And It’s Getting Even Colder


But before we get to that, the good news.  Next week I start therapy on my shoulder!  I’m doing a happy dance in my brain, since my legs still don’t work all that well, and yes, I know it will hurt, but that will be a good kind of hurt.  I’ll be back in the kitchen, cooking again in two months.  My personal resolution.  Maybe a bit premature, but I’ll do it!!!!

family-268 These are my two great grandsons, Eli and Camden.  And they are standing out in the snow, the only photo I have in my library that has snow in it.  We have some snow in the forecast, but I received an email from my Citizens Emergency Relief Team (CERT) trainer today that we are going to have a horrible, humongous cold wave starting next week, with the temps dipping below zero.  So if you are in the Owensboro, KY area, be prepared.  Dress in layers, have emergency equipment on hand, both at home and in your car if you have to get out.  If you don’t have to get out, Please STAY AT HOME, and bundle up.  Have an ample supply of finger foods on hand in case of power outage, don’t turn your heat up too high so you can conserve electricity, dress in layers, and please take care of your pets.  They get cold too.  There is no word about ice or snow, just the extreme cold, and I know a lot of you live in colder areas, but darn it, this is supposed to be the South.  Upper south, but still….

Now for the personal train wrecks.  Believe me, as long as I’m breathing, there will be train wrecks.  I got this really nice cushion for my power chair, since my bum is getting a bit sore from sitting all the time, and today managed to spill my Dr. Pepper on it.  And on my phone, which was on the cushion next to the Dr. Pepper.  A new twist on sticky keys I think.  So, to keep from getting the seat of my jeans wet (I hope) I have a thick towel covering the cushion.  Also, a large wet spot on the leg of my jeans.  If there’s a way to destroy it, I’ll find it.

I’ve managed to drag a second quilt off my bed by getting it caught in my chair.  This takes a special talent.  And yesterday I pulled a panel off the door of the elevator.  Well, I never claimed to be a good driver.  And besides, the door shouldn’t have tried to close on me so fast.  It got me to my floor though, and for the first time in months it didn’t make that horrible sound when the door opened.  Guess I showed it who’s boss, huh?

family-521 Astroid kissing Noah Amy Just decided to show a few of my favorite photos before I sign off.  On the left are Laurie, Anika, Andrew and Ethan, In the middle is Noah with his Grand Champion steer Asteroid, and on the right is my beautiful niece Amy, wearing a necklace I made for her.  We raise beautiful kids in my family.

A.

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Happy (?) New Year


Here’s hoping this year will be so much better than last one.  At least the last month of last one.  I really want to get back in my kitchen and cook something.  I know I can’t smell anything, but still I can remember the smells of the things I usually cook, and really miss that pot of beans and the Mexican cornbread that always go with it.  Mmmm, what more can a person ask for than beans and cornbread on a cold, winter day?

I have a new award, sorta.  Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here it is. doncharisma-org-not-on-freshly-pressed-award-4-300x300 doncharisma-org-not-on-freshly-pressed-award-3-300x300I haven’t decided which one to put in my gallery yet, but I think it will be the one with the picture of the presenter, Don Charisma.  Of course, the other one shows up better, but I’ll decide before my next post.  Don is really a great guy, currently living in Thailand, who is now doing great things with stitching photos together to make up really large, breathtaking scenery.  He’s funny, intelligent, and altogether a great guy who created my angel logo for me.  My knight in mostly shining armor.  You really should check out his blog, http://doncharisma.org.  At least I think that’s it.  If not, so sorry Don.  Sinus headache, remember?

