Gluten free Old Orchard Lanes pizza FTW. Thank you Teri and Brian.
Trinity is so good to me. She sent me a picture of Owen’s mise en place for hamburger night because she knew I’d love it.
InstaCart is useful in several ways. First, of course, we can have our groceries, etc. delivered to us when it’s too complicated to shop in-store. Second however is the game we have watching the delivery person try to find our house (despite detailed notes I put in the app). You can watch it live time so it can be pretty entertaining…sometimes people get stuck circling the park, sometimes lost in the alleys near our house. Today as I was reporting on various wrong turns I noticed that the map denotes a neighborhood southwest of downtown as ‘In Town.’ I’ve never heard that used…kinda intrigues me.
Continuing my new habit of screenshotting sentences that catch my eye. This one made me giggle. Couscous is all well and good but unless it has a bit of crunch mixed in it can get tiresome.
The sentence below caught not just my eye, but my heart.
I thought about the way we were taught to slice the end of the cucumber off and rub it against the cut part to take the bitterness out. Or the phrase from my grandmother, “a gold tooth, a diamond ring and a little bit extra.” Do I have that right, Debbie? Or is that something everyone says? The way my mother and grandmother would refer to the ‘Brocton folk,’ the term ‘dampish’ for the weather, my grandmother going to buy a new bottle of suntan lotion every week while we girls waited in the car (we never wondered why she bought her suntan lotion at the liquor store, and my mother saying, “Oh, piffle,” when she was frustrated.
I know we all have these things. Please share what yours are. I need to think of some more too!
Ok, that’s all I’ve got. I think I’m going to go start some soup. It sounds comforting even though it’s so much warmer today.
February is not my favorite month, but onward just the same.
Oh, and last but not least. The other day this old video popped up in Facebook memories. I shared it there but it has stuck with me since then.
I miss these little guys so much. I remember when they were infants and I missed having them inside me so much—it’s kind of the same feeling. I love my present day man-weasels but I miss those little guys, their hugs and their smells and their warm little bodies. I’m also amused at Bossy Leo and the way he stretches out the name Owen. Every time I log into Netflix I see our account and then Owen’s. He set it up and labeled it ‘Oh When.’ Every time I read that I can hear Leo’s frustrated voice yelling, “Ohhhh-wennnnn!”
Ok. Now I mean it: onward.
Top: random house on the way to Barnes
We were just talking about language and how different it can be in parts of the US. My husband is from Nebraska and I am from Maine. When I am tired or my computer is slow I use the term logey ( don’t really know how to spell it – long o). He didn’t have a clue the first time I said it. 😉 My friend from Lubec always called stuff laying around or junk – Cultch. Love that one. ❤️
You got the phrase right and it was ours. Grandma always had “a little bit of extra”. That way she was never without money! Pretty ingenious if you think about it!!!! Love you.💖
I think the video is cute & funny. Esp. since Leo’s on the other side of the alley at the very end, going up the step to that neighbor’s side door. lol
A young girl was watching her mother bake a ham for a family gathering and noticed her mom cutting off the ends before placing it in the oven.
“Mom, why do you cut the ends off before baking the ham?” she asked.
“Hmmm… I think it helps soak up the juices while it’s baking. I’m not sure, though. That’s just the way your grandma always did it, so I’ve just always cut them off. Why don’t you call grandma and ask her?”
So, the little girl phoned her grandma and asked “Grandma, mom is making a ham and cut off the ends before placing it in the oven. She said that it’s probably to help soak up the juices but wasn’t sure. She said you’d know because she learned how to cook from you.”
“That’s true. I do cut off the ends of the ham before baking. But I’m not sure why either. I learned how to cook from my mom. You should ask her.”
So, the inquisitive little girl called her great grandmother and asked “Great grandma, mom and grandma said they learned how to cook a ham from watching you. Do you cut off the ends of the ham to help it soak up the juices?”
The great grandmother chuckled. “Oh, no sweetie. I just never had a pan big enough to hold a whole ham, so I always had to cut off the ends to make it fit