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Tonight...turkey chili. 6 inches of snow demanded it.
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Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
Robert Southwell, S.J.
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Beef Brisket, Pulled Pork, Italian Sausages, cole slaw.....all left over from Superbowl.If it pays, it stays -
Geez, again with the snow? Don't you northerners ever get tired of that? I've had my fill for the next ten years. Which is approximately how long it'll likely be before it snows on the beach again.
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I know I'm tired of it...and more tomorrow and more this weekend. Oy vay.Originally posted by Tom Servo View PostGeez, again with the snow? Don't you northerners ever get tired of that? I've had my fill for the next ten years. Which is approximately how long it'll likely be before it snows on the beach again.Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
Robert Southwell, S.J.
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Pot roast, potatoes, carrots, a really excellent gravy, and biscuits. Leftover from Sunday dinner, of course!
Tomorrow: homemade multigrain bread and some kind of soup, probably a vegetable chowder. We're back in the freezereeno with snow on the way."Alexa, slaughter the fatted calf."Comment
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Chicken wings, crab louie salad, roasted red potatoes..all the other Super Bowl food went home with the kids.May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one.Comment
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Beef brisket..yum..how do you cook it?Originally posted by Frostbit View PostMay we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one.Comment
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In a brisket...duh!Originally posted by Michele View PostNot where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
Robert Southwell, S.J.
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I don't!! There's no way you could possible make it anywhere near as good as The Turnagain Arm Pit.Originally posted by Michele View PostIf it pays, it staysComment
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Thought you might have a smoker but having really good brisket prepared by someone else is the best.Originally posted by Frostbit View Post
May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one.Comment
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I'm pretty much living off soup and bread in all this cold. Up for tomorrow night - Lima Bean and Ham soup! Same hippie bread (it's really good!).
I'll have to do something else this weekend though before Mr. Snap snaps.
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