Since I can’t go shopping at this time, I have started online shopping at Amazon.  I think I went a bit overboard on a few things there, but since you don’t actually see the product, just a description, you don’t know until it arrives. 004 Just a few days ago I got a call from the office telling me I had a large package downstairs.  Large?  It was about the size of a coffin.  It is still taking up half my living room.  As you can see, I ordered paper towels, also 007 well, that’s more like a photo of the box with the towels at the top.  So, here’s another one.005 A dozen packages of paper plates, and a huge bag of paper bowls.  Since I can’t wash dishes at the moment, I use a lot of paper products.  And last, 006 a dozen boxes of Kleenex, although I only pulled one out because I only needed one opened at the time.  Fortunately there was no shipping fee, since the order was more than $50.  The trash bags and Windex are still to come, and naturally they are the items I needed the most.  Except for the Kleenex, since I somehow caught a head cold without ever leaving the building.  How?  Your guess is as good as mine.  I think if there is half of an allergen floating around the hemisphere it makes it to my nose and takes up residence there.

I’ve pretty much slept thru the past few days.  It’s just too comfortable under the covers to move lately, and I have a lot of lost sleep to make up.  Throw a couple of pain pills a day into the mix, and I’m snoring like, well, a lumberjack?  Or maybe more like Max did.  For such a tiny dog he could beat my dad when it came to snoring.

Well, back to the sinus meds.  Doctor appointment on Friday for results of CAT scan.  To tell the truth, I’m not sure I really want to know.

A.

More Train Wrecks


Or maybe I should say more headaches.  I’ve been trying to add a drawing Anika made for me of Max, my Pekingese dog.  Cowgirl Anika Anika is extremely talented in so many ways, and can draw everything except cats.  She loves cats more than any other animal, but for some reason, can’t seem to draw them yet, so when she was here helping me decorate the pine cones I asked her if she would draw me a picture of Max.  She drew it, sent it to me, and I have been trying to get it on the blog since I received it.

First I scanned it in to my photos, but it didn’t show up when I was downloading some photos to my blog library.  Then I took a photo of the drawing, and have just spent an hour trying to put that in the library, but when it downloads I get a message that says “crunching”, and my only guess is that by crunching it really means munching, because it sure doesn’t show up in the photo library.  So, I’m going to make one more effort here.  Hold on to your hats and garters, because if this doesn’t work out there could be a huge explosion.  BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM.  It still didn’t work.  What does it mean when it crunches your photo?  I’ve downloaded a lot of photos to this site and they have always been okay.  This is the first time they have ever been crunched.  I wonder if they have seen my trash cans and realize how full they are and how much they need to be emptied and the contents crunched?  Yeeks!  I hope not.  That would mean it could also see the items I have dropped and been unable to pick up.

Well, the title warned you this is about more train wrecks.

Like, I’m having to go on scavenger hunts again, since Irene came in last weekend.  All of the things I use were stored within reach on my right side so I could just pick them up easily when needed.  Some of them were moved to the left, meaning heaps of pain if I have to get them.  Some were placed under heavy objects I can’t lift without chance of dropping on my foot.  Just the thought of that makes me wince.  There are a few things I haven’t found yet, but have made it without them so far.  Others are in places I can see but have no way of getting to, because they are just out of reach.

I went online and ordered a lot of stuff I’m running out of, and the deliveries should start on Monday.  And I also signed up for the produce deliveries from Cecil Farms again, starting in May.  This time I signed up for every other week though.  Getting the weekly deliveries last summer was nice, but there was no breathing space in between.  I think this year I’ll need the time to breathe a week between the deliveries.  I also signed up for fresh eggs during the summer, because I’m never sure when the egg lady will show up here, and I sure love those farm fresh eggs.  Plus, I’ll hopefully be getting some fresh pork this year as well.  That will be from a different source, but will be so much better than the pork bought at the grocery.  And at some point before summer I plan on buying a pressure canner, so I can put some of that pork in jars and can it for later.  That was something my mom always did, and it was sooooo good and so tender you just wouldn’t believe it.  I did it on the farm, and it is great to be able to grab a jar of canned pork loin in an emergency situation and just sit back and enjoy it.  Heat if you want, but it really isn’t necessary.  Just open and enjoy.

