern that people are listening in. It takes place on Prince Edward Island during WWI.
It prolly would, but since this is replacement apples for mincemeat, it's late to start, no? Unless one can buy green tomatoes at the grocery store this time of year.
Back home now. wonderful week with kid and grand. Looks like lots went on.
I haven't tried the mock apple, but I should. It sounds good. I have a recipe for Pineapple Jam that just uses Zucchini. And, I think, Orange Marmalade. Only way could get the youngest to eat zucchini. She hated it.
Now to get settled back at home, get some laundry done and some salad stuff bought so's we can eat dinners again.
howdy all, I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving day!
if I EVER listened in on another's phone conversation I would have been grounded and been banned from using our phone for a good long time - at the very least!! it wasn't a problem because I never considered it, if someone was on the line I just hung up. guess it was the thought that I wouldn't want anyone listening to me w/o knowing it. that wasn't social media, when we post online we know that others are 'listening'.
The pies sound delicious. Yesterday, listening to A Prairie Home Companion with Garrison Keiller, he riffed on the old fashioned Thanksgivings where women were the matriarchs and ruled the kitchen. Their children weren't allowed to cook at all; instead they were the cleaners, dish washers, puter-awayers. That was my growing up. My mother did all the cooking, and I was the cleaner. I never cooked a turkey, made a pie, or mashed potatoes, maybe I made a fruit salad. And, she praised me to everyone for what a good cleaner I was.
Well, no surprise. I haven't cooked in probably 30 years. David does it all and loves it. And, yes, I'm still the cleaner, and I enjoy it.
Garrison Keiller mourned what had happened to to olden day Thanksgivings, saying that the younger generation never learned to cook. He was correct, certainly in my case.
Cold, cold, misty, nothing the weather folks predicted.
I remember when I moved from home (and across the country) and was dating--to the point of inviting gentlemen home to dinner (well just one, and I married him).
This was the menu: rock Cornish game hen stuffed with wild rice. French cut green beans with slivered almonds in a Campbell's mushroom soup sauce. Dessert was vanilla pudding (baby food, junior) topped with raisin sauce. After half a dozen times, I invested in The Joy of Cooking. (Gave copies to each of my boys when they left the nest.)
Never had to do Christmas or Thanksgiving, we always drove to his parents' in PA. Until my eldest was four and started to worry if Santa would find him. . . .
First T'giving after the divorce, Harry got the boys and a turkey from his boss. And was worried about gravy. So, I ran into the kitchen and put a third of a cup of wondra in a pint bottle, filled it with water, shook it and handed it to him. ???? After the turkey's done take it out and put on a plate. Put the roaster on the stove top on low, and pour the contents of the bottle in and stir maybe add a little water. Add salt and pepper. That's all? Yep. My mother and sisters always told me gravy was really hard to make, you SURE that's all? Yep. It worked like magic, lol!
My mother did Thanksgiving dinners, but I never knew how she made things. What did it for me, also, was that my grandmother gave me a copy of The Joy of Cooking as a wedding gift. She knew I'd need it.
I LOVE to cook and hate to clean up (because by then I'm exhausted). Too bad you don't live in Vermont, Pat. ;-)
I was given four squirrels once. I remember thinking I guess I'll find out if Joy of Cooking *really* is the best cookbook on the planet. Pulled it out, checked the index--squirrel: see game. Got to the page. Instructions begin with: stand on tail. . . . Luckily mine were already skinned.
In May, Gold Medal Wondra Instantized Flour was introduced. It was an all-purpose flour in a revolutionary new granular form. It was made by a process of agglomeration of small flour particles to make a more uniform instantized product. There were no chemical additions in the processing and the baking characteristics of all-purpose flour were not changed. Wondra had the same nutritional food value as any other enriched flour and was made of a specially selected blend of wheats to make it suitable for all types of baking. Wondra. was particularly useful for making lump-free sauces and gravies because it dispersed instantly in cold liquids. It poured freely and evenly and measured the same, cup after cup, because of its controlled uniformity. Wondra was also dust-free. (The name was later changed to Wondra Quick- Mixing Flour.)
Read more from GourmetSleuth.com: http://www.gourmetsleuth.com/articles/detail/wondra-flour#ixzz3KiVnA6O1
Restoration work beginning on my apartment building! Built as a large wholesale/ retail hardware business in the 1870s/ 1880's by constructing one building at a time from from street to alley. Each building in a bit different style. Turned into apartments and street sidebusinesses in 1990's. Now it seems this whole south side of the building needs some major repair. Long story short--the restoration company was just here to measure a large bedroom window that needs replacing. Leaking cold air. These old buildings fascinate me. Happy Day to all!
