It's like Silent Spring we all had to read in my 2nd year English back in the early 60s in college. It had just come out so was quite the book at the time. My silence isn't about the birds that are quiet; it's that we've all been quiet way too long about many things happening in this country. For me I noticed my silence a few minutes ago when I couldn't remember my password to my blog. Once I remembered it, the password wasn't accepted so I had to change it. This would be a clue like when Rachel Carson noticed the robins weren't singing any more.
Any way, I'm back from my hiatus. I'll start with a part of a poem I had printed on some recycled paper and found the other day. It could already be here under poems, but I don't recall. I'll look later.
We all know the meaning
you come to a corner
and you go straight or
you turn left or right
but rarely, unless there is
a barricade, man-made or natural,
would you ever turn back.
But in a life these turning points
are sometimes a zigzag or a curve
and even a deadend with no choice
but to backup and start over.
It may be a book you read. . . .
(Now I'll have to look to see if I finished this somewhere or stopped in the middle).
Later: Just found it on my blog. "Turning Point" from Feb, 2010. 1st and 2nd drafts. Guess this would qualify as 3rd draft. Gee, I think I like the unfinished phrase, "it may be a book you read.'
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Friday, July 16, 2010
Your Brilliant Mom and the Signs in the Store
Thu, Jul 15, 2010 at 7:37 AM
I bought some Diet Pepsi that was on sale 10 for $10.00. That in itself annoys me that they don't just say $1.00 each. In another place it said 4 for $5.00, and in small print, buy 10 it's $.79 each. I checked a couple of times as there were three different prices on Diet Pepsi.
I get to cashier at the Kroger and my Diet Pepsi is $1.25. I say that the sign read 10 for $10.00. He sends the grocery bag girl to check price, I say that's okay but he says shell be back soon and needs to check. She comes back with 4 for $5.00. I say, that's fine, but he says he'll go check. He comes back with a sign that says 10 for $10.00 and in tiny print "for potato chips." I don't even remember seeing the potato chips in the display of about fifty 2 liter bottles of Diet Pepsi. I thank him for his trouble and pay for the groceries.
I get home, unload the groceries, all is well. I really didn't want ten 2 liter bottles in the pantry just to get them for $.79. There's a slight difference in wording if you have to buy ten to get the sales price or if you buy one you still pay the sales price.
So next morning at breakfast I decide to fix scrambled eggs and see the ones I bought aren't in the refrigerator. I go check the car to see if I left them. Sure enough in the trunk is one of my canvas bags with the eggs in it. I bring the bag inside, put the eggs in refrigerator wondering if they will still be good. To my surprise there in the bag with my eggs is the pound of ground beef I had also bought. No doubt here, the meat goes in the trash ($3,00 or thereabouts in the garbage). I'm not sure of the egg rule. My grandmother didn't always refrigerate them right away, but then they were straight from the hen house. My eggs were relatively still cool in the trunk of the car in the garage when I brought them inside.
I don't know what the lesson is here, if any. I can't imagine putting eggs in the bag with ground beef and nothing else. But then why didn't I get all the groceries? Why didn't I read the sign correctly? Oh well, my dog Hoover and I had a great breakfast, scrambled eggs from the older eggs that had been in the refrigerator, just in case I decide to trash the fresh eggs.
In the meantime, isn't there a law about this kind of advertising. It is disgusting they can't say pears are $1.00 lb. instead of 10 lbs.for $10.00. Some people don't know that if you buy 1 lb. it's still $1.00/lb. If you aren't totally fluent in English, you wouldn't get the subtle difference of when you have to buy ten to get the sale price for one ot when you can buy one and get the sale price.
No this is not a riddle, just another day of grocery shopping at Kroger. I think I'll just shop at another store where they don't spend so much money on misleading advertising and huge displays. But those stores are very few. Even Staples had a sale sign, one cent each for notebook folders. In tiny print it said "limit 10," and in even smaller print that you had to buy $5.00 on other things. Teachers could get 25 for a penny each. It was a great deal except I went back four times, and spent about $50,00 on other stuff.
Is this brilliance or the onset of Alzheimer's Disease?
Mom
RESPONSES
THOMAS:
Yeah, I understand. A lot of misleading language out there. It's best to double check things. I called before going to a job this morning, It's not until next week. So, these things happen. I'm keeping a planner now. Imagine that. So, it helps to write down what you are doing and look at it so you know you are on track.
DAVID:
1. Put this on White Buffalo Bonanza.
2. I think you've discovered the origin of the kosher practice of separating meat and dairy!
3. Pick up The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollen (same author as Botany of Desire). He touches on some of these topics (the signs in the store).
I bought some Diet Pepsi that was on sale 10 for $10.00. That in itself annoys me that they don't just say $1.00 each. In another place it said 4 for $5.00, and in small print, buy 10 it's $.79 each. I checked a couple of times as there were three different prices on Diet Pepsi.
