Great to know you can “go” get a haircut Chas. My friend, Karen is in her 60s and has been to one or two doctor appointments during the last six months as her only times out of her home. It has been really rough on those who are medically fragile and afraid to go anywhere because of Covid.
But I know what you mean, Chas, about hoping for no events to have to discuss. For us, an event usually means something new has broken down in the home. We don’t want any events either!
The discussion about Thanksgiving foods yesterday was fun and revealing. I loved thinking back on all those wonderful traditions. But since we’ve been on this new diet since before Thanksgiving last year, it is like my taste buds have opened up to appreciate the new flavors, textures, and benefits of more foods. I can still have a lot of what I ate before but I don’t have a great desire for it. I never would have expected to feel this way. An old dog has learned new tricks. I am glad that others enjoy all those foods, of course, but if anyone has reasons to try a different approach to food, I just want to say that you may find over time that it is not so bad as it may have seemed at first consideration.
32. We ,ah have reached the end of the tomatoes and strawberries.
Office is painted a much more vivid color than I expected, but it certainly is less bland! Lol
My EMT laid on the couch and read yesterday before painting. It was the first time she read an entire book in a long time. She needed six days of time off. Will be here for 2 weeks at Christmas, same thing.
I see our state is known for the mashed potatoes as a favorite side. That is a really popular one. We always have that with gravy when we have turkey. It is not my favorite, however. I have a SIL, who can be quite the complainer. She whined to me once about her DIL serving ham without mashed potatoes and gravy. I never would serve mashed potatoes and gravy with ham either. Moreover, I just cannot imagine whining when someone has made a whole meal for me. This is typical for this person and she doesn’t realize how much it makes others not want to visit her or ask her over again. If someone else is taking on all the expense and work, just enjoy what you can and be appreciative.
My youngest will be on her own for Thanksgiving this year. I have helped her for the past several years. She is developing into a very good cook, but it is a lot of work getting the timing right on it all. Hopefully, her husband will step up since I will not be there.
Kathy: Elvera had this philosophy that a husband should not be in the kitchen same time as a woman.
I always wanted things to be logical.
She didn’t care as long as it was right.
Unfortunately, I am now the only one in the kitchen.
I don’t like it.
Funny, Chas. My husband and I now do some cooking (like the stir fry we made last night) together. Otherwise, he often gets exasperated if I am in the kitchen with him. Having people in the kitchen doesn’t bother me. I got used to it with toddlers holding onto my legs and being on chairs “helping” me. My husband and I do not ‘think’ alike either and that can be a difficulty. Plus, I have been doing most of the cooking for almost 50 years. I can’t help but point out better tools to use or easier ways to do things. That does not go over big for some reason. 😀 However, I notice he has learned some tricks (like finally cooking tougher meat slower and longer) from me. He is an expert on breakfast; far better than I am. I will keep appreciating us being able to do what we can together!
It’s another brisk morning her in Southern California. The heater is on so the house will warm up quickly. One of the best things that happened when I moved in here was that the (ugly) old gas wall heater was declared “unsafe” to operate. That was a cold fall and winter, with an El Nino on top of it make it wet. Called a company who said putting a new similar heater in would cost (I can’t remember but it was an exorbitant amount, I thought).
Then some friends in town referred me to a moonlighting crew, guys who worked in the maintenance department for Kaiser by day but were fixing to start their own independent company, who would put in forced air heat for less money than the company wanted.
I think it was something like $2,000 for the entire job, parts and labor (which include putting in all that ductwork under the house. They were amazing and the system has worked beautifully all these years.
I don’t like anyone in my kitchen when I am working in there. My family calls me “Granny Clampett” when I fuss at them for treading on my territory. There was an episode or two of Granny with pot in hand chasing Jed or Jethro out of her kitchen 😂
Kathaleena, it is so easy for moods to be affected when around complainers. I have laughed at myself complaining about the complainer. And if yo want to compliment them? You can always say that they are really good at using words to express their displeasure. It does make people not want to be around them.
