Every now and then I stumble my way into something in the kitchen that is worth sharing, for better or worse. I start with a recipe found somewhere, am unable to locate all of the ingredients it calls for, and finally surrender to using things that “ought to work.” Sometimes it is disaster (the . . . → Read More: Other Such Kitchen: Your Stomach Begs You To Trust Me
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It is late June. It was 98 degrees outside yesterday. Therefore, I wanted some spicy chicken tortilla soup for supper. Something to really warm the insides. Naturally. Doing what I do, I gathered a few things at the store to whip up a pot of soup. When I “gather a few things” I . . . → Read More: I Kinda Like To Hoard Popsicles in December, Too Monday was rough, not just for me. Either there was a bit of a scuffle in one of the FOUR nests on the porches, or two of the dozen-or-so little chirpers we’re unwillingly sponsoring tried to fly a bit too soon. One ended up on the concrete: She kept flopping around on her back . . . → Read More: And Then: Elevenish We came, we saw, we reunited, [someone danced, someone else catapulted a drink in a most impressive manner such that it saturated and then re-gelled someone else's hair, yet another someone else laughed a *wee bit* too hard (ifyouknowwhatImean) when she witnessed the catapulting/drenching, and some other someones made some lovely, but suspect, dinner . . . → Read More: Class of [Mufflemufflemuffleblahdiddityblahblah] and NAME THAT BEAST, PLEASE I’m a little bit maybe getting whipped by the frenzy of the rental market right now, whipped being defined as no-free-time-for-this-here-forum-in-which-to-unclog. It’s the time of year when many of our leases end, some tenants moving off, and properties are turning over so quickly that in many instances I’ve barely put a sign in . . . → Read More: One Emoticonversationalist to Another? Yepperdiddlydoo About an hour ago I posted, in another forum: “Well, it’s official: my brain can no longer keep up with itself. Not even noon and I’ve so far stopped myself three times today with the thought that I’ve already thought that thought before. Wait…this might make the fourth time….” The thought? It’s Good News . . . → Read More: The Thought I Thought I Thought Is In Fact What I Thought, Even Though I Partly Thought Wrong Were I to compile an Other Such dictionary, under “conundrummery” would be the following definition: The state of finding The Child, following a thirty-minute anti-nap tirade, fast asleep on her floor, her diaper in one corner of the room, her tiny, cute, diaperless bottom mocking me from another, daring me to . . . → Read More: Other Such Dictionishary Two days. 100 degrees. Some really cute shoes (not pictured by reason of I-couldn’t-seem-to-find-any-time-alone-with-them). No fussing, no hair pulling, no pinching, no elbowing, no make-her-stop-looking-at-me!! Not even during the car ride. Not even while we sweated in the shade at an eightieth birthday party. Our parents are beginning to think that perhaps they did a fairly . . . → Read More: Sistars |
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