Ruth Haffly wrote to Dave Drum <=-
You'll be surprised how quickly they fill up. Bv)=
I know; I've been using quart boxes and filling in open spaces. I need
to consolidate the drawers so I'll have more room. When we bought the freezer, we decided one drawer each for beef, poultry, pork and all
other. Some of them are close to empty, others have a ways to go yet.
once in a while I hold a "clean-out" session and get rid of the
science projects, especially those that have grown blue fur or
are otherwise unrecognisable
I try to keep track of that as I pull other things out of the fridge.
Oh, I do too. Sometimes it grates me when I pull out stuff destined
for the bin and set it on the stove and I get distracted before taking
it to the wheelie bin ... then come back to find that Dennis has put it all back in the fridge. Not that he has a "system" and it's all easy to get at right up front. It just fries me a little.
Understandable. You didn't know all the little quirks like that before
you started living together.
We've been friends since high school over 60 years ago. One time he
was there when took a container from the icebox and tossed it in the
bin. He said "I was saving that!" So I asked "Did you give it a name? Because it's alive." Bv)=
No name but a descriptive label helps. I try to label all that goes
into the freezer, then put it on an inventory sheet. When it comes out,
it gets crossed off the sheet.
chance. And the mutts eat well. I call Jasper "super-mooch". If I'm at
my desk when I have my meal I'll put the plate/bowl on the floor when
I'm finished and Jasper or Isobel will pre-wash it for me. Bv)=
Old Scout camp skit--"greenhorn asks old timer if his bowl is clean,
old timer says it is "as clean as 3 Rivers can get it". Greenhorn
figures that is mighty clean, then old timer calls "cm'ere 3 Rivers".
That old saw is older than either you or me.
Older than Dan'l Boone? (G)
I grew up camping in tents with no floors. The last night out on one of our family trips we hit a storm so hard we had rivers running thru the tents. Before the next outing Dad bought new tents--with floors. Steve
and I started camping with a tent that had a floor. Didn't do a lot so when the Savannah Boy Scout troop had their equiment trailer stolen, we were among those that donated replacement camping gear. Kept sleeping bags, lantern and stove, got our first camper in December, 2015.
I miss having a dog or cat but know it is in the best interest of my health that we don't. "Met" Rachel's dogs on our Christmas day video
chat, will do the in person meet up in a few months.
When Dennis' son and new D-I-L find a house they'll take the mutts
back and I'll hit an "adoption" event so I can get a cat. They're a
lot lower maintenance than a bow-wow.
In some ways, plus they're "quiet" company. Steve was gone for almost a year when we were in Berlin--Army advancement school, then retrain in Arabic. Girls were younger, went to bed earlier so it was nice to have Jenny-cat curled up at the other end of the couch those long nights.
The year Steve was in Korea, the girls were older, stayed up later and
we had Sam, the cocker spaniel. Quite the difference! (G)
I try to keep track of that as I pull other things out of the fridge.
I've got a mini-fridge in the confuser room that holds (mostly) drinks
and snacks like individual servings of yoghurt and chip dips. Also 1# blocks of butter and packets of cream cheese.
We've been friends since high school over 60 years ago. One time he
was there when took a container from the icebox and tossed it in the
bin. He said "I was saving that!" So I asked "Did you give it a name? Because it's alive." Bv)=
No name but a descriptive label helps. I try to label all that goes
into the freezer, then put it on an inventory sheet. When it comes out,
it gets crossed off the sheet.
I try to use clear(ish) containers for stuff I stash. Labels are a
good idea if using opaque containers.
That old saw is older than either you or me.
Older than Dan'l Boone? (G)
The actual person or the Fess Parker movie?
our family trips we hit a storm so hard we had rivers running thru the tents. Before the next outing Dad bought new tents--with floors. Steve
and I started camping with a tent that had a floor. Didn't do a lot so when the Savannah Boy Scout troop had their equiment trailer stolen, we were among those that donated replacement camping gear. Kept sleeping bags, lantern and stove, got our first camper in December, 2015.
I learned early-on about digging a "moat" around the tent. Especially
if on a slope. Channels the water around rather than through. Bv)=
Thank you Boy Scouts.
I miss having a dog or cat but know it is in the best interest ofmy RH> health that we don't. "Met" Rachel's dogs on our Christmas day
When Dennis' son and new D-I-L find a house they'll take the mutts
back and I'll hit an "adoption" event so I can get a cat. They're a
lot lower maintenance than a bow-wow.
In some ways, plus they're "quiet" company. Steve was gone for almost a year when we were in Berlin--Army advancement school, then retrain in Arabic. Girls were younger, went to bed earlier so it was nice to have Jenny-cat curled up at the other end of the couch those long nights.
