How do those work? Do you rehydrate the food later?
Nope. It's for making things like dried fruit, or sundried tomatoes (except, not sundried, but dehydrator-dried), or other stuff like that that you eat dry. I also keep seeing recipes for kale chips -- tear up kale, add some olive oil and flavorings, put in dehydrator, and you end up with crispy kale chips. (Or you can be like this woman and make cookies, but you have to make almond milk first, and I really don't have the time or motivation to make homemade almond milk. The packaged kind of almond milk is fine with me. [link] )
Thanks sj!! I'm totally scouring yard sales and thrift stores and JoAnn's for fabric remnants to do more with shoeboxes and the like.
I've read that it's more effective for someone who is infected with H1N1 to wear a mask to avoid spreading it than for an uninfected person to wear a mask to avoid it.
(The dehydrator you see in the pictures in my link is one of the fancy expensive ones. I bid on one of the cheap plastic ones.)
Shiny - when might you move here?
Um, early-mid Septemberish. Nothing's finalised yet. I'll be working nearish to Hackney, I think, but we still have no idea where to look for flats or anything.
I catch everything going, so I don't fancy my chances with oink flu. Hope you feel better soon though!
The flight has boarded on time and my next stop is LAX. I'm tucked away in seat 4B right now.
In the ongoing saga of my mother and her craziness about my (now late) father.
She organized a memorial Mass held today for my father.
The atheist. Who hated organized religion.
And truthfully, I can't tell you the last time my mother stepped in a church herself.
Of course, she didn't said a word to me about it. My sister
called me to tell me about it on her way to the church. First time she's stepped in a Catholic church in YEARS. She was relieved the walls didn't collapse around her.
Apparently the ex-mistress/wife (the one he left my mother for thirty years ago) showed up with their daughter. Both in tight black pants, white shirts, and black bras. My mother, predictably absolutely LOST her mind and told the ex-mistress/wife to get her cheap, trashy ass the fuck out.
In church.
Just needed cheetos and Aqua Net to make it all complete.
And now she comes tomorrow to visit for a week.
God help me.
Clearly, she is not from New Jersey, as she did not flip a table.
Ha! Barb, your momma should so totally star in a "Real Widows of Florida" series on Lifetime.
Ha! Barb, your momma should so totally star in a "Real Widows of Florida" series on Lifetime.
Oh heavens no. Because that would be tacky.
Now, please to pass the crowbar and KY jelly so I can pry my tongue from my cheek.
