Isn’t that totally disgusting? That’s why it makes it so soft, it’s grease doing that! And that’s why the automatic dispenser gets all gunked up, it’s grease doing that, too!
LC told me this, and I didn’t believe him, but when I Googled it, sure enough, he was right. So I owe him one for this little tidbit of information. Bet I made your day, too, huh. You’ll never look at that bottle of Downy quite the same again….
My friend, Seana, emailed me after she read the post about my deviled eggs, and shared her favorite recipe with me. You can find it on Jan CAN Cook, it's a must try here, next week for sure. Thanks Seana, this sounds awesome, lots better than those awful things I made yesterday!
I don't know why I'm so addicted to FoodTV, I don't even like most of the chefs. I use that term loosely, because most of these people are celebritiy wannabe's, not real chefs, well except for my beloved Barefoot Contessa, that is. And I do enjoy Paula Deen, even though I've become a closet Paula Deen watcher in the last few years, since just about everybody I know, except for my buddy V, can't stand her. But I like her grissly husband, who is so uncomfortable on the show it's funny, and she does love her boys, you have to give her that. Plus the woman is a southern cook, which is near and dear to yours truly, so yeah, I admit it, I like Paula Deen. So there!
But you all know how much I detest the Neely's. That stupid man prancing around, going "baby, baby, baby" just works on my last nerve. And Giada DeLaurentis must weigh all of ninety pounds soaking wet, and I have never trusted a skinny cook. Plus the way she overpronounces italian words just drives me round the bend! Rachel Ray with her annoying giggle is just so butch that she is a total turn-off, and then there are the recipes. You have to wonder where all of these recipes come from anyway. Do these "chefs" think all these things up, day after day after day. Of course not, they probably just show up, read the recipe that somebody puts in front of them and start cooking.
However, due to all of this FoodTV watching, I tend to experiment more, and not always with good results. Sometimes the old ways are better, but the people on FoodTV can't cook the samo samo every day, so they come up with new twists, and of course, I fall right into the trap of trying them.
Yesterday I made deviled eggs. Now I've been making deviled eggs for forty years now, a little Miracle Whip, a healthy squirt of Plochmann's mustard, salt and lots of fresh cracked pepper, whirl all the yolks and the MW in the food processor, plop them into the cooked egg whites, sprinkle with paprika, sometimes chives, and voila, deviled eggs.
So why didn't I just do that yesterday? I make yummy deviled eggs, but oh no, after seeing some yayhoo making them on FoodTV, I decided to do it their way. I substituted Ranch Dressing for the mayo, and not even regular ranch, this was my tofu ranch, oh I don't even want to go there. But anyway, I used horseradish mustard and dusted them with smoked paprika. Hubby was a trooper, he said they tasted "pretty good" but let's face it, they tasted awful! Sometimes you just don't mess with perfection.
Now if I would have taken a mini walk on the wild side and crumbled bacon on top, instead of using that tofu ranch dressing, they would have been fantastic, instead the darned things taste like a smokehouse with all that smoked paprika on there. Will I ever learn? Probably not, I do love to watch FoodTV when I cook. So tonight I'm going to stir-fry bean sprouts with soy sauce and a little sesame oil. Will that go with a burger, ya think? Of course not, now I have to come up with some asian hamburger recipe if that's even possible. This should be interesting, wonder what old man Neely would do with this idea!!! Egads, I can't stand to even think about him - "baby, baby, baby!!!!"
I have wonderful memories of Sunday dinner's at grandma's. Regardless of what was going on in our lives or how busy we were, we always took the time to spend Sunday with grandma. There were always cousins to play with, great food to eat, lots of family around, those were such special days, little did I realize at the time.
Sometimes I talk with friends that have their families nearby, and I wonder if they realize how lucky they are, just to have them stop in for a vist. There is just something special about Sunday, it's a day for families, but today's families are so scattered, that a lot of us don't have that opportunity. So we enjoy what we have, and look forward to the times we can all be together, but sometimes it tugs at the heartstrings, when the house is quiet, nobody is here, and no good smells are coming from the kitchen.
So I'll make dinner for hubby and I, and as enjoyable as it will be, it's just not the same as if they were all here.
~ jan, feeling a bit nostalgic this chilly March Sunday...
There was an old girl
Who had a zit…
Right in the middle of her nose.
It did no good to to do lament
or heaven forbid sit and cry
‘Cause zits don’t go away til’ you die!
Instead she slathered on the concealer
And spritzed lots of scent on her
So if you can’t bear to look at her
Maybe you will at least enjoy her odor.
THE END…
This is so funny. I can just see Hooterville and myself doing this in a few years to alleviate boredom in our old(er) age…
I’m watching Hoda and Kathie Lee this morning, there is this woman demonstrating an appliance that you put in your nose that gives you the appearance of having a nose job. It lifts your nose without surgery.
Now I’m either getting really old, or this is just totally bat shit crazy! What happens when you sneeze or blow your nose? Imagine the possibilities…
I saw this advertised on television last night. Looks good to me, so much easier, especially since you apply it to all of your hair, not just the roots. I’m hoping that my favorite Nice ‘n Easy color (103) will be available in this foam.
Well, I just checked their site, they don’t have 103. Grrrrrr, so it looks like it will have to be either 8, 9 or 8G. This stuff is never simple. 103 is a shade that works well for me, and now I’m going to have to try something else. Here’s the chart, see if any of these colors will work for you.