19 month old Grandson had his tonsils out on Tuesday, along with his adenoids. The surgeon said they were huge and their removal should make a huge difference! We hope so. He's had fevers, sore throats, nightmares and night terrors for the better part of a year. The night before surgery he woke up an hour after his parents had gone to bed, with the worst night terror yet. It was so bad they had to put him into the car and drive him around to calm him back to sleep. In the morning they drove to the hospital, having been driving around all night so he could manage to sleep. Son Jonah (our youngest), Grandson's Dad, told me he would stay with him as long as possible before surgery, and were it allowed he would be willing to stay with him right through the surgery. I love him so much for saying that! The little guy needed morphine after the surgery this morning, but is improving. He even sang a little of "E-I-E-I-O"! :-) Home tomorrow if the night goes well.
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Dean would be BEST!
Thanks, puddle. Between my fool eye and the news from Ferguson, I needed something to make me smile tonight! ♥
That peeper isn't dead: he has antifreeze in his blood. I've laughed--almost every year I've lived her, the week after they start peeping is our last snow of the season. Little guys out there, wet and cold and lookin' for sex/
Hoping all the garbage in your middle eye moves on out of the way.
I was always amused--I used to be legally blind in my right eye, and it's my dominant eye. Life sure isn't fair, eh?
Thanks, puddle, for the commiseration. I'm finding it greatly unsettling. It already makes my job at the library a challenge. There's a part of me which fears that by the time I finally get to retire, I won't be able to see well enough to paint and do photography. I suppose I could still leave spoken legacies for the grands.
We are back to bare ground (even atop the mountain!), though snow is coming to visit us again tomorrow. We're only going to catch a few inches, though parts south of us could get as much as a foot of snow. Apparently someone is holding the weather map upside-down again. Ironically, we are headed to THAT area on Thanksgiving Day. Ha!
Ya, we have snow predicted for tomorrow, too! 2" to 4". Hope that's it.
Got me turkey dismembered. LAST time I'm eve gonna do that. Next time, it gets cooked first, and the leftovers get frozen, lol!
You're a better woman than I am, Gunga Din! Now you see why I simply bough a deboned turkey breast. Ha! But, ENJOY…you worked for it!!
*bought
Uh, oh! They've upped it to five to ten inches. . . .
If I could find a place that just sold turkey legs. . . . Beau's gonna get most of the breast (I like the skin, though. . . .) Turkey breast tastes like compressed sawdust to me.
Did get the back into the crock pot, and soup's on!
Turns out that if I just eat one small sweet potato, I can sneak it in under the wire. Am also making homemade cranberry sauce with the erythritol, and ditto.
Good Morning,
Power outage yesterday for about six or more hours. How much our lives depend on electricity. Just to say, hello again, back online.
Happy Thanksgiving Eve, everyone. The two GSO'ers in
the family are expecting the Cincinnati branch of the family to arrive tomorrow afternoon to celebrate.
Dana and husband Charle will be here until Saturday.
Time to celebrate, and for Dana to explore our new bookstore and for Charlie to do a son-in-law duty--put some more weather stripping along a leaking window sill.
Stay warm, safe, happy and well, my friends.
Whew!!! Nancy got 15 inches. I know I didn't get that much, maybe six to eight. Plus, the electricity went out about 8 this morning. So, 11 hours. Nancy got her generator going, and her computer and onto Mon Power's web site, and we weren't even on the schedule!
Posted that, then went elsewhere to catch up, came back, and there it still was. Tried again, it didn't So went and got me a new page. . .
Take care, everybody!!!
Snuggle in!! ♥
29º, overcast, not going to make the predicted 38º, by a long shot.
http://margaretandhelen.com/2014/11/25/helens-thanksgiving-letter-to-the-family-2014/
Made my cranberry sauce. It seems a bit tart, but then I added lime juice, so how can I complain?
See, the nice part about living alone if you're a night owl is that you can have your Thanksgiving dinner at 10 at night. And no one cares, lol!
Ah, puddle, I wondered how the cranberry sauce would go for you. I bought some "Only Cranberry" juice a few weeks ago and was amazed to discover it's incredibly tart and bitter. To be able to drink it, I had to use 1 part cranberry juice, one part water and two parts apple juice! I would normally do half juice and half water. Can you add a little apple juice (allowed?)?
We got home safely from NH, where we had a beautiful day with Grandson! More after I've slept.