The year Steve was in Korea, the girls were older, stayed up later and
we had Sam, the cocker spaniel. Quite the difference! (G)
A cat purring in your ear helps you to sleep. And you don't have to
get up to let them out to do their "business" in the middle of te
night.
Ruth Haffly wrote to Dave Drum <=-
I try to keep track of that as I pull other things out of the fridge.
I've got a mini-fridge in the confuser room that holds (mostly) drinks
and snacks like individual servings of yoghurt and chip dips. Also 1# blocks of butter and packets of cream cheese.
Our house is small enough that it's not that much of a walk from the computer room to the kitchen. The fridge is on the left as you enter,
easy to open and grab something from it.
That old saw is older than either you or me.
Older than Dan'l Boone? (G)
The actual person or the Fess Parker movie?
The actual person. Fess played Dan'l Boone on TV; he played Davy
Crocket in the Disney movie.
our family trips we hit a storm so hard we had rivers running thru the tents. Before the next outing Dad bought new tents--with floors. Steve
and I started camping with a tent that had a floor. Didn't do a lot so when the Savannah Boy Scout troop had their equiment trailer stolen, we were among those that donated replacement camping gear. Kept sleeping bags, lantern and stove, got our first camper in December, 2015.
I learned early-on about digging a "moat" around the tent. Especially
if on a slope. Channels the water around rather than through. Bv)=
Thank you Boy Scouts.
Dad was big in Boy Scouts--was one as a kid, troop leader & troop
committe for many years as an adult. I think he went on almost every
camp out the local troop had as long as my brothers were in, and then some. But he never ditched (don't know if it wasn't allowed where we stayed) the family camp sites.
I miss having a dog or cat but know it is in the best interest of
my health that we don't. "Met" Rachel's dogs on our Christmas day
video chat, will do the in person meet up in a few months.
When Dennis' son and new D-I-L find a house they'll take the mutts
back and I'll hit an "adoption" event so I can get a cat. They're a
lot lower maintenance than a bow-wow.
In some ways, plus they're "quiet" company. Steve was gone for almost a year when we were in Berlin--Army advancement school, then retrain in Arabic. Girls were younger, went to bed earlier so it was nice to have Jenny-cat curled up at the other end of the couch those long nights.
The year Steve was in Korea, the girls were older, stayed up later and
we had Sam, the ####er spaniel. Quite the difference! (G)
A cat purring in your ear helps you to sleep. And you don't have to
get up to let them out to do their "business" in the middle of te
night.
I know, I miss having one--but I appreciate being able to breath.
I've got a mini-fridge in the confuser room that holds (mostly) drinks
Our house is small enough that it's not that much of a walk from the computer room to the kitchen. The fridge is on the left as you enter,
easy to open and grab something from it.
My kitchen is a *ONE* peson (at a time) affair. I have to turn
slightly sideways to pass between the ice bo and the upright freezer.
If one of
us is in the kitchen doing something and the other needs/wants/desires some item or action either the person in the kitchen has to get it and hand it over - or leave the kitchen so the other can do what needs
done.
Shawn and I had a discussion about tiny kitchens so we swappped
pixture via text messages. He say that I "won". Heck the kitchen in my
old tin
can (mobil home) was larder AND better laid out/more functional than
what I now have.
8<----- HACK ----->8
The actual person or the Fess Parker movie?
The actual person. Fess played Dan'l Boone on TV; he played Davy
Crockett in the Disney movie.
Errrrmmmm, IIRC both were on the glass teat. Ctockett was probably the first "mini-series" in 3 parts. Frontiersman, Congress critter, and
the Alamo. Not counting the song.
our family trips we hit a storm so hard we had rivers running thruthe RH> tents. Before the next outing Dad bought new tents--with
I learned early-on about digging a "moat" around the tent. Especially
if on a slope. Channels the water around rather than through. Bv)=
Thank you Boy Scouts.
Dad was big in Boy Scouts--was one as a kid, troop leader & troop
committe for many years as an adult. I think he went on almost every
camp out the local troop had as long as my brothers were in, and then some. But he never ditched (don't know if it wasn't allowed where we stayed) the family camp sites.
Well the Boy Sprouts is where I learned that trick. I think "Boy's
Life" (the Boy Scout magazine) had a feature on it. I could be wrong
as that was about 70 years ago.
A cat purring in your ear helps you to sleep. And you don't have to
get up to let them out to do their "business" in the middle of te
night.
I know, I miss having one--but I appreciate being able to breath.
