Double boilers are the best. Even though I've only ever used a glass bowl on a pan.

Back to me: And a lot of the laundry is in service of the houseguests I'm really excited about over the 4th of July, but ALSO preemptively exhausted about that! There's a lot to do to have an actually usable guest room, but it will be worth doing, and I have next weekend.

I am so sorry, Jesse

I'm sorry, Jesse. It made it so much better that my mom actually enjoyed her last year, in a safe place, and being well taken care of by people who liked her, rather than a tired and frustrated family. That your dad is strong and healthy and enjoying where he is is a good thing.

Happy Midsummer, people!

I'm so sorry, Jesse.

There's no evaporated milk in the one true chess pie recipe, which is, of course, my grandmother's.

I have a double boiler, but i usually end up using a pan or a bowl because 1) it's small and 2) I usually grab the first thing that might work. I also often life dangerously and cook without a net.

Jesse, all my sympathies.

Here's a cool one: how do you pronounce forecastle?

More intuitively than Ffeatherstonehaugh.

I love double boilers. I don't need mine as much now that I have a microwave, but they're one of my kitchen outfitting staples.

Then I discovered that I was just carrying the milk; I had left the steak at the checkout counter.

I'm sorry I'm laughing. It's just so FML, but not world-ending.

The other day I requested an Uber car from a restaurant after eating and paying etc, and it showed up literally immediately. I was so startled I left my doggie bag--more than half the serving of delicious pork pad thai. He'd just left someone at that same corner, saw my call, and grabbed it. Clearly not good with prompt automotive service--it's not the same as dawdling getting on your shoes and jacket after calling a cab.

Oh, and that was a nice and succinct explanation of a solenoid, t-rot. I'm not sure if I'll remember, but I certainly understand.

So I decided to walk to a grocery store about four blocks away to buy a steak even though radar showed we were about to be hit by a line of thunderstorms.

Aw, man. I've had that happen a couple of times, sometimes it's me and sometimes it's the clerk, but it's ALWAYS the one thing I went to the store to get.

The clerk failed to put my bacon in my bag today, but I saw it and grabbed it before I left so I could make this: [link]

Sorry about the torrential rain. When I got up, I saw that it was going to storm later and timed my errands accordingly, although it said the storm was going to hit a 7pm and it ended up being more like 5:30. I avoided it today, but I got soaked a couple of times earlier this week.

I have watched 3 movies this weekend. Long time since I've done that.

Now I need to get to bed or I will be late for choir in the morning.

More intuitively than Ffeatherstonehaugh.

...OK, how do you pronounce that?

I went to my parents' house and scanned about 300 pictures, but we quit when my dad found a whole other box full of loose pictures (we'd done a few, plus all the albums). More tomorrow. Give a good way to be in the parents' house, and vaguely interacting with them ("who the heck is this? It's labeled "Alice and Janice"?") without actually having to come up with conversation, which can get tricky.

Then we went to see the Xmen movie (my sister and BIL and me). It was entertaining, but the plot was...difficult to believe. It did help that my BIL is at least a vague sort of comic nerd, or used to be, so he later was able to explain some of the stuff that I (who never read Xmen) did not get.

Then I discovered that I was just carrying the milk; I had left the steak at the checkout counter.

Oh man, I hate when that kind of thing happens! Dang!

Jesse, all the best to your dad. I hope he can be happy, even if not self-sufficient.

...OK, how do you pronounce that?

Fanshaw.

One of my things this summer will be going through my mom's endless boxes of pictures with her. Otherwise it's never going to get done, for one, and there are also photos in there I'd love to see again.

Fanshaw.

Seriously?!