Beth, that sounds like a fabulous dinner. I am getting better with cooking, but I still avoid cooking with meat. I love eating meat, I don't mind cooking with ground meat, but I hate having to actually handle raw meat.
Kaylee ,'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
sj - gloves, the disposable ones. but, honestly, the store cut the meat, so touching was very little. and while I would call me a hands on cook - ground meat usually requires more handleing.
One of the interesting things is that my neighborhood considers Matt the cook in the family. That is because Matt can orcestrate big dinners for 40 plus people. Only a few people know that we have two cooks in the family.
Oh dear. It's just started raining here, and it looks like it's not stopping anytime soon. Wallybee is out in it, she doesn't have a car and her work takes her all over the city, often on bicycle. And there's not really anything I can do to help but be sympathetic.
Meanwhile, had lunch with one of my brothers, and another brother's ex-girlfriend. Certainly made for some interesting conversation.
sj - gloves, the disposable ones. but, honestly, the store cut the meat, so touching was very little. and while I would call me a hands on cook - ground meat usually requires more handleing.
You're right, I need to invest in some gloves. Although, once we are living together, I think I will make Dave cook chicken once a week. He is a pretty good cook too. For me ground meat requires very little handling, because it is usually headed right into a tomato sauce, so it goes into the pan from the container. No touching required.
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Beth just got cuter.
(hug Matt for me)
So, how are y'all?
So, how are y'all?
Particularly splendid, Trudes me ol' china. Except I have a soggy sweetheart, and I'm powerless to do anything about it!
t tacklehugs billytea
She sounds darling. You should send me a long e-mail telling me every little thing.
She sounds darling. You should send me a long e-mail telling me every little thing.
Good point! I'll get right on that. How are you, meanwhile?
I'm pretty good myself, actually. Work is going well. And stuff.
Oh! It's the end, isn't it?
Hi, there. Um. I skimmed, some. I skipped an awful lot, too.
But I know that Jen's finished (at least for now) with her treatments, and that Cash's doctor is a presumptuous asshat with the bedside manner of a stainless steel spork, and that vw is getting better and that the Mom of Bug had good news today, and that, um, other stuff happened.
I cut all my hair off. Again. It was chin length and I was tired of dealing, so I just went in Friday before last and said inch and a half. All over. She didn't quite believe me, so I'm going in again this Friday, now that you can see the shape it needs to be. More shorter!
I had a faaabulous time at Weymouth last week, enjoyed being semi-isolated and got some writing done, and dashed home in time to make my mammo appointment. Got the news back, all clear, and word on the blood work I had done before I left: the cholesterol and the lipids and the bad DL (never can remember if the good is high or low)--down 60ish points, from 245 to 180, and the other readings down as well. Blood sugar is stubbornly stuck at pre-diabetic though, so I have to lumber into action to try and get that down, since I really can't do any more by diet alone.
So that's me. And I'm sorry that it's raining so steadily and so much in NorCal. Yeah, that Global Warming stuff is clearly a mythology perpetrated by the environmentalist cults.