Now I’m making myself hungry for some fresh collards and bacon or pork loin.  Fresh anything right now would be good.  I wanna get back to the kitchen.  That means I had better get back in there now and heat up a bowl of burgoo.BBQ capitol of the world

A.

Busy, Busy Day


100_2388 Got my weekly delivery of produce today.  Gave it the usual swim in hydrogen peroxide/water bath.  Froze most of corn, but cooked some for lunch.  Got busy helping Dan-o solve a murder on Hawaii 5-O and forgot about corn cooking.  Managed to save it before it burned, but wasn’t as good as would have been if not over cooked.  Other veggies drying out on kitchen towels.

Probably dry by now, but had to help Marshal Dillon fight off some indians that stopped a train.  We saved a lot of people today.  Got train back on track in an hour.  Took five minutes to cut soap bars up.  Can’t cut straight.  Guess they have to be melted down and put back in different mold.

Urges Didn’t watch the Hoarders, but by that time had to help the Cartwrights save their cousin.  Got caught up with group of outlaws wanting to rob a bank, or something.  Not really sure any more.  Trying to decide between eggplant parm or zucchini fries for tonight.  Or maybe just pasta.  Hummm.  Gotta think about that.  Have green beans and potatoes I could fix too.  Throw an onion and garlic in the pot.  Maybe some ham.  Ohhh, have to soak the melon stains out of shirt tonight.  Guess I’ll be “cooking” some more clothes.

Did something during Big Valley.  Don’t know why that one isn’t so interesting.  Just don’t care for Barbara Stanwick that much.  Did help them save the cattle from drought though.  Don’t care much for cattle, but hate to see animals suffer.  Poor little cows.

Used to have to chase stupid cattle on farm.  They always knew when corn was ready to pick.  Got out and tried to eat it all before we got up.  Had to chase them out of garden.  Drove car down to garden one year to put corn in trunk.  Tried to turn around so trunk was close to garden, but never was good at backing up.  Rear passenger side went off the side of garden.  About 5 feet to road.  Little bit scary, but after heart started beating again managed to open door and slide out to ground.  Neighbor came down road.  Stopped to see if I was still alive.  Think he was the one who got tractor to pull car back up to solid ground.

Almost blew car up once too.  Wouldn’t start.  Hubby said spray carburetor with ether.  Didn’t know what carburetor looked like, so sprayed everything under hood with ether.  Started car, and BOOM.  Big fire under hood.  Had to wait for heart to start beating to get out of car.  Found bucket of water.  Threw it on fire and put it out.  Then got back in car and went shopping.  Never had any more trouble starting car.  Guess it didn’t like ether much.  Never did learn what carburetor looks like.  No car now, so guess I’ll never know.

dream car My dream car.  If ever get another one want it to be like this.  Doubt even I could hurt this one.  Fred Flintstone, here I come.

Burgoo overflowing the pot My fellow blogger and friend, Jess, asked me yesterday what burgoo is, so thought I would post this picture again.  It’s not my kitchen.  My sis, Elaine, made it.  Ten gallons of it.  Some of the best food God ever let us create.  I have some in my freezer, but not enough to last all year, so will have someone in the family get me at least four more gallons at the Mount picnic.   Have swallowing problems.  Guess I mentioned that before.  But burgoo goes down without any problem.  Better than soup, better than stew.  Everything ground up and cooked for hours and hours, but so worth every bit of the effort.

If you want some great recipes you should check out Jess’ blog — Therapy Bread.WordPress.org.  I know she’s trying to make me gain a ton, but oh my.  Last night it was strawberry cream cheese bread.  Sure am gonna make that.  Has some really great ingredients in it.

A.

 

Ah’m Tar’d


Urges Don’t know why so tired.  Can’t remember doing all that much.  Too hot to go to grocery today.

Did finish the summer sausage.  Cooking it that is.  Almost forgot about it.  Really good though.  Eating slice now.  Best I’ve made so far.  Might make more later.  Depends on mood.