Na. There are 108 carbs to a cup--and the glycemic load of 58. Pretty close to being pure sugar.
I had to reheat it to add another half cup of erythritol so it's over cooked. I'm going to just file erythritol once this is done. Just too hard to use.
By the way, sucralose(Splenda) also comes in a liquid.
Good Morning,
The weather was beautiful yesterday as we drove to our son and his wife's home for Thanksgiving. We've traditionally had Thanksgiving at his house and our other son and his family joined us as did our daughter-in-law's parents. Not so this year with our son and his family. How used to traditions we humans become.
I'm aware now, uncomfortably so, of aging and mortality, don't like it at all. It makes me want to treasure everything, from walking out into the meadow to dump the kitty litter, to doing the dishes, to friendships, to the beautiful, vast sky of the high plains.
I'm not sure why Nature is the way it is, but it is, and we are blessed to be here.
Happy Day After.
Hallo! I hope everyone is enjoying a break from the ordinary, whether that be due to special food, good company, snowfall or a strong of good movies to watch. :-)
For me it's kind of been all of the above. We had the big meal with our youngest and his wife's family yesterday, especially so that we could see Grandson in advance of his surgery on Tuesday morning. The little guy is only 19 months old, but he doesn't sleep well, has sore throats and fevers and swelling around his tonsils. So he's having a tonsillectomy, poor mite! He's incredibly sweet and amazingly cheerful under that duress.
My pies were a big hit, so that's fun! In addition to my cherry and pumpkin pies, we had Daughter's apple pie and a special Mince pie purchased from Mirabelle's elegant bakery in Burlington. That last is because Youngest's wife's dad loves it and it turns out Mah*Sweetie likes it too. No one else tried it. LOL!
We are up to about 9" of snow this week, and just drove home in a squall. It's a winter wonderland here in so many ways. Beautiful! But our phone are messed up here in Vermont tonight. That started this afternoon and it's not good. Even the 911 calls are affected.
As for the string of movies, we're planning to watch Contact again tomorrow night, then go see the movie Interstellar on Sunday after yet another big meal (cooked here this time). :-)
THIS WAS JUST POSTED by the Williston Fire Department:
* * * 911 and all other phone lines back up! * * *
Oh good. We can put away the tin cans and string and we won't have to build bonfires atop mountains to signal for help [Tolkien: The Return of the King].
:-)
My eldest got his tonsillectomy at six--his tonsils were staying swollen, and it was affecting his hearing. And he was learning new words wrong. (I can still hear them in his language.) So we got him the little golden book of tonsillectomies, and he was delighted about the ice cream after.
On the elevator, going down to the prep room, the other kid was screaming bloody murder, and Scotty looked at me like: dumb kid, didn't anyone tell him about the ice cream?
When they brought him back to the room, groggy and hurting, my heart and stomach turned over: I just remembered my own, and the TRUTH!--you don't *want* ice cream!! I had accidentally lied to my child! I felt like a rat!
Took him a couple of months later to an ice cream parlor, and got him a banana split. But I've never stopped feeling bad about it.
Yeah, puddle. They know it's going to be hard. But they also know he needs this done. At least your 6 year old could understand the need for it. Rowan won't know what hit him. Poor mite.
The reason for the ice cream and popsicles is that it's important for the patient to swallow to get better, and they sooo don't want to swallow because it hurts.
:-(
We're going to send a teddy bear and a mylar balloon up to his room. Might help a little. We brought him a board book of Over the River and Through the Woods and a super soft little fawn yesterday. :-)
(He'll be in hospital overnight.)
Yeah, Scotty was, too. And they had big soft reclining chair for the parent.
i was very grateful about the hospital. A friend of mine, back when, when they sent you home from the doctor's office, was given a tablespoon of peanut butter to put in the roof of her mouth to wash away some of the medical taste. She woke in the middle of the night and they rushed her to the hospital because she was hemorrhaging. For her, the taste of blood and peanut butter kinda ruined peanut butter for this lifetime for her.
I used to make this. Anyone else?
Ritz Mock Apple Pie
The classic pie, featuring Ritz crackers baked in a golden crust,
is perfect for the holidays.
Pastry for two-crust 9-inch pie
36 RITZ Crackers, coarsely broken (about 1 3/4 cups crumbs)
1 3/4 cups water
2 cups sugar
2 teaspoons cream of tartar
2 tablespoons lemon juice
Grated peel of one lemon
2 tablespoons margarine or butter
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1. Roll out half the pastry and line a 9-inch pie plate. Place
cracker crumbs in prepared crust; set aside.
