Archive | November, 2015

A big ol’ simmering pot of disappointment

November 30, 2015

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Do you know Maurice Sendak’s book, Chicken Soup with Rice? It’s a charming book of months where a little boy shares soup in various ways – with a snowman, a turtle, the wind, a Christmas tree. Ok, describing it now, it seems it’s more like an LSD trip, but trust me: it’s sweet. Every time […]

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Dough making

November 29, 2015

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It was a slow Sunday around here. Lots of sleeping and recovering, some light cleaning, and then some dough making. Not edible dough, though: play dough. It’s actually a different recipe from the flour/salt/water/oil stuff. This is a baking soda and corn starch mix that is very white when done, not yellow-ish like the other. […]

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One more year – check.

November 28, 2015

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Well, the lighted parade is over for another year. Of course at this time I am looking back on it with relief, so it all doesn’t seem so bad. Here are notes that I will completely forget to look over next year. The letters had to be ripped off when we were getting the float […]

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Friday report

November 27, 2015

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Well, it was a quiet Friday. We stayed over at Sam and Rachel’s and were captivated by the siren song of television. I had stuffing for breakfast. Back at home, I showered, did several loads of laundry, the attempted to ‘organize’ the tool area in the basement. It did not go well. I deeply regret […]

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We survived, we thrived.

November 26, 2015

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Thanksgiving dinner went well with just one hitch. I didn’t take the bag of giblets out and found it when we were taking the meat off the bird. Oh well, we haven’t gotten sick……. yet. We changed clothes after church to our comfy jammies. Deborah’s are twenty-some years old! That’s the old Concordia Teacher’s College […]

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Brine in a bag

November 25, 2015

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Deborah, I’m sorry if this turkey is going to be the worst food you’ve ever eaten. I’m brining a bird for Thanksgiving. Alton Brown – the best cook/scientist in the world – was great about explaining this, but now that I’ve surfed the internet some more, I worry that doing this to my frozen bird […]

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