Found out Fire Marshall will be visiting next week.  Oops.  Haven’t set off alarm for over a month, but guess too many times now.  Place is cluttered now, so will get large storage crates and have Mike take out to farm.  Should be safe in barn for week or two.  Good chance to put shelves back in order.

Ethan 16Ethan, couple y ears ago.  Now living in dorm at University of Kentucky.  GO CATS!!!  different perspective Oh, wrong kind of cat.  Cute though.  Gina as freshmanGina, oops, Regina, Ethan’s mom.  She went to UK also.  Ain’t she sweet, see her walkin’ down the street.  Sorry, she makes me want to sing.  Great mom.  Two Master’s degrees.  Hubby has Ph.D.  When they graduated together, she said she would call him doctor as long as he called her Master.  That’s my girl.empty nest Even with three still at home, prob’ly feelin’ empty nest syndrome.  Or maybe some relief that someone else has to feed Ethan now.  Bottomless pit appetite there.  Same with other two boys. Anika eats like a bird.

Think I remember putting soap in refrigerator.  Don’t ask.  Be right back.  Should take it out now.  BAck now.  Twelve perfect lookin’ bars.  Bars of soap, that is.  Prob’ly twelve perfect liquor bars somewhere in town too.  Wouldn’t know.  Don’t hang out there.  Least not any more.

Getting another box of produce tomorrow.  Not sure what I’m hoping for.  Have million recipes want to try, but can’t make them all at once.  Maybe make mini casseroles ‘n freeze ’em.  Have to grate a lot of cheese tonight or tomorrow.  And make more breadcrumbs.  Running out.  Did make two cups butter.  Used to make that growing up, but now don’t get the cream like we had then.  This time bought cream and forgot why, so ended up putting in freezer bag and rolling between hands til it turned to cream and buttermilk.  Shucky dern.  Was going to make buttermilk biscuits.  Forgot all about them.  Make them tonight and have with real butter and fruit syrup or apple butter.  Home made, of course.

versatile-blogger-awardSee this?  My thanks to Jess, at Therapy Bread for nominating my blog for this award.  Pretty, isn’t it.  Just nominated, not won — yet. Would be nice to win.  But really surprised to be nominated.  Think she puts ten pounds on me every day when I read her blog.  Then print out her recipes.  Especially the cherry chocolate ice cream.  Sooooo goooood.  THAT’S why I bought so much cream.  Just kinda overbought.  Gee, thanks Jess.  Did get some good butter out of excess cream though.

barbeque grill Not long til Mount St. Joseph picnic.  Think they have better barbecue pits than this, but don’t care that much for BBQ.  Just want the burgoo.  Will keep mom company while rest of family go to picnic.  Sent them some ruffled scarves for picnic.  My Alma Mater.  Burgoo there matches St. Martin’s.  Same family recipe.  Can’t wait to see family who can get here.  Larry can’t come.  Has to have surgery on eye.  Needs prayers.  But will find some member of family to pick up burgoo for me.  Want freezer filled with it this winter.  Some days all I can swallow.  One of bad things about MS, but fun when food flys out all over table.  Oops, now no one will let me eat with them.

A.

Train Wrecked Kitchen


What a day.  More food than I know what to do with, and just realized I haven’t eaten much of it.  Waffles this morning.  Watermelon off and on while working on it to turn it to syrup.  Got my weekly delivery from Cecil Farms.  What a haul.100_2361 Peppers, potatoes, tomatoes, okra, melons.  My counter top was full.

100_2362 Taking a bath in water and peroxide.  Tonight most will be put in dehydrator.  A couple of peppers will be stuffed for lunch tomorrow.  Okra will be seasoned and baked tonight.  Served with summer sausage, pickles and sliced tomato.  Or maybe grape tomatoes.  But they make such nice, sweet treats during the day.

