I’ve been fooling around with my computer again. Now everything is in a different place, my usual Google web page is missing, replaced by Yahoo, I have three, that’s right, three different virus protection products fighting each other to see which one can control the computer, and in case you haven’t read this before, I HATE THIS COMPUTER!!!! And for some reason, I seem to have changed my background for my post. I think. Not really sure yet, but I guess I’ll find out when I hit “publish”. I should have taken that Mickey Mouse computer course I signed up for in college, instead of reading thru the textbook and dropping the class because I already knew how to turn on the computer. After taking the first course I could have taken the second one and maybe have learned a few things I didn’t already know how to do.
I’ve found dozens of delicious looking recipes today, but ran out of printer ink, so can’t print them out. Truth is, I would have to live another two hundred years to make them all, but collecting recipes is one of my hobbies. Then I take the ones I am really interested in and tweak them a bit and come up with something, uh, interesting? Most of the time it works, but when I don’t like it myself I can always stick it on a neighbor’s door and then it will be their problem. I guess that makes me a wuss of some kind, but there’s always the chance they will enjoy it. A lot of them have told me I’m a pretty good cook. And I guess most recipes are born thru experimentation. If I keep telling myself that some day I might believe it. Some, like the ketchup, I make over and over, because it’s part of who I am, and it’s a family heritage.
I’ve tried a lot of family recipes, since I have also mentioned that I’m from a family of great cooks. In 2000 we had a Blandford family reunion, and my daughter decided to put together a family cookbook. She contacted a member of each family and asked them to spread the word among their immediate family to send her their favorite recipes.
This is my daughter, Gina, taken a couple of years go. When she was putting the recipe book together, she was also getting to know her twins, Anika and Laurie, who had just been brought home from Romania, and in the middle of moving from Richmond, VA to Frankfort, KY. She is the ultimate Super Mom. She not only got the book finished in time for the reunion, she had taken orders from family members and had the book printed and bound, and gave them out at her cost per book at the reunion. And a lot of people who hadn’t ordered one saw the book and decided they would like to have one after all, so she took names and addresses, got more printed and sent them out when she got back to Frankfort. It’s just too bad she decided to become vegetarian in college. Can you believe she even gave up burgoo??? How can any respectable person from Daviess County give up burgoo? 
We are the barbecue capital of the world. And we have the International Barbecue Festival every year to prove it. And burgoo is ALWAYS featured there, although only two places make the really good kind. Out of respect to all of the burgoo makers in the area, I won’t mention the Mount or St. Martins.
Don and Norita came to visit today, and I mentioned that I was thinking about piercing my nose and hanging a bucket under it. Don thought it would be funny, but Norita said “please don’t”. Guess I won’t, because it actually sounds painful, but it would kinda be trend setting. Just think how many people I could influence with my new fashion style. I could get little buckets in several colors to match all my shirts.
Gonna call Mike later to see if he can score some pears for me. Don said the old pear tree on the farm is still producing and I’m hankering for some pear honey and pear vinegar. Need a bucket of apples too, but no apple trees out there. And I don’t think I would trust Mikey to bring me persimmons. His idea of fun would be to bring half-ripe ones that have the pucker power of a millions lemons at once. And he would probably smuggle in a ‘possum or a raccoon to go with them. Love the kid, but I don’t think he’ll ever really grow up when it comes to the practical jokes. And every time he can get one over on mom…..
Well, let’s see what I’ve done with this page, and if I have to do anything to try to fix it. Or maybe I should just stop trying to fix things. Tried to fix my power chair by hammering a screwdriver into a spot on it. Managed to smash my thumb. Ms Fixit I’m not. Most of the time. I do know how to change a lightbulb if I can reach it though.
A.
Angie's Place 
I do the same thing with recipes. I see something I like and hit print and before I know it end up with a huge pile of random recipes, most of which I will never make even though I wish I had time for all of them.
I have notebooks filled with them, all put in randomly instead of filed in categories. And I’ll never get to all of them either, although sometimes I’ll take several and take a few ingredients from each and see what comes out. Mostly they are just cluttering up the room. 😦