Dennis has severe asthma. His twice daily inhaler helps with everyting
but pollen season. I bought him an air "purifier" as a holiday gift
two Decembers ago. But he wouldn't even unpack it from its box. His
son and new D-I-L currently have it. This year I gave him a travel mug
so he can take his instant coffee with. That he uses. Bv)=
Ruth Haffly wrote to Dave Drum <=-
I've got a mini-fridge in the confuser room that holds (mostly) drinks
Our house is small enough that it's not that much of a walk from the computer room to the kitchen. The fridge is on the left as you enter,
easy to open and grab something from it.
My kitchen is a *ONE* peson (at a time) affair. I have to turn
slightly sideways to pass between the ice bo and the upright freezer.
Now that is small! I don't think I've ever had a kitchen that small
except in the campers.
If one of
us is in the kitchen doing something and the other needs/wants/desires some item or action either the person in the kitchen has to get it and hand it over - or leave the kitchen so the other can do what needs
done.
You didn't realise when you bought the house that a small kitchen was going to be a problem?
Shawn and I had a discussion about tiny kitchens so we swappped
pixture via text messages. He say that I "won". Heck the kitchen
in my old tin can (mobil home) was larder AND better laid out/more functional than what I now have.
I've had good sized kitchens and small ones with the various places we lived. The one in Berlin was nice, quite roomy, but it lacked a
dishwasher (important to me, more so as I get older). The one in
Savannah was in brand mew housing but not designed for a serious cook. Best part of that one (other than all new appliances) was a counter
with cabinet space below and above that ran the length of one of the
short walls, maybe about 6 feet. Other counter space was severely
limited.
8<----- HACK ----->8
Dad was big in Boy Scouts--was one as a kid, troop leader & troop
committe for many years as an adult. I think he went on almost every
camp out the local troop had as long as my brothers were in, and then some. But he never ditched (don't know if it wasn't allowed where we stayed) the family camp sites.
Well the Boy Sprouts is where I learned that trick. I think "Boy's
Life" (the Boy Scout magazine) had a feature on it. I could be wrong
as that was about 70 years ago.
I stopped reading "Boy's Life" when I left home, probably for college.
A cat purring in your ear helps you to sleep. And you don't have to
get up to let them out to do their "business" in the middle of te
night.
I know, I miss having one--but I appreciate being able to breath.
Dennis has severe asthma. His twice daily inhaler helps with everyting
but pollen season. I bought him an air "purifier" as a holiday gift
two Decembers ago. But he wouldn't even unpack it from its box. His
son and new D-I-L currently have it. This year I gave him a travel mug
so he can take his instant coffee with. That he uses. Bv)=
I have both albuterol and Trelegy--doctor started me on that last
summer after about 23 years of Advair. Latter was my miracle drug; that and a good pulmonology doctor in Hawaii really got my asthma under control. Last few years tho, I've been having more and more
problems--bad lungs from years of bronchitis and pneumonia so the
Trelegy adds a 3rd medication to the 2 that the Advair has and it
seems to be starting to help.
My kitchen is a *ONE* peson (at a time) affair. I have to turn
slightly sideways to pass between the ice bo and the upright freezer.
Now that is small! I don't think I've ever had a kitchen that small
except in the campers.
When I call it a "Pullman" kitchen people think I'm joking. It's not a joke. In many ways it resembles the dining car galley on a
ctoss-country rail-car.
If one of
us is in the kitchen doing something and the other needs/wants/desires some item or action either the person in the kitchen has to get it and hand it over - or leave the kitchen so the other can do what needs
done.
You didn't realise when you bought the house that a small kitchen was going to be a problem?
Truthfully, I didn't even think about it. It didn't look obviously as inconvenient with everything except the appliances out and the swing
down long counter on the inside wall in the raised position. I made a
very "lowball" bid on the asking price ... mostly because it's on a
high traffic artery and I was concerned about getiing out onto the
road from the drive. In practice that has been a non-existent concern.
But the kitchen more than makes up for it. Bv)=
Shawn and I had a discussion about tiny kitchens so we swappped DD>pixture via text messages. He say that I "won". Heck the kitchen DD> in
I've had good sized kitchens and small ones with the various places we lived. The one in Berlin was nice, quite roomy, but it lacked a
dishwasher (important to me, more so as I get older). The one in
Savannah was in brand mew housing but not designed for a serious cook. Best part of that one (other than all new appliances) was a counter
with cabinet space below and above that ran the length of one of the
short walls, maybe about 6 feet. Other counter space was severely
limited.
