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I was making homemade biscuits, er, heating up the Pillsbury kind, and got out some ham slices to put inside them.
Walked away from the kitchen for a few minutes and returned to find this:
Looks like somebody is hamming it up.
That man cracks me up every day.
The Adorable Little Ferrets did it. Boris did the right eye.
In other Ferret News: David Brooks lies and says more people own Ferrets than watch Fox News.
You really can’t overestimate the wonderfulness of being married to a goof who wants to make you smile.
If Mrs. Geezer actually read this non-blog, she would give LauraW a High-Five.
Actually I make her read page-after-page of comments on some of the funnier threads. I make her read out loud so I know when to explain some cryptic in-joke.
*realizes that I have almost exceeded the ‘hyphen limit’ for one comment.
So true — it’s such a joy. And a giggle.
Scott adds suggestions to my ‘to-do’ lists, if I leave one out on the counter.
That boy will eat anything.
hahahaha, I’ve gotten a few “to-do” Post-It notes too.
Once he put arrows on about seven notes and made them form a path on the floor down the hallway toward the bedroom.
I’m a total kitchen ninja.
Me too – my presence is undetectable there.
I remember when she dislocated a finger in there.
Geoff, that’s so funny!
I’ve gotten a few “to-do” Post-It notes too. Once he put arrows on about seven notes and made them form a path on the floor down the hallway toward the bedroom.
Wow, it must have been really messy in there.
I dunno – I showed it to my wife and she had a hard time laughing through the tears.
*waggles eyebrows at lipstick*
Did I mention that I fried some eggs last week to feed myself while Cathy was gone? Yes, I think I did.
All by myself. I cleaned up and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Nobody from the Spirit Grill helped me.
*waits for cooing appreciative remarks from IB wimmens*
Did I mention that I fried some eggs last week to feed myself while Cathy was gone?
Another tall tale. Like that could really happen.
Dammit, Geoff, that is not a tall tale. I fried them eggs up good, and topped them with some Marie Sharp’s Belizean pepper sauce.
In fact, those were the best eggs I ever ate. They were cooked with bacon grease, over medium heat, with a seasoned skillet, sunny side up, with some fresh ground pepper and kosher sea salt.
You can’t get a better egg than that.
Also, Estonia just qualified for the IB 1,000+ Flags Organization for Economic Cooperation and Human Rights™.
Unfortunately, the Estonians are a little bummed out because their arch-rivals, the Latvians, qualified just ahead of them. So, the Estonian delegate has a chair towards the back of the room, in the corner, by the potted palm, and next to some skinhead groupies who show up for reasons I do not understand.
I suspect the skinheads are from Denmark and hate Muslims, but I do not really know that for sure.
I suspect the skinheads are from Denmark and hate Muslims,
Would you check to see if they are interested in some excellent Album Artwork?
For a small fee.
Didn’t you already give that away to some Scandis?
I don’t think the Danish skinheads will pay for the same power lines.
Lipstick, the biscuit is calling from inside your house!!! RUN!!!
All I did was try to say ‘Hello’ and she laughs in my face and takes my picture when I’m not ready.
The lady is nuts.
*checks subsequent comments for cooing appreciative remarks*
*looks at watch… *
*still waiting… *
Holy crap, another food miracle. Christ shows up in a ham slice. Call the Vatican.
*mouth waters imagining the eyes and mouth filled in with a good hot mustard*
YAAAAIIIIGGGHH! IT BUUUUURNSSSS! IT BUUUUURRRRNNNSSSSS!!!
They made my reuben sandwich with mustard instead of Russian dressing. Mustard! Bleh.
I don’t like mustard either. Double Bleh.
I like spicy brown mustard with the whole seeds in there, mustard mixed with horseradish, Grey Poupon, etc.
Yellow mustard, not so much.
Yellow mustard is for an unrefined palate. But if you put a teaspoon of it in the batter, it takes the gamey taste outta squirrels and wabbits.
It’s not that I object to mustard on general principles; it has its place in the culinary universe. But that place isn’t anywhere near a reuben. Look, it already has sauerkraut which occupies the “tangy” role in the sandwich. It doesn’t need another tangy flavor, it needs the creamy note of the Russian (or failing that 1000 island) dressing to play counterpoint to it. Mustard WITH sauerkraut is like double-double-mustard-mustard. It is just waaaaay too much you know? I can’t describe how annoyed I am by this disaster.
I suspect that whoever made this abomination is a communiss.
I get a “Coney Island” dog at a local place once in awhile. They put kraut and some sort of pouponish mustard on it. It’s pretty good. It’s the only way I’ll ever eat sauerkraut.
I expect spicy mustard to be on my Reuben. But if it’s missing, there had better be some horseradish. Sauerkraut is no substitute for a hot-spicy punch.
It’s the only way I’ll ever eat sauerkraut.
An easy way to enjoy sauerkraut is to saute pork chops in caramelized sugar and then add sauerkraut to the party, cover and simmer until the chops are tenderized and cooked. Serve with mashed potatoes. Awesome.
Oh man I love cheese coneys.
Lips, it’s fun to have the man wandering thru the kitchen now and then.
I agree with Mitchell on the proper construction of a Reuben. Russian dressing or Thousand Island, extra kraut.
I will confess that this is the only place I will happily eat Swiss cheese.
Ketchup? A bold and flavorful condiment, or just faggity?
It has a distinct sweatsock aroma.
Ha aha haaa
Who turned Mr. Hamslice into a .gif?
*Wonders where Lauraw keeps her swiss cheese*
Ketchup is a necessary staple for every American household Dave.
When we were courtin’, Mrs. G asked if I minded if she put Ketchup on her steak.
“Why should I mind? It’s your steak.”
Seems her ex ridiculed her for doing that.
Probably sealed the deal for me.
She probably loved it that you didn’t try to change or “improve” her.
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