I think when my mom makes Concord grape pie, it's fairly simple, barely if any sugar, and maybe flour to thicken, pie crust of choice. The hard part is skinning and sieving out the seeds.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, ugh, Dana. Not enough money, short term, nothing else on offer (YET) is a terrible combination.
how close are you to retirement? If I were going to retire within 5 years, I might have put all my holdings in cash long before now. Given my time horizon, I should be fine leaving everything where it is and waiting for the markets to come back in 2-3 years.
12 years, if all goes as planned. (bwahahaha) Last time a crash loomed, I did just that: left it alone, bought some stuff when it got cheap, and waited. My fear this time is a nebulous fear that it won't come back, or that I'll be wiped out so far I won't be able to recover.
Sheesh, I sound like I actually have a lot of money to worry about! Maybe I should just relax.
Timing the market is a fool's game.
At our big silent auction we have a dessert auction. I won a "Fruit of the Forest" pie. Had no clue what it was until we broke into it today. It is a combo of rhubarb, apple, and strawberry. At least that is what I've identified so far. It is also NOM!!!
Timing the market is a fool's game.
That is true.
yep, Ginger's right.
Zenkitty, not to add to your worries, but in the short term we will have bigger things to worry about than the stock market if this shit doesn't get handled.
Bah, all the CI fruit pie recipes other than apples (which I guess bring their own pectin) use highly starchy thickeners. I can stick with apple/pear.
However I'm looking at the one I made for the office and wondering what they've done to deserve it recently.
Timing the market is a fool's game.
And my job description!
I am thinking I should find out where John Boehner lives - I'm guessing it's some gated community in the deep suburbs - and go stand in front of his house with torches and pitchforks. You're with me, right, Teppy?
I feel like it's Butler County somewhere. Maybe West Chester? Possibly we could run him down at IKEA.