My first house had a kitchen about the same size as this one in square feet. But muich better laid out, Plus it had a pantry about half the
size of the kitchen with plenty of shelving to stash extra pots
and/or counter top appliances.
some. But he never ditched (don't know if it wasn't allowed where we stayed) the family camp sites.
Well the Boy Sprouts is where I learned that trick. I think "Boy's
Life" (the Boy Scout magazine) had a feature on it. I could be wrong
as that was about 70 years ago.
I stopped reading "Boy's Life" when I left home, probably for college.
I stopped when I quit the scouts. We had a scoutmaster who really set
off my "gay-dar". I didn't know that's what it was called at that
stage of my life. But he really made me nervous. Read about him a few years
later in the local newspaper after he was attacked and severely
thrashed by a scout's father. That set off an investigation and he was "outed".
I showed the article to my folks and told them "You always wondered
why I quit the scouts? There it is."
8<----- SHIFT ----->8
Dennis has severe asthma. His twice daily inhaler helps with everyting
but pollen season. I bought him an air "purifier" as a holiday gift
two Decembers ago. But he wouldn't even unpack it from its box. His
son and new D-I-L currently have it. This year I gave him a travel mug
so he can take his instant coffee with. That he uses. Bv)=
I have both albuterol and Trelegy--doctor started me on that last
summer after about 23 years of Advair. Latter was my miracle drug; that and a good pulmonology doctor in Hawaii really got my asthma under control. Last few years tho, I've been having more and more
problems--bad lungs from years of bronchitis and pneumonia so the
Trelegy adds a 3rd medication to the 2 that the Advair has and it
seems to be starting to help.
I'm doing two puff twice a day of the advair and the albuterol is an
"if, as and when" rescue inhaler. All down to 45 years of smoking 2
packs a day unfiltered Camel cigarettes.
Would that I had never picked up the first one.
Dennis has a round, fat inhaler he hits twice a day then gargles. I
can always tell when he's dne his inhaler. Him gargling sounds like
an Opera singer warming up to warble. Bv)=
Ruth Haffly wrote to Dave Drum <=-
My kitchen is a *ONE* peson (at a time) affair. I have to turn
slightly sideways to pass between the ice bo and the upright freezer.
Now that is small! I don't think I've ever had a kitchen that small
except in the campers.
When I call it a "Pullman" kitchen people think I'm joking. It's not a joke. In many ways it resembles the dining car galley on a
ctoss-country rail-car.
When we did our last Alaska cruise (the one with the rail trip to
Denali, then a couple of days in Fairbanks), we had lunch on the train.
We were seated right near the entrance/exit to the kitchen; our seats
were so that we could see in when people went in/out. I could see basically one counter where it looked like they were assembling the sandwiches. Menu choices were quite limited, mostly soups and
sandwiches, but the train was a limited run. I understand the old time dining cars on cross country rail trips were quite impressive with what they turned out.
If one of
us is in the kitchen doing something and the other needs/wants/desires some item or action either the person in the kitchen has to get it and hand it over - or leave the kitchen so the other can do what needs
done.
You didn't realise when you bought the house that a small kitchen was going to be a problem?
Truthfully, I didn't even think about it. It didn't look obviously as inconvenient with everything except the appliances out and the swing
down long counter on the inside wall in the raised position. I made a
very "lowball" bid on the asking price ... mostly because it's on a
high traffic artery and I was concerned about getiing out onto the
road from the drive. In practice that has been a non-existent concern.
But the kitchen more than makes up for it. Bv)=
We looked at several other houses, was less than impressed with the kitchens. This one has more counter space and drawers than the rental house; we'd bought a "butler" for extra counter space and storage so we took that with us. It takes up a bit of floor space but does give that extra bit of storage. It's also stationed right below our pot rack so
we don't bump our head--too often. (G)
Shawn and I had a discussion about tiny kitchens so we swappped
pixture via text messages. He say that I "won". Heck the kitchen
in my old tin can (mobil home) was larder AND better laid out/more functional than what I now have.
I've had good sized kitchens and small ones with the various places we lived. The one in Berlin was nice, quite roomy, but it lacked a
dishwasher (important to me, more so as I get older). The one in
Savannah was in brand mew housing but not designed for a serious cook. Best part of that one (other than all new appliances) was a counter
with cabinet space below and above that ran the length of one of the
short walls, maybe about 6 feet. Other counter space was severely
limited.
My first house had a kitchen about the same size as this one in square feet. But muich better laid out, Plus it had a pantry about half the
size of the kitchen with plenty of shelving to stash extra pots
and/or counter top appliances.