Don’t you just love YouTube? They have a video for everything. Give this a watch, it might be just what you’re looking for, too…
Finally, something to laugh about. That guy is such a douchebag, shame on him and his sorry excuse of a life!
Don’t most people live on a fixed income? You go to work, you get the same amount of money in your paycheck every week, isn’t that a fixed income?
Why is it you never see any overweight thirty year olds talking about living on a “fixed” income. Or better yet, why no upwardly types talking about it? I can’t figure out if it’s just a buzz word, or if it’s a put down.
~ Jan, being very testy tonight…
I loved this video from the 80’s, and back in the day, who didn’t love Donna Mills and her great eye makeup? I bought the video, watched it over and over, and still have it as a matter of fact.
I found highlights of it on YouTube, and thought you all might enjoy seeing it. Yep, it’s a little dated, and it’s pretty cheesy, but the techniques are still good, and the woman is so gorgeous, it’s unreal. It’s fun to watch, enjoy…
Here’s a picture gallery, it’s too bad that she couldn’t stay “forever young.”
Here are a couple of recent pictures, she’s sixty- nine years old now, how did that happen? Where did the time go…
Meet the newest addition to our growing family, Isabel Lucille, born Christmas day. And let me tell you, ladies, she’s an eight-week old, four pound bundle of dy-NO-mite!
John and Deanna have been looking for cocker pup for quite awhile now. Oreo’s breeder found Izzie in Connecticut, and flew last week to pick her up, along with her sister, Hannah, which she kept for herself.
John and Deanna came here for the weekend to pick her up, and it was quite the experience having a pup in the house again. I was sure Maggie would love to romp and play with her, but oh no, she would have no part of this puppy, and Mollie just totally ignored her. Poor little pooch, she was practically standing on her head trying to get their attention, but nothing she did enticed them to play.
Maybe when she gets a bit older, it will change, so for now she has to be content to play with the humans. She knows how to sit and lay down already, something the M&M’s have yet to master. She’s a real cutey-pie, little Miss Izzie Lou, and oh do her new parents have some exciting months ahead of them.
This is Alevia, she’s two and a half years old, and the most precocious, adorable little girl. We had company yesterday, Margie and Jerry, forever friends and neighbors from thirty-five years ago. Alevia is their granddaughter, and she enchanted us all. Just had to share a picture of this special little child…
Our youngest son, Ryan, spent the night with us last night. He was in the area on a business trip, and was able to visit. I made his favorite dinner, meatloaf, potatoes and carrots, corn and coleslaw, with brownies and ice cream for dessert, and we laughed and talked and the years melted away and he was a young boy again. Well, not quite, because Lindsay and Abby crept into his conversation constantly. It was so nice to have him for a visit, yet it was odd, because the rest of his family wasn’t with him and I missed them.
But that’s not my story. Ryan is a pharmacist, so he regularly goes through my medicine cabinet, checking all the bottles, throwing away anything that is either expired, or going to be expiring, he’s passionate about it. And he’s also passionate about food, so he’s constantly checking my refrigerator for expired dates, throwing away food that is past it’s prime, because neither hubby or I are diligent about whether or not the salad dressing expired last week, last month, or heaven forbid last year.
So this morning, after he bribed me to iron his shirt, reminding me of what a good job his grandma always did, he announced that he needed some static guard for his pants, and asked if I had any. “Of course I have some, it’s in the cupboard in the utility room,” I told him. So he retrieves the can and starts laughing, practically doubling over he’s laughing so hard. “Look at this label,” he says. And sure enough the girl on the label looked really dated, with an apron and beehive hairdo. He checks the can, and sure enough, it’s dated 1983. 1983, how in the world did that happen? How could I have possibly had a can of that since 1983?
Well, to be honest, I haven’t used Static Guard in years, but 1983, that was twenty-eight years ago. But it still worked, it did the job for him, despite it’s age. Geezy Pete, doesn’t time fly…
This lady, Sarah Paddy Jones, is actually seventy-five, not ninety-two, but isn’t she amazing? Thanks for sending this Marti, just wait ‘til she rocks out and strips out of her gown. She will blow you away. ~ jan
Last night LC ran by the grocery store, and in a weak moment I told him to bring home a package of Little Debbie Nutty Bars, a delightful concoction filled no doubt with unpronouncable chemicals and lots of nasty trans fats. I haven't indulged in this sinful treat since the boys were children, but sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, and I have been craving Nutty Bars for about as long as I craved that raisin pie.
He came in the front door, threw me the box, I tore into them like a rabid dog that hadn't eaten in days, and oh my, they were just as wonderful as I remembered. Crisp, sickening sweet, peanut butter, cookie wafer, what's not to love.
And this morning, I woke up totally refreshed, after a great night's sleep. I swear it was the Nutty Bars. But no, I'm not going to start buying these things, there are 350 calories in two little wafers.
But oh my, were they ever good! Miz Scarlett went to bed with a full tummy and a smile on her face. And today, I'm baking brownies, a recipe from long ago when I was a teenager. Ryan will be nearby on a business trip and he's spending the night. So Mom's in the kitchen today, baking brownies and sending some home for Lindsay and Abby to try. Life is good in Heavensville this morning....
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