Mandatory listening this week: The Eagles – The Last Resort “… you call someplace Paradise, kiss it
goodbye …”
Prayers go out to all those affected by the California
fires.
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Thanksgiving is coming up so I’m going to get political for
a second. Wait. What? That isn’t that what Thanksgiving is all about. Just what we usually turn it into.
This is absolutely a non-political blog so don’t click away,
this isn’t really political. I’m just offering up some food for thought to put
beside your turkey and stuffing. I’m not going to go all crazy uncle on you…or
am I?
Ponder this: No one who was in harm’s way asked the nurse
who drove his pickup truck back into Paradise, CA to save his hospital patients
if he was a democrat or republican. If you haven’t read that story please go do
it now. I’ll wait …..
Fantastic, isn’t it?
Think about all the other helpers out there. If you’re in
need and someone shows up to help – police, fire, medical – I don’t think
anyone is going to interrogate these folks before they help them to make sure
they have the same views on the issue of the day. Or even the more mundane. Do
we need to know how the cashier voted before she rings us up? Do we need to
know the political views of the person handing out samples at Costco before we
clog the aisle and cut in line to grab the last sliver of a pastry puff?
We are all alike. Please give thanks that while we can be
worlds apart on some issues we are universally together in our blessings.
Seriously, if we concentrate more on our collective blessings rather than our
miniscule differences we may enjoy each other’s company a bit more.
This Thanksgiving don’t be the desperado. “… it seems to me some fine things have been
laid upon your table, but you only want the ones that you can’t get.” –
Desperado, The Eagles
Here’s Linda Rondstadt’s outstanding version:
Even the math-challenged can count their blessings.
That’s it, politics aside (and soapbox and pulpit), now let’s
get into important topics.
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| Our evergreen after going 12 rounds with Old Man Winter |
That’s about as political as I get around here – bad jokes.
You folks get enough political speak 24/7/365. This blog is here is to help you
escape from that alternate reality. This is what’s really real!
And by real I mean, where else do you hear about real trust
issues?
Poll question:
If you don’t trust your dishwasher to wash the dishes for
you so you wash them before you place them in the machine, should you:
- Get a new dishwasher – knowing it won’t change your methods?
- Get rid of current dishwasher and use space to store more kitchen gadgets you don’t need?
- Go full disposable/recyclable since you don’t really cook anyway?
- Seek counseling for your trust issues?
- All of the above except the one that doesn’t make sense combining with the others?
I’m glad we got that sorted out. Now we can talk about
toaster ovens? In this house we are keeping the entire toaster oven industry humming. We go through toaster ovens faster than most people go through a bag of Pringles.
Ha! Almost got you.
We all know Pringles come in a cardboard can. How did the
aluminum industry let that happen? And why don’t we open a can of Pringles the
same way we open a cardboard can of Pillsbury biscuits? It’s not like you’re
not going to finish the can in one sitting. (Grammar police start your double
negative investigation now.) Pop’n’fresh Pringles has a nice ring. (I really
need to charge for all the free advertising here.) And, there’s no need to pop ‘em
into a toaster oven like those biscuits.
The toaster oven is the true workhorse of our kitchen. Why
fire up the range when you can heat up the countertop device in less than half
the time? Plus, we keep on getting bigger devices in an effort to make the real
oven completely obsolete. We can get rid of that major appliance too, along
with the dishwasher. Imagine the extra gadget space! Are you imagining right
now? I am.
The box for this new one says it will fit a large pizza and
a whole hog. Or, something like that. Advertiser’s claims are about as reliable
as politicians’ promises (Hey you, I said no politics). According to the
packaging, this device, which in reality barely holds two whole slices of medium-sized
bread, claims to be able to fit that previously mentioned large pizza. Large
meaning, not bigger than an infant’s hand.
Warning!: Do Not stick your infant’s hand into the oven to measure!
Warning!: Do Not stick your infant’s hand into the oven to measure!
This big little machine can also convection! Ooh, ah! No one is really sure what that means but I’m sure it’s there to confuse you when reading recommended cooking times. Honey, I’m trying to roast a pig and the package says 12 hours at 225°, so with the convection setting I can set at 250° for an hour, right?
Please note: the manufacturer’s warranty is void if you
attempt to roast a pig carcass without the optional walk-in rotisserie attachment.
There goes my gadget space.
All this because we prefer to routinely try to burn down our
lovely abode with a cheap cooking device rather than wait for the oven to heat
up. Yes, we’ve had several flare-ups! Don’t tell my insurance agent, his level
of trust in these devices is about equal to Renee’s trust in the dishwasher.
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