Layout is important. In Savannah there was a small room right off the kitchen, going to the garage, for the washer and dryer. It had some shelving so we were able to stow extra kitchen stuff there.
some. But he never ditched (don't know if it wasn't allowed where we stayed) the family camp sites.
Well the Boy Sprouts is where I learned that trick. I think "Boy's
Life" (the Boy Scout magazine) had a feature on it. I could be wrong
as that was about 70 years ago.
I stopped reading "Boy's Life" when I left home, probably for college.
I stopped when I quit the scouts. We had a scoutmaster who really set
off my "gay-dar". I didn't know that's what it was called at that
stage of my life. But he really made me nervous. Read about him a few years later in the local newspaper after he was attacked and severely thrashed by a scout's father. That set off an investigation and he was "outed". I showed the article to my folks and told them "You always wondered why I quit the scouts? There it is."
AKAIK, none of the scoutmasters my brothers had leaned that way.
They were all dads of boys in the troop, and most were WWII vets.
8<----- SHIFT ----->8
Dennis has severe asthma. His twice daily inhaler helps with everyting
but pollen season. I bought him an air "purifier" as a holiday gift
two Decembers ago. But he wouldn't even unpack it from its box. His
son and new D-I-L currently have it. This year I gave him a travel mug
so he can take his instant coffee with. That he uses. Bv)=
I have both albuterol and Trelegy--doctor started me on that last
summer after about 23 years of Advair. Latter was my miracle drug; that and a good pulmonology doctor in Hawaii really got my asthma under control. Last few years tho, I've been having more and more
problems--bad lungs from years of bronchitis and pneumonia so the
Trelegy adds a 3rd medication to the 2 that the Advair has and it
seems to be starting to help.
I'm doing two puff twice a day of the advair and the albuterol is an
"if, as and when" rescue inhaler. All down to 45 years of smoking 2
packs a day unfiltered Camel cigarettes.
Would that I had never picked up the first one.
I never even lit up a cigarette to try, the smell of the burning
tobacco (and chemicals) was enough to turn me off. For a time I was on both an inhaled steroid and another, inhaled anti-inflammitory, with
the albuterol as needed, then the doctor in HI put me on the Advair. It helped me big time, until the last couple of years. Nice thing about
the Trelegy is that it's a once a day but it tastes nasty--good
incentive to remember to rinse my mouth. (G)
Dennis has a round, fat inhaler he hits twice a day then gargles. I
can always tell when he's dne his inhaler. Him gargling sounds like
an Opera singer warming up to warble. Bv)=
Ever ask him when his debut at the Met is scheduled for?
When I call it a "Pullman" kitchen people think I'm joking. It's not a joke. In many ways it resembles the dining car galley on a
ctoss-country rail-car.
When we did our last Alaska cruise (the one with the rail trip to
Denali, then a couple of days in Fairbanks), we had lunch on the train.
We were seated right near the entrance/exit to the kitchen; our seats
were so that we could see in when people went in/out. I could see basically one counter where it looked like they were assembling the sandwiches. Menu choices were quite limited, mostly soups and
sandwiches, but the train was a limited run. I understand the old time dining cars on cross country rail trips were quite impressive with what they turned out.
My first long rail trip - Here to St. Louis thern switch to the Twin Cities Rocket bound for Faribault, MN on the CB&Q/Rock Island. The
dining car was all linen tablecloths and napkins and stemware. Quite upmarket. And, for my supper I chose Roast Duckling a l'Orange. My mom
and the waiter both tried to steer me to something else. And I should haver listened. With the rocking of the train and the slipperyness of
the orange sauce on the duck I would up with almost as much on me as
in me. Bv)= But it was good. Comiing home on the reverse route I had
a nice, easy to maneuver Roast Beef Manhattan.
You didn't realise when you bought the house that a small kitchen was going to be a problem?
Truthfully, I didn't even think about it. It didn't look obviously as inconvenient with everything except the appliances out and the swing
down long counter on the inside wall in the raised position. I made a
But the kitchen more than makes up for it. Bv)=
We looked at several other houses, was less than impressed with the kitchens. This one has more counter space and drawers than the rental house; we'd bought a "butler" for extra counter space and storage so we took that with us. It takes up a bit of floor space but does give that extra bit of storage. It's also stationed right below our pot rack so
we don't bump our head--too often. (G)
My pot hangers (for the wok and paella pan) is over the sink. Nowhere
else to hang them and the paella pan is to big to fit in any of the cabinets. Bv)=
Savannah was in brand mew housing but not designed for a serious cook. Best part of that one (other than all new appliances) was a counter
with cabinet space below and above that ran the length of one of the
short walls, maybe about 6 feet. Other counter space was severely
limited.