2. Heat water, sugar and cream of tartar to a boil in saucepan
over high heat; simmer for 15 minutes. Add lemon juice and peel;
cool.
3. Pour syrup over cracker crumbs. Dot with margarine or butter;
sprinkle with cinnamon. Roll out remaining pastry; place over pie.
Trim, seal and flute edges. Slit top crust to allow steam to escape.
4. Bake at 425 F for 30 to 35 minutes or until crust is crisp
and golden. Cool completely.
Makes 10 servings
NUTRITIONAL INFORMATION per serving
413 calories, 3 g protein, 63 g carbohydrate, 17 g total fat,
3 g saturated fat, 339 mg sodium, 0 g dietary fiber.
Preparation Time: 45 mins.
Cook Time: 30 mins.
Cooling Time: 3 hrs.
Total Time: 4 hrs. 15 mins.
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I ever made this, Puddle becauseIwas lousy atmakingpie crust. However, in the farming neiborhood where my in-laws lived every house wife made it. Mostly they picked it up from listening in on the telephone party line. Of course, they all knew each others rings. They listened to every ring that came through. Early Social Media!
Too funny, Shirlee. My mom would have spatted my behind if I'd ever tried to listen to someone else on the party line.
Astonished me every time how much it tasted like real apple pie.
I kind of brought it up because I'm looking for a substitute for apples for a low carb mince meat, and while Ritz crackers would obviously be too high, I can imagine trying some almond meal knock off crackers, which I then use as knockoff apples in the faux mince meat.
Secret to good pastry is touch it little, and use lard!
I NEVER learned that lesson about pastry or rather
couldn't make it work. But I made a mean home made
pizza on Saturday nights! Sauce, dough, toppings from
scratch. Only night I had time to do that and when we were all home at once.
I was stunned when I got here, and you could actually buy lard. Got it once, made biscuits, and never ever went back to Crisco! 'Bout five years later the transfat train hit the rails, and I was so glad I did. Edwin could not believe how good those biscuits were. Some nights that's all we had for dinner, lol!
I made bread for years, till my son begged me not to: evidently you couldn't trade homemade bread sammichs with any body, grin.
puddle, have you ever tried making mock apple pie using green tomatoes instead of apples? Ma does that in the Little House books and it worked great.
Hmmm, let me try that again…
Mostly they picked it up from listening in on the telephone party line. Of course, they all knew each others rings. They listened to every ring that came through. Early Social Media!
Yes! There are wonderful scenes and situations in Lucy Maud Montgomery's book Rilla of Ingleside in which there's concern that people are listening in. It takes place on Prince Edward Island during WWI.
Our local health food store has local, organic lard at the deli. I haven't tried it yet, though my nutritionist says it's fine.
It prolly would, but since this is replacement apples for mincemeat, it's late to start, no? Unless one can buy green tomatoes at the grocery store this time of year.
Back home now. wonderful week with kid and grand. Looks like lots went on.
I haven't tried the mock apple, but I should. It sounds good. I have a recipe for Pineapple Jam that just uses Zucchini. And, I think, Orange Marmalade. Only way could get the youngest to eat zucchini. She hated it.
Now to get settled back at home, get some laundry done and some salad stuff bought so's we can eat dinners again.
So glad to see you all here. XOXOXO
howdy all, I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving day!
if I EVER listened in on another's phone conversation I would have been grounded and been banned from using our phone for a good long time - at the very least!! it wasn't a problem because I never considered it, if someone was on the line I just hung up. guess it was the thought that I wouldn't want anyone listening to me w/o knowing it. that wasn't social media, when we post online we know that others are 'listening'.
Quick hello,
The pies sound delicious. Yesterday, listening to A Prairie Home Companion with Garrison Keiller, he riffed on the old fashioned Thanksgivings where women were the matriarchs and ruled the kitchen. Their children weren't allowed to cook at all; instead they were the cleaners, dish washers, puter-awayers. That was my growing up. My mother did all the cooking, and I was the cleaner. I never cooked a turkey, made a pie, or mashed potatoes, maybe I made a fruit salad. And, she praised me to everyone for what a good cleaner I was.
Well, no surprise. I haven't cooked in probably 30 years. David does it all and loves it. And, yes, I'm still the cleaner, and I enjoy it.
Garrison Keiller mourned what had happened to to olden day Thanksgivings, saying that the younger generation never learned to cook. He was correct, certainly in my case.
Cold, cold, misty, nothing the weather folks predicted.
Have a cozy night.