We had a similar discussion last night with “some” people commenting they didn’t want to take care of clean up after I cooked because I always rearrange the dishwasher.
I looked at “some” people and said, “If you would wash the dishes, pot, and pans you don’t fit into the dishwasher when you start it, I wouldn’t care. The problem is, “some” people think loading and starting it is the full job and walk off, leaving pots and pans on the counter or sink still needing to be washed.”
Silence.
And I admit, I can’t work with a messy kitchen. I clean it up first, then I cook.
One of my daughter-in-laws uses every pot, pan, and accoutrement littering the kitchen while she cooks and then does a massive clean up afterward, sometimes the next day.
Crazy-making for me. I clean as I cook with a hot soapy dish in the sink to dump things in to soar as I go along. I cannot go to bed with a disaster kitchen.
(We lived in Hawai’i for 4 years— that was a recipe for insects everywhere).
Sunday morning, I woke at 5:30 and thought, “I have to help my daughter-in-law’s clean up.”
I arrived at 7 and washed dishes until I left for church at 8:45. She joined me 45 minutes in and left a cleaned kitchen and a contented daughter-in-law, who threw a terrific party Saturday night.
It was a good deal on the heater, 20 years ago now. My only regret was that I didn’t spend an extra couple thousand for them to add A/C at the time. Sigh.
We had a diversity web discussion at work yesterday, one of several they’re doing companywide. My problem with all of this is it’s leaning broadly into what I call “advocacy” journalism. It’s not my job to make sure racial justice or transgenderism or any other causes, worthy or not so worthy, become accepted and more prevalent in the broader U.S. culture. It’s not how I was trained in practicing objective, fair, and dispassionate journalism.
I’m guessing others have those thoughts, but when you want or need to keep the job, who will speak up? This is being driven by many of our younger journalists, first in the form of demands for a more diverse workforce (as if we’re hiring anyone anymore, we’re not); but it also is being embraced (from what I can tell) by management.
Kitchens: I don’t do well with others in the kitchen though I have adjusted to husband being there. He does much to make my life easier. He plans and cooks and all the meals when we have company and when it is just the family. I just happily clean it up later. Before I can fix anything, I clean it up and try to keep ahead of the mess but when he cooks, I stay out of the way, knowing every counter space and dish will be used.
Daughter knows I do not want to be tripping over people but she seems to be drawn to the kitchen while I am there. More than once, I have turned off burners and walked out. It may be to cook something, or a drink of water, or putting a dish in the sink. But she has to do it.
I never encounter the problem of having people in the kitchen while I cook. Miss Bosley often hangs out with me when I am in the kitchen. She stays out from under my feet. When Wesley is home he will cook occasionally but it’s usually when I am not in there. I think he is use to having a kitchen all to himself, too.
I don’t mind other people in the kitchen, and my husband and I have developed a routine on several meals where we work together well, each with his or her own part to do. For instance, if he is putting burgers on the George Foreman grill, he may be preparing the meat and a side dish and I’m getting out the plates, buns and condiments, and slicing the pickles. If I miss something, he does it, and vice versa.
Our older daughter was self-conscious about cooking, and she didn’t want anyone else in the kitchen. I tried to avoid even going in the kitchen to get a drink or on my way out the back door. Then she got engaged, and her fiance was welcome in the kitchen, and he sister would sometimes go in there too, but her dad and I still stayed out. 🙂
I don’t like working in other women’s kitchens unless the woman is very easygoing and/or I know her kitchen well. I helped my best friend in Nashville cook a meal or two, and that felt quite comfortable since she didn’t expect me to know where everything was in her kitchen, she let me prepare things my own way and yet she was available to offer help if I asked how something should be done. (I once got asked to cut cheese for a tray for a Christmas meal, and after I finished the hostess expressed dismay that I’d cut the cheese in chunks and not slices. Well, she didn’t specify and chunks is the way I cut cheese, and it didn’t occur to me to do it differently. Since it was already done, it would probably have been better just to accept the way I did it. Not the end of the world, but things like that are why I don’t like “helping” in other women’s kitchens.)