100_2359100_2360 Watermelons now in crock pot turning into watermelon syrup.  Will be ready for waffles for breakfast.  Hoping to get enough white part of rind for pickles.  I’m loving watermelon pickles.  It’s a pain to trim the green and pink parts off, but the results are worth all the trouble.

100_2357 The blueberries I dropped as I was putting them in the fridge.  Think I got them all picked up.  Tile has large black spots on it, and tried to pick a lot of them up.  Well, they LOOKED  like the blueberries.  Past time to get my glasses changed.  At least I didn’t step on any of the berries.  And the floor had just been mopped.  A ray of sunshine peeking thru the cloud there.

Back to my syrup now.  It needed a bit of sugar, so I grabbed a bag out of the cabinet.100_2363 Oops!  Caught it just in time.  Don’t think flour would have improved the taste at all.  Reached back in the cabinet and grabbed the next bag I found. 100_2364 Right one this time.  Decided I had better pour it in the sugar container.  I didn’t take a picture of the spilled sugar, because it wouldn’t show up on the light background, but had to clean up at least a cup full.  Sure don’t want ants visiting.

100_2366 So, here we are.  It was time to package the burgoo for the freezer.  Sourdough starter is out for making waffles in the morning.  Have to make the sponge tonight.  Syrup is in the crock pot.  Veggies in blue bowl after their swim.  Dishes piled in sink.  And the day is only half over.

Tonight dishes are washed, burgoo is in freezer.  It survived the drop test.  Naturally, I dropped a couple of packages on my way to the freezer.  They didn’t break open, so I can rest easy (I hope) knowing they will stay closed (I hope) in freezer.  Still have to slice the peppers and stick in dehydrator and fix my okra, but since this is just now the middle of my day, that’s okay.

I even spent a couple of hours downstairs talking to friends.  That was mostly to avoid dealing with the dishes.  Guess I was hoping someone would come in and do them for me while I was out.  Once again, it didn’t happen.  Well, I can dream, can’t I?  That darn blue bowl is screaming my name, so I have to go and do something with those peppers.  Slice, slice, slice the peppers open.  Don’t recognize the tune?  Try, Tramp, tramp tramp the boys are marching.  Oh well, you’re probably too young to remember WWII.

A.

Well Shut The Barn Door


Not literally a barn door.  But some things just don’t get fixed until bad things happen. 100_2346 In case you can’t read that sign, it says “Caution, trip hazard”.  It’s by the back of my building.  I neglected to take photos of the original place when it was first put out there.  It’s first appearance was a band-aid for a spot where the swing was.100_2345 The area had been hazardous for months, but no one did anything about it.  We just all knew to proceed with caution.  Until about ten days ago.  One of my friends had been in the swing, and when she decided to come back inside she didn’t step high enough.  She is recovering from broken leg and fractured skull, but it is still touch and go.  Management decided then it was time to put a band-aid out.

After a notice from her lawyer, they decided it might be better to fix the problem before any more people were injured.  My friend is in her 90’s, and her very best friend is 102.  We really need new management here.  This lady is running the building into the ground.

I like it here though.  Even though sometimes the wait for an elevator gives me time to review my entire life, check the ceiling for spider webs, count the flowers in the wreaths hanging by the elevator, take a nap on the bench across from the elevator, talk to the neighbors about how long we’ve been waiting, go back to the apartment for a snack.  Well, you get the idea.  Then when it comes it will either be full already, or it will stop on every floor for someone else to get on.  Ever wonder how a sardine feels in that little can?  I know.  At least the sardine is already gone to its reward in sardine heaven.

And as for shutting doors, 100_2356 this is how I keep my refrigerator door shut.  I am developing a love affair with a roll of duct tape.  Actually, I’m on my second roll of duct tape.  I have some on the freezer door also.  They have a tendency to pop open if not taped shut.  I’ve considered dynamite, but that could possibly cause some boo-boos to my bod.  Already have bruises I can’t remember getting.  Sure don’t want to get blown out the window.

