I plugged in
slumgullion,
that bane of my childhood, the "dish" that my mother made with ground beef, stewed tomatoes, and macaroni (I shudder just typing it), and discovered that it dates back by name to the Civil War. A) I'm impressed that it's there and the information, but B) I'm more highly impressed that 4 other people have looked that word up. I wonder how many of them were forced to eat that stuff as kids.
(I shouldn't bitch, it's what you eat when there's not much in the cabinet, and Mother grew up poor and she probably learned it from her mother, but still. I'm sorry, Mother, but your cooking was not the stuff dreams of home cooking are made of. At least not to this veggie-hating, picky, supertaster kid.)
I had my wisdom teeth out and now Bob is making me soup from scratch. It is cute.
Dr Who fan has flashing blue light on Tardis coffin at his funeral
Friends of Doctor Who fanatic Seb Neale gave him a fitting send-off at his funeral yesterday – in a Tardis coffin complete with flashing blue light.
Seb, 26, who bore an amazing resemblance to Dr Who actor David Tennant, died from head injuries after a fall at a friend’s barbecue.
His parents knew he would not want sombre music or a religious ceremony, so they arranged a funeral that celebrated his love of the show.
So the 200 mourners who arrived at the crematorium yesterday were handed a service card with a picture of Seb dressed as Tennant and holding the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver
Emblazoned across the glossy card were the words: “I’m a Time Lord – I’m not a human being. I walk in eternity.”
And instead of readings from the scriptures, the service used excerpts from Dr Who scripts.
One read: “One day I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties.
“Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine. Goodbye.” As Seb’s Tardis coffin made its exit, the blue light on top started flashing and the famous electronic theme music from the TV series blared out.
According to my boss's boss, Obama is having a town hall in Green Bay. His wife is going to try and get tickets (even though our office is in the NW Chicago 'burbs, this guy lives in the Wisconsin Dells area--he drives down on Monday mornings and stays at his inlaws until Wednesday night, when he drives the three hours home).
The chipmunk, named Chip, is gone! Scooted him out the front door easy peasy when I got home.
Wonder how much poop and pee I'll find in the closet...
First day back at work from moving, and found out that the interim ED is pissed not only that I took two days prior to the BIG FUNDRAISER to start moving --sorry honey, I'm not fancy and rich and can afford movers and instead have to spend precious vacation days to handle it myself-- but that I extended my my "vacation" by two days with approval from my immediate boss, the Director, which he gave.
Later this week: performance appraisal. Awesome. Great timing.
I didn't know slumgullion had a name, much less such a cool one! My mother made it too, and despite being a veggie-hating picky supertaster myself, I loved it. She made it with home-grown 'maters and home-raised (read: organic, grass-fed) beef, and it was delish. I do love a good tomato. My mom wasn't big on the veggies, herself; I don't remember a single time in my life when she "made me eat my veggies". I think she was just glad I was eating at all.
Now I want slumgullion. I might even learn to cook to make myself some of that.
We had slumgullion, which I think my mom called goulash, despite it having NO spices whatsoever. She also made another depression horror--a casserole with sausage, cornflakes and creamed corn.