I remember when I moved from home (and across the country) and was dating--to the point of inviting gentlemen home to dinner (well just one, and I married him).
This was the menu: rock Cornish game hen stuffed with wild rice. French cut green beans with slivered almonds in a Campbell's mushroom soup sauce. Dessert was vanilla pudding (baby food, junior) topped with raisin sauce. After half a dozen times, I invested in The Joy of Cooking. (Gave copies to each of my boys when they left the nest.)
Never had to do Christmas or Thanksgiving, we always drove to his parents' in PA. Until my eldest was four and started to worry if Santa would find him. . . .
First T'giving after the divorce, Harry got the boys and a turkey from his boss. And was worried about gravy. So, I ran into the kitchen and put a third of a cup of wondra in a pint bottle, filled it with water, shook it and handed it to him. ???? After the turkey's done take it out and put on a plate. Put the roaster on the stove top on low, and pour the contents of the bottle in and stir maybe add a little water. Add salt and pepper. That's all? Yep. My mother and sisters always told me gravy was really hard to make, you SURE that's all? Yep. It worked like magic, lol!
This is a *great* site.
www.cookingforengineers.com/
What is wondra?
My mother did Thanksgiving dinners, but I never knew how she made things. What did it for me, also, was that my grandmother gave me a copy of The Joy of Cooking as a wedding gift. She knew I'd need it.
I LOVE to cook and hate to clean up (because by then I'm exhausted). Too bad you don't live in Vermont, Pat. ;-)
Wondra was my mainstay for a good long time: non-clumping flour! Or close to.
I was given four squirrels once. I remember thinking I guess I'll find out if Joy of Cooking *really* is the best cookbook on the planet. Pulled it out, checked the index--squirrel: see game. Got to the page. Instructions begin with: stand on tail. . . . Luckily mine were already skinned.
Warm and sunny. Was startled to wake to the mostly melted snow. More ground showing than snow patches!
All our snow melted overnight! If you want to see photos from both Friday and this morning, here's the link:
http://howardempowered.blogspot.com
Re: Wondra…. Thanks puddle. What was it made of? What made it not clump? Was it laced with cornstarch maybe?
My electric utility was just certified Socially Conscious!
http://www.burlingtonfreepress.com/story/money/2014/12/01/green-mountain-power-become-bcorp/19727103/
Wondra Flour History
Copyright General Mills
1963
Gold Medal Wondra instantized flour introduced
In May, Gold Medal Wondra Instantized Flour was introduced. It was an all-purpose flour in a revolutionary new granular form. It was made by a process of agglomeration of small flour particles to make a more uniform instantized product. There were no chemical additions in the processing and the baking characteristics of all-purpose flour were not changed. Wondra had the same nutritional food value as any other enriched flour and was made of a specially selected blend of wheats to make it suitable for all types of baking. Wondra. was particularly useful for making lump-free sauces and gravies because it dispersed instantly in cold liquids. It poured freely and evenly and measured the same, cup after cup, because of its controlled uniformity. Wondra was also dust-free. (The name was later changed to Wondra Quick- Mixing Flour.)
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Restoration work beginning on my apartment building!
Built as a large wholesale/ retail hardware business in the
1870s/ 1880's by constructing one building at a time from
from street to alley. Each building in a bit different style.
Turned into apartments and street sidebusinesses in 1990's. Now it seems this whole south side of the
building needs some major repair. Long story short--the restoration company was just here to measure a large bedroom window that needs replacing. Leaking cold air. These old buildings fascinate me. Happy Day to all!
Captain, the ship can't take much more of this!
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Never saw a notice like this, lol!
May as well have some laughs while the ship
goes down. Internet has been slow here today --
Also!
Oooohhhh, Gold Medal flour! Sure, I remember that!
19 month old Grandson had his tonsils out on Tuesday, along with his adenoids. The surgeon said they were huge and their removal should make a huge difference! We hope so. He's had fevers, sore throats, nightmares and night terrors for the better part of a year. The night before surgery he woke up an hour after his parents had gone to bed, with the worst night terror yet. It was so bad they had to put him into the car and drive him around to calm him back to sleep. In the morning they drove to the hospital, having been driving around all night so he could manage to sleep. Son Jonah (our youngest), Grandson's Dad, told me he would stay with him as long as possible before surgery, and were it allowed he would be willing to stay with him right through the surgery. I love him so much for saying that!
The little guy needed morphine after the surgery this morning, but is improving. He even sang a little of "E-I-E-I-O"! :-) Home tomorrow if the night goes well.
new thread!
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