Yes. I'm now at the library most of the time (or on the grass outside the library, if the weather is nice).
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Matt, is it a new jar of sauce, or has it been hanging out in your fridge?
The latter, though I had sealed it really tight. Everything tasted okay and no aftereffects today, so whatever the case the mystery blob was harmless.
Yay for harmless mystery blob!
I'm trying to purge a bunch of stuff from my house and closets, without as much success as I would like. I tried taking several formal type dresses to a couple of consignment shops, no luck. My sister bought a bunch for her son's wedding, and never returns anything. Dresses with tags still on them! Most of my piles of clothes that are too big are headed for the women's shelter, but these are inappropriate. Next call is to the community theater. They were pleased decades ago when I gave them Stephen's tuxedos. So maybe?
eta: Found that the Women in Distress thrift store in Fort Lauderdale like fancy stuff donations, as well as any of my other clothes or household stuff. So it is likely that they are headed there. American Cancer Society picks up, but it isn't a big deal for me to cart stuff down to the thrift center.
Hi, Shir. Nice to see you here. I didn't mean to sound the alarm, it just seemed overly long since we'd seen your bright and shining font.
I am trying to survive a bad roommate situation (how bad? I'm not stressed about my thesis)
Oh. That is bad. Best of luck riding out Hurricane Roommate and, of course, on your thesis.
Thanks for checking, Laura.
The latter, though I had sealed it really tight. Everything tasted okay and no aftereffects today, so whatever the case the mystery blob was harmless.
I'm glad it turned out fine, Matt. Once you break a seal on a jar or package, bacteria gets in, so I don't think closing it tight again does much. Boiling the heck out of it does, though.
My oldest son (who lives alone) thought he could just keep a jar of sauce in the fridge until he finished it, no matter how long that was, until he called about an unidentified glob on top, that I'm pretty sure was mold. He now freezes what is left from the jar in baggies. He is the picture of frugality, for which neither my husband nor I can take the credit.
He now freezes what is left from the jar in baggies.
Hi, I'm 50 now, and I literally NEVER thought of doing this until now. (Although usually I use up pasta sauce when I make lasagna or shepherd's pie. Not always, though. There are times when it turns into a horrific science experiment.)
I have stored homemade spaghetti sauce in the freezer but somehow never occurred to me I could do that with jarred sauce. Huh.
I am hanging out in a tiny airport for hours and hours before a 5 hour flight. All my relatives had 4pm flights and so we got here at 2pm….my flight is not until 7pm and I need to check a bag but since there’s only one flight by this airline, the desk isn’t open for two more hours! So I am chilling outside security and trying to not spend all my money on kindle books.
Shir glad to hear you’re ok even if that sounds like an awful roommate—I hope the new one is moving in at the beginning of December not the end!
Timelies all!
Mr. S woke up at 5:30 this morning, after waking up at 5 yesterday morning. It’s not just that he’s awake, but that he’s active and noisy. Sleep is overrated, right?
You can freeze so much. A cookie sheet is super helpful with either parchment paper or something to stop stickage. I also use silicone molds that I bought to make small creme brûlées for sauces like pesto. Then you can tumble the frozen chunks in a Ziplock bag and use them as needed. If only I remembered to use them more.
I know of an elderly male patient whose inappropriateness went beyond speech (to his own actions um upon himself, in the presence of his caregivers). It's a terrible condition that robs people of their dignity.
It's really common in hospice as well. One of the last ways to self comfort.
Normally I get the mold garden before I finish a given jar of pasta sauce, but this time around everything smelled normal and the one small translucent blob was the only thing that looked suspicious. It's the first time I recall rinsing out to get a clean jar rather than throwing the whole thing away in horror!
Timelies all!
I am posting from my new computer.
Quiet here on the board today.