When I have company, I usually have the meal mostly finished as they are due to arrive, and usually I don’t leave any task for the woman or women to do to help me. I’ll tell her I only have a couple of little things left to do, but she can come and talk to me if she likes. Afterward, I rinse and stack the dishes from the meal, but I do not wash them. That after-dinner time is for visiting, not for washing dishes. Dishes get washed the next day. That may be a response to a childhood of having my older brothers visit for holiday meals, but we kids got stuck in the kitchen for hours cleaning up before we could visit with them. (We were told that if anyone offered to help wash dishes, we should say “No thanks,” and only accept help if they insisted. I’m not sure it ever occurred to a guest that when a child politely said, “No thanks,” it did not mean that the child actually loved dishes so much that she preferred not to have help, and so no one ever, and I mean ever, insisted on helping.)
We didn’t have a dishwasher in our previous house, nor did I want one–I’ve had dishwashers only a tiny percentage of my life and don’t really like them. But my husband likes them, and we replaced the non-working one in this house a year or so after we moved in. Since then he has taken over doing the dishes, his choice. I’ll still wash some things while I’m cooking (mostly things that can’t get put in the dishwasher), but whatever doesn’t get taken care of before the meal is now his domain. But wiping down the table, counters, etc. is still something I do.
I also have an almost one year old who likes to take the silverware out of the dishwasher as I put it in. We had a talk. She is okay with observing now, as long as she can snap the detergent dispenser now and then. A workable compromise.
Headline in the Intelligencer yesterday: Times Change In the Trump years, the New York Times became less dispassionate and more crusading, sparking a raw debate over the paper’s future.
— My words exactly, pretty much, before reading this — we were trained to be dispassionate and fair, as objective as possible, never to crusade or advocate for any cause but to provide balanced information for readers (who could then be trusted to come to their own conclusions, on one side or another).
That’s (12:12) being challenged, successfully it would seem, by the younger tech guys and gals, reporters and other employees from sites like buzzfeed etc., now coming into our newsrooms and calling the shots on how things really “should” be covered as we compete with FB and Google.
Tiny Niece insists on helping to dry the dishes now – our dishwasher is human. My mother told me that one evening after supper, as Tiny was helping dry the dishes, her mother called her to come upstairs and Tiny went up the stairs crying because she couldn’t finish the drying.
My mother said that when we were small, she knew she could finish her cooking or baking or cleaning up quicker by herself, but always allowed us to help because she wanted us to learn. She benefitted from that, as in our teenage and young adult years, we dominated the kitchen, and my mother was able to relax. Now she is helping Tiny learn in the kitchen. My father is often the dishwasher, and he struggles a little with making allowances for what a four year old is capable of accomplishing.
I don’t like people in my kitchen unless they do exactly what I ask them to do, where I want them to be and how I would do it. I try and get people to help in other ways, like setting the table and such, although, they also need to do that exactly the way I would like it. But, I also hate having to do all the work. Sigh. Am I difficult? Yep, seems I am.
Husband and I have learned (and are still learning) to work together in the kitchen. I really have to let him just do things his way (even though mine is better, quicker, less mess-making). Some days I really struggle and other days I feel absolutely wonderful that I didn’t say anything or turn the heat down on the pan he was making something in. 🙂
Have any of you ever had oatmeal stuffing/dressing? It’s, umm, interesting. Certainly not something I would ever have seconds of. One of our former pastors had it growing up so his wife learned to make it. We always celebrated Thanksgiving with them as all our families were out of province.
I let eleven month old take the utensils out initially, she only took a few to drop on the floor. But now she knows to take them out when granny takes them out and to leave them in if granny puts them in.
My preference to being alone in the kitchen has much more to do with confidence than anything. I have to focus on what I am doing, however simple, and the distraction is too much. If others want to come into my kitchen and do it for me, they are most welcome to do so.
Mumsee, I didn’t find you too much of a distraction in the kitchen.