I've never had a home with a dishwasher other than the two at the ends
of my arms. If I get my dream place that will change.
Layout is important. In Savannah there was a small room right off the kitchen, going to the garage, for the washer and dryer. It had some shelving so we were able to stow extra kitchen stuff there.
An attached garage is a n ice warehouse for all manner of excess
baggage.
I stopped reading "Boy's Life" when I left home, probably for college.
I stopped when I quit the scouts. We had a scoutmaster who really set
off my "gay-dar". I didn't know that's what it was called at that
stage of my life. But he really made me nervous. Read about him a few years later in the local newspaper after he was attacked and severely thrashed by a scout's father. That set off an investigation and he was "outed". I showed the article to my folks and told them "You always wondered why I quit the scouts? There it is."
AKAIK, none of the scoutmasters my brothers had leaned that way.
They were all dads of boys in the troop, and most were WWII vets.
My friend Laszlo is a scoutmaster - despite having no chirrun of his
own. Well, now he's sort-of on emeritus status. Another runs the
monthly meetings. But Laszlo leads and counsels the boys in gardening, crafts,
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Ruth Haffly wrote to Dave Drum <=-
conservation projects and their winter holidays root beer making and bottling.
Sounds like he's doing right well. My younger brother was active in scouting until a couple of years ago; he never married or had kids. I think it was when they changed the program to let girls participate
that he decided to get out; he doesn't like women in charge of
anything.
Root beer making--takes me back years. My folks did it from time to
time; I think the last time they did it was in 1967. Got harder to find the caps and root beer extract in their small town and they didn't do a lot of shopping in the bigger "cities" then. Usually went a couple
times a year for non grocery stuff; groceries were all bought local.
Then too, there was no internet to use to track down obscure stuff.
8<----- SHIFT ----->8
I never even lit up a cigarette to try, the smell of the burning
tobacco (and chemicals) was enough to turn me off. For a time I was on both an inhaled steroid and another, inhaled anti-inflammitory, with
the albuterol as needed, then the doctor in HI put me on the Advair. It helped me big time, until the last couple of years. Nice thing about
the Trelegy is that it's a once a day but it tastes nasty--good
incentive to remember to rinse my mouth. (G)
My grandfather smoked a pipe and the tobacco/smoke was quite aromatic. Very much more so than cigarettes. Still, I was a hard-head. Couldn't
tell me anything because I already knew it all.
Fresh, curing tobacco tobacco smells really good; when we lived in Swansboro (mid 70s to early 80s), NC was still growing a lot of it. We could smell it in the curing barns in late summer. It's when they add stuff to it--went thru Winston-Salem in 1977, whole city stunk like a burnt cigarette--that it stinks so bad. Pipe tobacco isn't usually as
bad as cigarettes for the smell but given a choice, I'll avoid all of
the above.
Dennis has a round, fat inhaler he hits twice a day then gargles. I
can always tell when he's dne his inhaler. Him gargling sounds like
an Opera singer warming up to warble. Bv)=
Ever ask him when his debut at the Met is scheduled for?
He wouldn't "get" it. Some days he can be pretty thick. Bv)=
Sigh!
scouting until a couple of years ago; he never married or had kids. I think it was when they changed the program to let girls participate
that he decided to get out; he doesn't like women in charge of
Regular old misogynist, ain't he? I have always believed that gender should not be a factor in employment or mlife in general (except for family, that is). I've been at the Zone for nearly 20 years and the
best boss I ever had was a woman. I was so impressed with her that I
told her one day "If I were 40 years younger and you weren't already married .... "Besides being a joy to work for she was a genuinely nice person. And drop dead gorgeous, I've stayed in touch and tried a time
or three to entice her into coming back to AutoZone. But, she's happy catching babies in the Labor & Delivery department at a local
hospital.
Root beer making--takes me back years. My folks did it from time to
time; I think the last time they did it was in 1967. Got harder to find the caps and root beer extract in their small town and they didn't do a
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I never even lit up a cigarette to try, the smell of the burning
tobacco (and chemicals) was enough to turn me off. For a time I was on
My grandfather smoked a pipe and the tobacco/smoke was quite aromatic. Very much more so than cigarettes. Still, I was a hard-head. Couldn't
tell me anything because I already knew it all.
Fresh, curing tobacco tobacco smells really good; when we lived in Swansboro (mid 70s to early 80s), NC was still growing a lot of it. We could smell it in the curing barns in late summer. It's when they add stuff to it--went thru Winston-Salem in 1977, whole city stunk like a burnt cigarette--that it stinks so bad. Pipe tobacco isn't usually as
bad as cigarettes for the smell but given a choice, I'll avoid all of
the above.
