I am TIRED and do not want to make a post. I want to go to bed. Somebody tell a joke.
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Perfection 2.0
I know, I know – how could I find a Thermos that I love more than my previous one? Well, it took a Thermos that had a snap-in strap; foldable, Transformer-like handle, two-count-’em two cups, & a double-cap/plug-thing: one for hot coffee and one for food. (Points to me for using almost every form of punctuation known to man in that sentence.)
Why? To cook oatmeal. And I don’t even like oatmeal that much. It’s a quarter cup of steel-cut oats, a cup of boiling water (pre-heat the thermos, though), pinch of salt and some dried fruit if you like, seal ‘er up and let it sit a couple of hours. If you use the all-metal kind of thermos it will stay hot forever! (Or until I like oatmeal, which is almost as long.)
Apparently you can cook other things in it. I tried ramen (four minutes for me, please), and realized this would have come in handy in college when John would only let you use his hot pot for water only – no actual cooking. You just could not cook noodles in a Big Gulp cup. It just didn’t work.
I’ll grill that.
It was a Sunday of experimental food. I’ll save the Thermos cooking for another day, but I’ll tell you about dinner. It was getting late, we were getting hungry, the house was getting HOT, and I thought, “I wonder if you can grill a page of meat?” Turns out you can.
Slap it (frozen) on the hot grill and sprinkle some grill seasoning on.
Close lid. Come back in about four minutes and wonder what on earth is going on with that meat.
Flip. Worry about that corner that is getting pretty burnt. Jam the spatula underneath to protect it.
Cut into pieces and assemble on revived frozen bread. (Mine was covered in melty cheese, so I didn’t get a good photo.)
Next time, I will check it after three minutes. This was a little overdone. Verdict: Success! (Also, I have learned the importance of even page construction.)
On fire!
I got more work done before noon today than I usually do all weekend. Granted, I stayed in my jammies until 3:30, but that didn’t deter me. Three main things got done:
I hung up a holder for the baritone uke. Now there’s no excuse not to annoy Lloyd on a regular basis.
I ‘cleaned’ the tool bench. It still has a way to go, but it looks a hundred percent better.
And last, I liquid starched a piece of an old sheet to the bottom of the kitchen window, and sewed a little thingie for the top. I’m most pleased how the color blends right it. It’s almost like we don’t have a window anymore!
For the rest of the weekend, I shall sleep – guilt-free!
Formal?
Um, I guess in Lauren’s absence I’m suppose to post something? I looked through her recent photos and found some that I didn’t know about. The eighth grade girls planned an eighth grade “formal” dance, and asked me to help them with the music. It was all cute and stuff. The girls in their dresses and the guys not in jeans or shorts. We don’t see them so dressed up at the Fun Nights because they all play dodge-ball and other fun things.
There were times when all of the girls would rush out of the dance together, and the guys would just stand around looking at each other.
They were oddly shy about dancing. Normally they dance together at the Fun Nights, but they were having trouble getting together for the “formal”. Eventually we taught them what a snowball dance was and that worked well. After that we introduced them to Lady’s Choice and Guy’s Choice dances that I remembered from 4-H dances. For those you can ask anyone to dance and they can’t say no. It’s weird that we needed to do that, because I didn’t see anyone say no to anyone all night long, and I was looking for that.
Lauren didn’t get any pictures of it, but it was too cute. Without anything in the way of instruction from us they organized the most embarrassing way possible to accomplish those dances. All of the guys would line up against one wall and the girls against the other and whoever had “choice” would slowly walk across the gym floor and point to the one they wanted to dance with. It was too funny.
Did you know?
My parents forwarded an e-mail that just floored me. It was all about how boxes of foil and plastic wrap have locking tabs on the ends of the box, but many people don’t know about them. I never knew about them! You’d think that such a handy thing would be more well-known. I’m glad to know so I don’t keep dropping that silly foil on the floor. Did you know about these? Do you use them?
Are there other things I should know?