I have only eaten eggplant parmesan one time in my life. I was invited to a very nice dinner with gnocci, bracciole, and egglant parmesan. There was one piece for each person and it would have been obvious had I not taken and eaten it. I haven’t had it since. That was some time in the early 90’s. I don’t complain when others cook. I have actually come to prefer it, although there is a request for Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, gravy, and greeen beans for dinner tonight. I probably need to get started on that soon.
Youngest Son cleans the kitchen after holiday meals. He is a great sport about it since the china, crystal, and silver have to be handwashed. I do dry them for him.
Kim, I don’t believe you saw me in the kitchen other than a quick, ” Here is the kitchen, here is the pantry, do what you will!” And you are remembered fondly by one and all.
I love eggplant parmesan. But I never eat it because it is a nightshade plant. When younger, that was what I wanted at Italian restaurants. Except at Mama Leoni’s. At that quaint small restaurant, Mama Leoni made Lasagne pasta in her own special homemade way and I always got that when dining there.
I have enjoyed cooking with girlfriends in the kitchen. We each have a specialty to make and have a space in which to do it. I have not done that in a long time, but I have taken trips with friends and found that to be fun and entertaining.
Someone who has Kevin’s email address please let him know he won the Pigskin Picks. If he doesn’t have a chance to let me know the tie breaker, it’ll involve one of the Michigan B1G 10 teams in Kevin’s honor.
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Good morning everyone.
Just checking in. The biggest thing on m schedule today is a haircut.
Isn’t this an exciting life?
No. I am thankful. It could be something else, and I know it.
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When you reach 90, you don’t want “events” in your life.
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I know that’s a picture of something. But I can’t figure out what.??
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Good morning!
Great to know you can “go” get a haircut Chas. My friend, Karen is in her 60s and has been to one or two doctor appointments during the last six months as her only times out of her home. It has been really rough on those who are medically fragile and afraid to go anywhere because of Covid.
But I know what you mean, Chas, about hoping for no events to have to discuss. For us, an event usually means something new has broken down in the home. We don’t want any events either!
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The discussion about Thanksgiving foods yesterday was fun and revealing. I loved thinking back on all those wonderful traditions. But since we’ve been on this new diet since before Thanksgiving last year, it is like my taste buds have opened up to appreciate the new flavors, textures, and benefits of more foods. I can still have a lot of what I ate before but I don’t have a great desire for it. I never would have expected to feel this way. An old dog has learned new tricks. I am glad that others enjoy all those foods, of course, but if anyone has reasons to try a different approach to food, I just want to say that you may find over time that it is not so bad as it may have seemed at first consideration.
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Morning! There is a cute little yellow bird in the photo Chas! 😊
The ground is white and it is 23 degrees here this morning!
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Clearly that photo wasn’t taken recently, as the goldfinch is still in its bright breeding plumage. Nice to get him in the shot of the grass.
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32. We ,ah have reached the end of the tomatoes and strawberries.
Office is painted a much more vivid color than I expected, but it certainly is less bland! Lol
My EMT laid on the couch and read yesterday before painting. It was the first time she read an entire book in a long time. She needed six days of time off. Will be here for 2 weeks at Christmas, same thing.
No word on her future. God is good.
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I see our state is known for the mashed potatoes as a favorite side. That is a really popular one. We always have that with gravy when we have turkey. It is not my favorite, however. I have a SIL, who can be quite the complainer. She whined to me once about her DIL serving ham without mashed potatoes and gravy. I never would serve mashed potatoes and gravy with ham either. Moreover, I just cannot imagine whining when someone has made a whole meal for me. This is typical for this person and she doesn’t realize how much it makes others not want to visit her or ask her over again. If someone else is taking on all the expense and work, just enjoy what you can and be appreciative.
My youngest will be on her own for Thanksgiving this year. I have helped her for the past several years. She is developing into a very good cook, but it is a lot of work getting the timing right on it all. Hopefully, her husband will step up since I will not be there.
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Kathy: Elvera had this philosophy that a husband should not be in the kitchen same time as a woman.