Me too. When Illinois outlawed smoking in offices and enclosed public spaces nearly all of the saloon and restaurant owners had much
weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. But,it opened up new vistas
for me as
there were some pretty decent places I wouls have gone to for meals
but for the excess smokiness. It all played out in the end.
Dennis has a round, fat inhaler he hits twice a day then gargles. I
can always tell when he's dne his inhaler. Him gargling sounds like
an Opera singer warming up to warble. Bv)=
Ever ask him when his debut at the Met is scheduled for?
He wouldn't "get" it. Some days he can be pretty thick. Bv)=
Sigh!
Thick can be good sometimes ...
Title: Double Thick Grilled Pork Chop w/Ginger Plum Bbq Sauce
Categories: Pork, Bbq, Fruits, Oriental, Chilies
Yield: 4 Servings
Ruth Haffly wrote to Dave Drum <=-
scouting until a couple of years ago; he never married or had kids. I think it was when they changed the program to let girls participate
that he decided to get out; he doesn't like women in charge of
Regular old misogynist, ain't he? I have always believed that gender should not be a factor in employment or mlife in general (except for family, that is). I've been at the Zone for nearly 20 years and the
Shouldn't, but the old "guys rule" mentality is hard to break.
best boss I ever had was a woman. I was so impressed with her that I
told her one day "If I were 40 years younger and you weren't already married .... "Besides being a joy to work for she was a genuinely nice person. And drop dead gorgeous, I've stayed in touch and tried a time
or three to entice her into coming back to AutoZone. But, she's happy catching babies in the Labor & Delivery department at a local
hospital.
She's found her niche. One of my friends down here worked in Labor and Delivery for about 10 years, was finally transferred but she missed working with new moms/babies. There is something special about seeing a new life coming into the world and the new parent's reactions.
Root beer making--takes me back years. My folks did it from time to
time; I think the last time they did it was in 1967. Got harder to find the caps and root beer extract in their small town and they didn't do a
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Me too. When Illinois outlawed smoking in offices and enclosed public spaces nearly all of the saloon and restaurant owners had much
weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. But,it opened up new vistas
for me as there were some pretty decent places I wouls have gone to
for meals but for the excess smokiness. It all played out in the end.
Typical reaction it seems. NC didn't outlaw it until shortly after we moved up here in 2009. Nice to walk into a restaurant and not have to specifly "non smoking, as far away from smoking as possible". Over the years we walked out of a number of places that tried seating us really close to the smokers.
Dennis has a round, fat inhaler he hits twice a day then gargles. I
can always tell when he's dne his inhaler. Him gargling sounds like
an Opera singer warming up to warble. Bv)=
Ever ask him when his debut at the Met is scheduled for?
He wouldn't "get" it. Some days he can be pretty thick. Bv)=
Sigh!
Thick can be good sometimes ...
Title: Double Thick Grilled Pork Chop w/Ginger Plum Bbq Sauce
Categories: Pork, Bbq, Fruits, Oriental, Chilies
Yield: 4 Servings
That does look like a place where thick would be really good.
Shouldn't, but the old "guys rule" mentality is hard to break.
It's both a fact and a mystery. Women are just as smart or smarter can
be as strong and do handle pain better, But men don't get their bodies
all stretched out of shape growing babies internally and they have
taken a lot of advantage from that.
best boss I ever had was a woman. I was so impressed with her that I
told her one day "If I were 40 years younger and you weren't already married .... "Besides being a joy to work for she was a genuinely nice person. And drop dead gorgeous, I've stayed in touch and tried a time
or three to entice her into coming back to AutoZone. But, she's happy catching babies in the Labor & Delivery department at a local
hospital.
She's found her niche. One of my friends down here worked in Labor and Delivery for about 10 years, was finally transferred but she missed working with new moms/babies. There is something special about seeing a new life coming into the world and the new parent's reactions.
I don't know nabout that first hand. Never raised a child of my own.
Did raise a girl. Must have done an OK job as I got invited to her
wedding and her birtg father was told, rather pointedly, to stay away.
Root beer making--takes me back years. My folks did it from time to
time; I think the last time they did it was in 1967. Got harder to find the caps and root beer extract in their small town and they didn't do a
The Boy Sprout root beer is bottled in old wine bottles and corked,
noy capped. And it has to be refrigerated lest it "blow its cork".
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Me too. When Illinois outlawed smoking in offices and enclosed public spaces nearly all of the saloon and restaurant owners had much
weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. But,it opened up new vistas
for me as there were some pretty decent places I wouls have gone to
for meals but for the excess smokiness. It all played out in the end.
