Yesterday, Gov. Bill Ritter signed a measure into law that will allow liquor sales on Sundays. It goes into effect on July 6th, just in time for my birthday.
The law has been in place since Prohibition ended. 75 fracking years, people!
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The unexpected fun of cutting up a whole chicken for fried chicken is that if you don’t know how to do it properly, you create whole new parts that you never knew chicken had. Screw the thigh, we have the flubertijibbit–which is half thigh and half fluber that may or may not be all dark meat.
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Are you a parent? Are you thirsty? Too many of us allow our infant sons and daughters to lay about idly: napping, drinking milk, and sometimes “turning over.” Why not have them mix you a cocktail?
Tots will be entranced by the shapes and colors, all the while learning how to write a check. An essential purchase for expectant parents, harried mothers, hungry fathers, and overly involved grandparents.
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Kimberly: So I read this statement:
Kimberly: “At five o’clock we are going to Pies N’ Pints for a big famjam dinner.”
Kimberly: And thought it said “Pie N’ Pants”
Jim T: Hahahahahah
Kimberly: That would be an awesome restaurant.
Kimberly: Pie N’ Pants. It makes me want to chuck it all and open that restaurant.
Jim T: Heh. The pies could come in a little pair of pants for take-home transportation.
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Living at high altitude has really been messing with my cooking. To this day I am completely unable to cook rice in a regular pot (of course, part of that could be because I have no tight fitting lids, but these are the same pots I used at sea level with few problems). If I want to make my mushroomy chicken rice casserole, I have to cook the rice in a rice cooker first, whereas before I just dumped all the ingredients into a casserole dish and baked. I’m still not exactly sure about temperatures or cooking times even though I’ve read the tip sheets on some websites.
My saddest loss was my inability to make the homemade cherry pie that had become my speciality. Water boils at lower temperatures up here, you see, and the cherry goo never seemed to get thick. I tried twice in the two years I’ve lived here and I failed twice–the goo would boil and stay thin. It was extremely perplexing to me, because flour thickened up gravy just fine.
I’m making my man a yummy Sunday dinner (crockpot mushroom pot roast with veggies and garlic mashed potatoes) and I really wanted to make him a nice dessert. I’ve been craving banana cream pie for a while now and even though the recipe is thickened with corn starch, I thought I’d give it a try. Because I did not know what to expect with this recipe (it’s a first for me), I had a lot of patience. I cooked the pie filling over medium heat and about 15 or 20 minutes later it turned into luscious banana cream goo!
I can make my cherry pie now that I know the secret to dessert sauces at altitude! Yay!
What this has taught me is that it’s important to let go of old ways of doing things in new settings and to have a little patience. If I hadn’t expected a certain reaction for my cherry pie filling, I would have waited and eventually gotten the results I wanted.
See? Pie really is magical! Not only is it delicious, but it teaches us important lessons.
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There is a restaurant in NYC that only serves Mac n’ Cheese.
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Hello from Switzerland! Thank jebus the people we’re staying with have broadband internet. I was seriously going through withdrawals. In my absence my grades came and and although there wasn’t really any doubt, I officially graduated.
Although I had a great time in Paris, I’m glad we moved on. There were lots of people, many of whom did not like Americans and many of whom came from a culture where standing in line was an unfamiliar concept. On the plus side, I saw the Louvre (on the last day even though our hotel was a block away), Notre Dame, the Museé d’Orsay, Versailles (no wonder the peasants were pissed), the Eiffel Tower (second floor only), the Lido show, the Arc de Triomphe (at night and during the day), the Museé Rodin, we took a cruise down the Seine, I ate the best onion soup of my life, drank many bottles of wine, drank much cappucino and even more Orangina (et sa pulpe!), and generally marveled at a place where things were really old. (I will have more stories later.)
By yesterday afternoon, I was exhausted. It was pretty warm there on most days and I’m not used to walking around quite so much. It’s warm here in Switzerland too, but it’s very peaceful.
Well, I’m going to go relax now. More later …
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Tuna should never, ever smell like creamed corn.
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How to cook and eat an artichoke
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This is really, really, funny bad.
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This is just weird. But Mark may be getting it for Christmas.
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That’s it. Shut ‘er down. The Internet is over, and we have a winner.
I will never need another website in my life. Thank you, and good night.
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Heh. Ghetto Fries.
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