I always wanted things to be logical.
She didn’t care as long as it was right.
Unfortunately, I am now the only one in the kitchen.
I don’t like it.
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Funny, Chas. My husband and I now do some cooking (like the stir fry we made last night) together. Otherwise, he often gets exasperated if I am in the kitchen with him. Having people in the kitchen doesn’t bother me. I got used to it with toddlers holding onto my legs and being on chairs “helping” me. My husband and I do not ‘think’ alike either and that can be a difficulty. Plus, I have been doing most of the cooking for almost 50 years. I can’t help but point out better tools to use or easier ways to do things. That does not go over big for some reason. 😀 However, I notice he has learned some tricks (like finally cooking tougher meat slower and longer) from me. He is an expert on breakfast; far better than I am. I will keep appreciating us being able to do what we can together!
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It’s another brisk morning her in Southern California. The heater is on so the house will warm up quickly. One of the best things that happened when I moved in here was that the (ugly) old gas wall heater was declared “unsafe” to operate. That was a cold fall and winter, with an El Nino on top of it make it wet. Called a company who said putting a new similar heater in would cost (I can’t remember but it was an exorbitant amount, I thought).
Then some friends in town referred me to a moonlighting crew, guys who worked in the maintenance department for Kaiser by day but were fixing to start their own independent company, who would put in forced air heat for less money than the company wanted.
I think it was something like $2,000 for the entire job, parts and labor (which include putting in all that ductwork under the house. They were amazing and the system has worked beautifully all these years.
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You got a great deal on that, DJ!
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We were quoted with something well over 20,000 for that fix. We are sticking with our wood stove and a space heater in the guest room.
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I don’t like anyone in my kitchen when I am working in there. My family calls me “Granny Clampett” when I fuss at them for treading on my territory. There was an episode or two of Granny with pot in hand chasing Jed or Jethro out of her kitchen 😂
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Kathaleena, it is so easy for moods to be affected when around complainers. I have laughed at myself complaining about the complainer. And if yo want to compliment them? You can always say that they are really good at using words to express their displeasure. It does make people not want to be around them.
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We had a similar discussion last night with “some” people commenting they didn’t want to take care of clean up after I cooked because I always rearrange the dishwasher.
I looked at “some” people and said, “If you would wash the dishes, pot, and pans you don’t fit into the dishwasher when you start it, I wouldn’t care. The problem is, “some” people think loading and starting it is the full job and walk off, leaving pots and pans on the counter or sink still needing to be washed.”
Silence.
And I admit, I can’t work with a messy kitchen. I clean it up first, then I cook.
One of my daughter-in-laws uses every pot, pan, and accoutrement littering the kitchen while she cooks and then does a massive clean up afterward, sometimes the next day.
Crazy-making for me. I clean as I cook with a hot soapy dish in the sink to dump things in to soar as I go along. I cannot go to bed with a disaster kitchen.
(We lived in Hawai’i for 4 years— that was a recipe for insects everywhere).
Sunday morning, I woke at 5:30 and thought, “I have to help my daughter-in-law’s clean up.”
I arrived at 7 and washed dishes until I left for church at 8:45. She joined me 45 minutes in and left a cleaned kitchen and a contented daughter-in-law, who threw a terrific party Saturday night.
And I felt self-righteous myself! Lol
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It was a good deal on the heater, 20 years ago now. My only regret was that I didn’t spend an extra couple thousand for them to add A/C at the time. Sigh.
We had a diversity web discussion at work yesterday, one of several they’re doing companywide. My problem with all of this is it’s leaning broadly into what I call “advocacy” journalism. It’s not my job to make sure racial justice or transgenderism or any other causes, worthy or not so worthy, become accepted and more prevalent in the broader U.S. culture. It’s not how I was trained in practicing objective, fair, and dispassionate journalism.
I’m guessing others have those thoughts, but when you want or need to keep the job, who will speak up? This is being driven by many of our younger journalists, first in the form of demands for a more diverse workforce (as if we’re hiring anyone anymore, we’re not); but it also is being embraced (from what I can tell) by management.
