Read earlier that the McConnell and the Senate Repugnicans [sic] gave Harry Reid everything he wanted in the continuing resolution before the lot of those scoundrels stole out of town.
If I knew some bad words, I’d use them right about now.
Jack Tatum, our now sometimes cat came “home” this morning for breakfast. I hadn’t seen him in several days, although I know he’s been around to eat, but I barely recognized him as he’s gotten like huge. So he comes inside, meows for breakfast, and then runs upstairs, I assumed, to crash out. But no. He went out the kitty door and then down the steps I built for him and he’s gone again.
He’s gone all night and now he’s not even hanging around to sleep here during the day. We think he’s got a second home.
Agreed on chicken fried steak; bet Paddy’s was gooOOOood…not to mention the biscuits. I’ve only made C.F. steak once, but it came out purty well; it’ll be even better next time. (Learning curve and all that.) And my gravy ’tweren’t lumpy, neither, which was the component I was most worried about.
And speaking of Paddy, hope that Mrs. O’ made it to K.C. on-time and with a minimum of fuss.
Made it in and out of Waddlemart with a minimum of fuss…save for the waddlebutts, who were freakin’ legion this morning. Alas, many of them had their broods strung-out behind them, making navigation at my normal shopping pace impossible.
The chicken-fried steak and gravy turned out really well. I added a little cayenne and smoked paprika to the dredging flour and used mostly buttermilk for the gravy. Teh Older made the biscuits and while they were good, they weren’t quite there. The only reason, I think, is the size. We don’t have a biscuit cutter, so I try to find a glass of appropriate diameter (which I can never find). Removing the biscuits from the glass can be a pain, so Teh Older uses a round cookie cutter that is even smaller than the too-small glass I use. For smaller biscuits I think we need to adjust the baking time and temperature. I think I’ll just get a biscuit cutter, instead.
Of course, once you put the gravy on the biscuits, they were perfect.
Little Tatum has fleas. He had a flea collar when he showed up, and I put another one on him but he lost it last week. Off to the store for some flea meds.
Happy Caturday, GN!
Read earlier that the McConnell and the Senate Repugnicans [sic] gave Harry Reid everything he wanted in the continuing resolution before the lot of those scoundrels stole out of town.
If I knew some bad words, I’d use them right about now.
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I liked this example of “instant karma”:
Good morning,
Chicken fried steak is teh bomb.
Jack Tatum, our now sometimes cat came “home” this morning for breakfast. I hadn’t seen him in several days, although I know he’s been around to eat, but I barely recognized him as he’s gotten like huge. So he comes inside, meows for breakfast, and then runs upstairs, I assumed, to crash out. But no. He went out the kitty door and then down the steps I built for him and he’s gone again.
He’s gone all night and now he’s not even hanging around to sleep here during the day. We think he’s got a second home.
Hai, Sven!
Agreed on chicken fried steak; bet Paddy’s was gooOOOood…not to mention the biscuits. I’ve only made C.F. steak once, but it came out purty well; it’ll be even better next time. (Learning curve and all that.) And my gravy ’tweren’t lumpy, neither, which was the component I was most worried about.
And speaking of Paddy, hope that Mrs. O’ made it to K.C. on-time and with a minimum of fuss.
Made it in and out of Waddlemart with a minimum of fuss…save for the waddlebutts, who were freakin’ legion this morning. Alas, many of them had their broods strung-out behind them, making navigation at my normal shopping pace impossible.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The chicken-fried steak and gravy turned out really well. I added a little cayenne and smoked paprika to the dredging flour and used mostly buttermilk for the gravy. Teh Older made the biscuits and while they were good, they weren’t quite there. The only reason, I think, is the size. We don’t have a biscuit cutter, so I try to find a glass of appropriate diameter (which I can never find). Removing the biscuits from the glass can be a pain, so Teh Older uses a round cookie cutter that is even smaller than the too-small glass I use. For smaller biscuits I think we need to adjust the baking time and temperature. I think I’ll just get a biscuit cutter, instead.
Of course, once you put the gravy on the biscuits, they were perfect.
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
Mrs. Paddy’s flight arrives in a little less than two hours. It will be good to have her home, again.
Sven -- yep, it sounds like Jack gets around, home-wise.
Little Tatum has fleas. He had a flea collar when he showed up, and I put another one on him but he lost it last week. Off to the store for some flea meds.
I hope he’s not sharing.
He’s not much of a giver, Paddy. And in this case, that’s fine.
He’s not much of a giver, Paddy. And in this case, that’s fine.
OK, now I REALLY have to go to the pet store--get a move on, Sven. Poof
Tatum is unhappy with me. Sigh.
He probably heard what you said about LOLcats.
Wait until we decide to keep him and then he hears about how his balls are coming off.