Typical reaction it seems. NC didn't outlaw it until shortly after we moved up here in 2009. Nice to walk into a restaurant and not have to specifly "non smoking, as far away from smoking as possible". Over the years we walked out of a number of places that tried seating us really close to the smokers.
Dennis has a round, fat inhaler he hits twice a day then gargles. I
can always tell when he's dne his inhaler. Him gargling sounds like
an Opera singer warming up to warble. Bv)=
Ever ask him when his debut at the Met is scheduled for?
He wouldn't "get" it. Some days he can be pretty thick. Bv)=
Sigh!
Thick can be good sometimes ...
Title: Double Thick Grilled Pork Chop w/Ginger Plum Bbq Sauce
Categories: Pork, Bbq, Fruits, Oriental, Chilies
Yield: 4 Servings
That does look like a place where thick would be really good.
The BBQ sauce is especially good. And enough different from KC/Texas
or Carolinas sauces to be in a category of its own.
I really like the fruit-forward BBQ sauces. But I'm reduced to making
my own as I've never seen them offered for sale around here..
Ruth Haffly wrote to Dave Drum <=-
Shouldn't, but the old "guys rule" mentality is hard to break.
It's both a fact and a mystery. Women are just as smart or smarter can
be as strong and do handle pain better, But men don't get their bodies
all stretched out of shape growing babies internally and they have
taken a lot of advantage from that.
But some guys will never "get it".
I don't know about that first hand. Never raised a child of my own.
Did raise a girl. Must have done an OK job as I got invited to her
wedding and her birtg father was told, rather pointedly, to stay away.
You don't have to have been the biological parent to be a good/great parent.
Root beer making--takes me back years. My folks did it from time to
time; I think the last time they did it was in 1967. Got harder to find the caps and root beer extract in their small town and they didn't do a
The Boy Sprout root beer is bottled in old wine bottles and corked,
noy capped. And it has to be refrigerated lest it "blow its cork".
We kept itt in the unheaed or cooled cellar, only bringing up bottles
to be used with a meal. I can recall a few blow outs, but not many. I think part of it was that my folks usually made root beer in the
winter.
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The BBQ sauce is especially good. And enough different from KC/Texas
or Carolinas sauces to be in a category of its own.
I really like the fruit-forward BBQ sauces. But I'm reduced to making
my own as I've never seen them offered for sale around here..
So make what you like and leave the other sauces to the folks that like them. For the most part, I don't do any sauce on my meat but eastern NC style pulled pork usually gets a bit more of the vinegar "mop" added to
my serving.
Shouldn't, but the old "guys rule" mentality is hard to break.
It's both a fact and a mystery. Women are just as smart or smarter can
be as strong and do handle pain better, But men don't get their bodies
all stretched out of shape growing babies internally and they have
taken a lot of advantage from that.
But some guys will never "get it".
Ya think???
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I don't know about that first hand. Never raised a child of my own.
Did raise a girl. Must have done an OK job as I got invited to her
wedding and her birtg father was told, rather pointedly, to stay away.
You don't have to have been the biological parent to be a good/great parent.
Guess not. It's pretty much a matter of not being selfish and sharing
your life with the child.
The Boy Sprout root beer is bottled in old wine bottles and corked,
noy capped. And it has to be refrigerated lest it "blow its cork".
We kept it in the unheaed or cooled cellar, only bringing up bottles
to be used with a meal. I can recall a few blow outs, but not many. I think part of it was that my folks usually made root beer in the
winter.
Did your folks use caps or corks? When I messed about with brewing my
own beer I used a capping tool and never had a problem. Some of my friends/acquaintances who used their own method of capping had the occasional "blow its cork" episode. Especially during the dog days of summer.
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So make what you like and leave the other sauces to the folks that like them. For the most part, I don't do any sauce on my meat but eastern NC style pulled pork usually gets a bit more of the vinegar "mop" added to
my serving.
I don't generally care for my meat swimming in sauce. And if I'm doing
BBQ at home on my grill I usually wind up with the "mop" sauce
caramelised on the meat. Which is sort of my defense against "too
sweet" BBQ sauces.
This is very close to Popeye's "Blazin' Heifer" sauce. Benson "Popeye" Jones was Springfield's best, most popular BBQ joint owner/pitmaster.
The Blazon Heifer was a dipping sauce rather than a mop.
Title: Red's Backwoods Bbq Sauce
Categories: Sauces, Bbq, Chilies, Herbs
Yield: 5 Quarts
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