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Kitchens: I don’t do well with others in the kitchen though I have adjusted to husband being there. He does much to make my life easier. He plans and cooks and all the meals when we have company and when it is just the family. I just happily clean it up later. Before I can fix anything, I clean it up and try to keep ahead of the mess but when he cooks, I stay out of the way, knowing every counter space and dish will be used.
Daughter knows I do not want to be tripping over people but she seems to be drawn to the kitchen while I am there. More than once, I have turned off burners and walked out. It may be to cook something, or a drink of water, or putting a dish in the sink. But she has to do it.
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I finally got around to ordering a new computer. When I finished ordering it said it would arrive on Dec. 28th. Yikes!
Yesterday I got an email telling me my computer had shipped. Now it is due this Thursday and I am tracking it. Wow, God is working.
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I never encounter the problem of having people in the kitchen while I cook. Miss Bosley often hangs out with me when I am in the kitchen. She stays out from under my feet. When Wesley is home he will cook occasionally but it’s usually when I am not in there. I think he is use to having a kitchen all to himself, too.
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I don’t mind other people in the kitchen, and my husband and I have developed a routine on several meals where we work together well, each with his or her own part to do. For instance, if he is putting burgers on the George Foreman grill, he may be preparing the meat and a side dish and I’m getting out the plates, buns and condiments, and slicing the pickles. If I miss something, he does it, and vice versa.
Our older daughter was self-conscious about cooking, and she didn’t want anyone else in the kitchen. I tried to avoid even going in the kitchen to get a drink or on my way out the back door. Then she got engaged, and her fiance was welcome in the kitchen, and he sister would sometimes go in there too, but her dad and I still stayed out. 🙂
I don’t like working in other women’s kitchens unless the woman is very easygoing and/or I know her kitchen well. I helped my best friend in Nashville cook a meal or two, and that felt quite comfortable since she didn’t expect me to know where everything was in her kitchen, she let me prepare things my own way and yet she was available to offer help if I asked how something should be done. (I once got asked to cut cheese for a tray for a Christmas meal, and after I finished the hostess expressed dismay that I’d cut the cheese in chunks and not slices. Well, she didn’t specify and chunks is the way I cut cheese, and it didn’t occur to me to do it differently. Since it was already done, it would probably have been better just to accept the way I did it. Not the end of the world, but things like that are why I don’t like “helping” in other women’s kitchens.)
When I have company, I usually have the meal mostly finished as they are due to arrive, and usually I don’t leave any task for the woman or women to do to help me. I’ll tell her I only have a couple of little things left to do, but she can come and talk to me if she likes. Afterward, I rinse and stack the dishes from the meal, but I do not wash them. That after-dinner time is for visiting, not for washing dishes. Dishes get washed the next day. That may be a response to a childhood of having my older brothers visit for holiday meals, but we kids got stuck in the kitchen for hours cleaning up before we could visit with them. (We were told that if anyone offered to help wash dishes, we should say “No thanks,” and only accept help if they insisted. I’m not sure it ever occurred to a guest that when a child politely said, “No thanks,” it did not mean that the child actually loved dishes so much that she preferred not to have help, and so no one ever, and I mean ever, insisted on helping.)
We didn’t have a dishwasher in our previous house, nor did I want one–I’ve had dishwashers only a tiny percentage of my life and don’t really like them. But my husband likes them, and we replaced the non-working one in this house a year or so after we moved in. Since then he has taken over doing the dishes, his choice. I’ll still wash some things while I’m cooking (mostly things that can’t get put in the dishwasher), but whatever doesn’t get taken care of before the meal is now his domain. But wiping down the table, counters, etc. is still something I do.
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I also have an almost one year old who likes to take the silverware out of the dishwasher as I put it in. We had a talk. She is okay with observing now, as long as she can snap the detergent dispenser now and then. A workable compromise.
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Headline in the Intelligencer yesterday: Times Change In the Trump years, the New York Times became less dispassionate and more crusading, sparking a raw debate over the paper’s future.