On the bright side, my latest batch of summer sausage looks pretty.  Didn’t take a pic though.  Ate a slice and it’s kinda salty, so I’ll just have to make another batch.  They say three’s the charm, so maybe that will be true with sausage.

Noticed today that cherries are on sale again this week.  Better price than last week.  Guess I’ll just have to get another couple of pounds.  Just no way I can pass up cherries, especially when they are on sale.  Lots of sales I can pass up, but not cherries.  They are just too precious to me.  Too seasonal.B0000308 Just thought I’d leave you with something pretty to look at.  Not sure, but I think these are Rocky Mountain flowers.  Photo probably taken by my nephew Matt.  For those who have to work, have a happy Monday.  I’ll think of you when I wake up at noon — if I remember.

A.

OOPS!!!!


Things have changed a bit today.  This morning I slept in.  Then went outside for some fresh air.  Got the air.  Got sinus problems with it.  Okay, I can adjust.

When I came in, refreshed and reinvigorated and sneezing, I decided to go on a scavenger hunt for the missing cable for my camera.  I took some pictures while I was out  and didn’t realize my memory stick was still in the computer.  Naturally.  They were great pics.  So, here are some of the things I found.100_2349 My missing screws.  100_2350 Lots of cables. 100_2353 10-year-old hard candy. 100_2351 Two pound weights used after my rotator cuff surgery.  Should start using them again.  I have “angel wing arm flaps”.100_2352 Certificate from Citizens Academy at the Police Department.

There are a lot of other discoveries in the pile also, but it would take forever to put them all on here.   I’m wondering if the candy would still be good after all these years, but not brave enough to try it.  After all, I tried some three-year old World’s Greatest Chocolate when I found where I hid it.  After three years it’s not the greatest any more.

So, after accomplishing nothing this morning, I decided to start on my cabbage rolls.  Bad decision.  Added too much water to the rice cooker.  Couldn’t separate the outer leaves from the cabbage without tearing them.  Cross contaminated rest of cabbage without thinking.  (One brain transplant needed.)  So, what to do?100_2354 Cabbage casserole!  I pulled my salad shooter off the shelf 100_2355 and all of this followed it.  Next project, organize the shelves.  By the way, the casserole is delicious.  I’ll hold out a couple of meals and freeze the rest for later.

After contaminating the rest of the cabbage I dumped it back in the sink, filled it with water and peroxide, and let it soak a few hours.  Still have to chop it, then will dry it for soups this winter.  Maybe, just to be sure, I’ll soak it overnight in the water/peroxide solution.  Maybe that’s because I’m tired.

I didn’t get the summer sausage baked off.  So I have two choices.  1) Stay up all night and bake it.  2) Give it another mix and bake it tomorrow.  It takes 6 hours to bake at very low heat.  I’m leaning toward choice # 2.

For now, I’m a couple of feet away from my bed, and leaning in that direction.  Don’t know why sleeping makes me sleepy.

A.

Friday’s Here


A beautiful mess Don’t you just love this?  Not quite a train wreck, but a paint truck.  And I wasn’t even involved.  Just found the picture and loved the mix of colors.  I think I would love to paint my walls like this though.

It’s Friday.  Not really an important day for me.  I’m retired.  Every day is Friday.  Or Saturday.  Or even Monday.  Sometimes I don’t even know what day of the week it is.  I try to mark each day off on my calendar, but who looks at the calendar each day?  And even if I look, if I’ve forgotten to mark the days off, I don’t remember how many days I’ve forgotten, so the point is moot.  I do manage to remember Sunday though.  That has been ingrained into my memory since I was a baby.  A very cute baby, I might add.