— My words exactly, pretty much, before reading this — we were trained to be dispassionate and fair, as objective as possible, never to crusade or advocate for any cause but to provide balanced information for readers (who could then be trusted to come to their own conclusions, on one side or another).
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That’s (12:12) being challenged, successfully it would seem, by the younger tech guys and gals, reporters and other employees from sites like buzzfeed etc., now coming into our newsrooms and calling the shots on how things really “should” be covered as we compete with FB and Google.
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Tiny Niece insists on helping to dry the dishes now – our dishwasher is human. My mother told me that one evening after supper, as Tiny was helping dry the dishes, her mother called her to come upstairs and Tiny went up the stairs crying because she couldn’t finish the drying.
My mother said that when we were small, she knew she could finish her cooking or baking or cleaning up quicker by herself, but always allowed us to help because she wanted us to learn. She benefitted from that, as in our teenage and young adult years, we dominated the kitchen, and my mother was able to relax. Now she is helping Tiny learn in the kitchen. My father is often the dishwasher, and he struggles a little with making allowances for what a four year old is capable of accomplishing.
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I don’t like people in my kitchen unless they do exactly what I ask them to do, where I want them to be and how I would do it. I try and get people to help in other ways, like setting the table and such, although, they also need to do that exactly the way I would like it. But, I also hate having to do all the work. Sigh. Am I difficult? Yep, seems I am.
Husband and I have learned (and are still learning) to work together in the kitchen. I really have to let him just do things his way (even though mine is better, quicker, less mess-making). Some days I really struggle and other days I feel absolutely wonderful that I didn’t say anything or turn the heat down on the pan he was making something in. 🙂
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Have any of you ever had oatmeal stuffing/dressing? It’s, umm, interesting. Certainly not something I would ever have seconds of. One of our former pastors had it growing up so his wife learned to make it. We always celebrated Thanksgiving with them as all our families were out of province.
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I let eleven month old take the utensils out initially, she only took a few to drop on the floor. But now she knows to take them out when granny takes them out and to leave them in if granny puts them in.
My preference to being alone in the kitchen has much more to do with confidence than anything. I have to focus on what I am doing, however simple, and the distraction is too much. If others want to come into my kitchen and do it for me, they are most welcome to do so.
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Mumsee, I didn’t find you too much of a distraction in the kitchen.
I have only eaten eggplant parmesan one time in my life. I was invited to a very nice dinner with gnocci, bracciole, and egglant parmesan. There was one piece for each person and it would have been obvious had I not taken and eaten it. I haven’t had it since. That was some time in the early 90’s. I don’t complain when others cook. I have actually come to prefer it, although there is a request for Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, gravy, and greeen beans for dinner tonight. I probably need to get started on that soon.
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Youngest Son cleans the kitchen after holiday meals. He is a great sport about it since the china, crystal, and silver have to be handwashed. I do dry them for him.
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Kim, I don’t believe you saw me in the kitchen other than a quick, ” Here is the kitchen, here is the pantry, do what you will!” And you are remembered fondly by one and all.
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We’ve had ice on our roofs some mornings lately
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Exactly why son and I have not gone up to clean the chimney.
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I love eggplant parmesan. But I never eat it because it is a nightshade plant. When younger, that was what I wanted at Italian restaurants. Except at Mama Leoni’s. At that quaint small restaurant, Mama Leoni made Lasagne pasta in her own special homemade way and I always got that when dining there.
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I have enjoyed cooking with girlfriends in the kitchen. We each have a specialty to make and have a space in which to do it. I have not done that in a long time, but I have taken trips with friends and found that to be fun and entertaining.
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Painting of office done, furniture returned. Papers, papers, everywhere and I think I may be dizzy from dust.
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Someone who has Kevin’s email address please let him know he won the Pigskin Picks. If he doesn’t have a chance to let me know the tie breaker, it’ll involve one of the Michigan B1G 10 teams in Kevin’s honor.
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You’re a fast painter Michelle
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She is coming to my house next.
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