I did remember something today.  Look—100_2347 it’s a cabbage!  Now I can make the stuffed cabbage rolls!  And when I got back from the grocery there were bags of these in the lobby100_2348 The cukes.  I already had the tomatoes.  And in the bag, hiding from sight, more cherries.  Hopefully I’ll remember the gloves when I pit them tonight.  If not I’ll have those nasty stains again.  Since the cukes are so large I’m not sure what they will become yet.  Somewhere in my 20 foot pile of recipes I have one for stuffed cucumbers, but it will take me a few hours to go thru them all.

I may have exaggerated the 20 foot pile a bit.  It’s probably more like 2 feet.  But it will still take some time to go thru.  I keep promising myself I’m going to organize them.  Maybe put them into binders.  Yeah, right.  I’m sure that will happen any day now.

Speaking of any day, didn’t I say yesterday I was going to take a couple of days off?  Something about catching up on my reading?  Guess I forgot about that.  Now I have more cherries, cukes, cabbage, summer sausage, and berries to take care of.  Not to mention more watermelon pickles.  I just flat-out love them.  And today I found a recipe for making beet crackers that looks like fun.  I think I’m hopeless.

Mike and Janette took me to mom’s today to deliver a couple of tomatoes.  If her knees had cooperated I think she would have done a happy dance.  She keeps telling me I should have surgery on mine now, before I’m too old for the anesthesia.  I would consider it, but haven’t learned how to do it myself yet.  I’ve developed a sort of revulsion against doctors and hospitals lately.  Told the kids I plan on dying at home.  Now there’s a nice mental picture for you.

BArking puppy  Found this cutie somewhere too, so I decided to close with him.  I kinda like his philosophy here.  There are times when I would like to bark at night.  Well, maybe not bark.  Just howl at the moon.  No particular reason why.  It just sounds like fun.  Why can a dog get away with that and not a person?

A.

Small Annoying Things


First of all it’s Wednesday.  For some reason I find that annoying.  Nothing special ever seems to happen on Wednesday.  Not even a thunderstorm today.  The first day this week without one, and it happened on Wednesday.  That should make me happy, right?  Nope!  It just annoys me.  Mainly because I could have gone out this morning to get my cabbage, and I forgot to go.

Another thing I forgot was to put rubber gloves on before pitting cherries.  Icky, sticky dark stains under my fingernails.  I’ll have to soak them forever in peroxide to get those stains out from under the nails.  And it didn’t happen on Monday or Tuesday.  It happened on Wednesday.

100_2333 See those apples?  I had them chopped up and cooking in the crock pot for juice.  The last time it was the most delicious juice I had ever tasted.  Today?  So sour I had to use sugar and honey both to sweeten it up.  I just let it reduce to a syrup after that.  Just suddenly lost my urge for apple juice.  Another small annoyance.

And both of my lovely Portobellos are gone.  Such wonderful substitutes for beef in making burgers.  The cherries are in the freezer, and tonight I’ll work on the peaches.  And the second try making summer sausage.  I am determined to make some that looks as good as the rolls my mom made.  Today might be the wrong day to start these, since everything I’ve done so far has just annoyed me, but since it has to be done, and I’m already annoyed, I might as well go ahead with it.

I also tripped over my walker.  Now how annoying is that?  I was behind it for pete’s sake, and still managed to trip over it.  No one can ever accuse me of not having a special kind of talent.  I mean, shucky dern, how can you be hanging on to the handles, and still trip on the wheels?  Specialized talent.

Chicken & egg I found this picture on Facebook, and just wondered if anyone can guess the answer.  It’s one of those annoying questions people ask all the time.  Personally, I would think that God created the animals, so the chicken came first.  Just sayin’.

This will be a short post, because 1) I’m annoyed.  2) I have to go and get up to my elbows in ground beef.  And 3) I have peaches to deal with.  Now I’m suddenly not annoyed any more, because I just thought about that sweet little boy helping me fill my bag with peaches Monday.  So now I’m smiling and happy.  And really looking forward to taking care of those peaches.  Sweet.

A.