I get to cashier at the Kroger and my Diet Pepsi is $1.25. I say that the sign read 10 for $10.00. He sends the grocery bag girl to check price, I say that's okay but he says shell be back soon and needs to check. She comes back with 4 for $5.00. I say, that's fine, but he says he'll go check. He comes back with a sign that says 10 for $10.00 and in tiny print "for potato chips." I don't even remember seeing the potato chips in the display of about fifty 2 liter bottles of Diet Pepsi. I thank him for his trouble and pay for the groceries.
I get home, unload the groceries, all is well. I really didn't want ten 2 liter bottles in the pantry just to get them for $.79. There's a slight difference in wording if you have to buy ten to get the sales price or if you buy one you still pay the sales price.
So next morning at breakfast I decide to fix scrambled eggs and see the ones I bought aren't in the refrigerator. I go check the car to see if I left them. Sure enough in the trunk is one of my canvas bags with the eggs in it. I bring the bag inside, put the eggs in refrigerator wondering if they will still be good. To my surprise there in the bag with my eggs is the pound of ground beef I had also bought. No doubt here, the meat goes in the trash ($3,00 or thereabouts in the garbage). I'm not sure of the egg rule. My grandmother didn't always refrigerate them right away, but then they were straight from the hen house. My eggs were relatively still cool in the trunk of the car in the garage when I brought them inside.
I don't know what the lesson is here, if any. I can't imagine putting eggs in the bag with ground beef and nothing else. But then why didn't I get all the groceries? Why didn't I read the sign correctly? Oh well, my dog Hoover and I had a great breakfast, scrambled eggs from the older eggs that had been in the refrigerator, just in case I decide to trash the fresh eggs.
In the meantime, isn't there a law about this kind of advertising. It is disgusting they can't say pears are $1.00 lb. instead of 10 lbs.for $10.00. Some people don't know that if you buy 1 lb. it's still $1.00/lb. If you aren't totally fluent in English, you wouldn't get the subtle difference of when you have to buy ten to get the sale price for one ot when you can buy one and get the sale price.
No this is not a riddle, just another day of grocery shopping at Kroger. I think I'll just shop at another store where they don't spend so much money on misleading advertising and huge displays. But those stores are very few. Even Staples had a sale sign, one cent each for notebook folders. In tiny print it said "limit 10," and in even smaller print that you had to buy $5.00 on other things. Teachers could get 25 for a penny each. It was a great deal except I went back four times, and spent about $50,00 on other stuff.
Is this brilliance or the onset of Alzheimer's Disease?
Mom
RESPONSES
THOMAS:
Yeah, I understand. A lot of misleading language out there. It's best to double check things. I called before going to a job this morning, It's not until next week. So, these things happen. I'm keeping a planner now. Imagine that. So, it helps to write down what you are doing and look at it so you know you are on track.
DAVID:
1. Put this on White Buffalo Bonanza.
2. I think you've discovered the origin of the kosher practice of separating meat and dairy!
3. Pick up The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollen (same author as Botany of Desire). He touches on some of these topics (the signs in the store).
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Some Days Are like This . . . especially at Camp
Monday, June 14, 2010 at 6:39pm
I left keys in trunk of car today at camp where anyone could have stolen my car. I noticed keys when I put things in trunk at end of day. A stolen car would have put me over the edge.
1:00--Power went out so no crepes for 4th period in Fun Foods. We eat the fruit for the crepes, make smoothies from the one carton of yogurt and gallon of milk. We drink plain milk as well. We eat leftover pretzels and cream cheese from Monday, leftover nacho chips from Thursday when we had Mexican food, and more milk, more fruit-- mango, strawberries, and peach. We added a bit of cool whip. I was trying to use perishable food before it ruined. Even though they'd just eaten lunch, they had a party and ate everything.
2:00--Accidental fire drill so we all evacuated into the heat for 5th period acting. We return to class. One actor is absent so one child is both Wilbur and Fern.
3:00--6th period acting two actors are out and another one leaves after ten minutes for gymnastics. Juliet's brother is also Romeo because Romeo is absent. Three girls want to be Juliet even though two of them have been absent, and one is leaving for gymnastics.at 3:10. They want to end play with Romeo and Juliet going to heaven and the girl who is Romeo's mother and the medic also wants to be Pegasus and ride my white horse that looks like Pegasus to see them in heaven. Fortunately it us time to go, and I told her she could work on a final scene tonight.
4:00--Kids go home, not a minute too soon. After carpool I pack up to go home, and I notice I don't hear the hum of the fridge in the kitchen/chemistry lab. That's right, When the power came on at 2:00, the sockets for refrigerator didn't come on; and the electricians had now gone for the day. So I load up everything in fridge that we didn't eat (cheese, tortillas, extra fruit) to bring back home till we need it next week if it stays cold in my portable coolers long enough to get home.
So like I said after a chaotic rehearsal of "Romeo and Juliet" and plan changes in other classes of the afternoon, I must say I felt totally blessed and protected from all evil and confusion everywhere when I saw those keys hanging out of the trunk of my Acura today. No one had stolen my car from the parking lot of the junior high, and my car was in perfect order with nothing missing.
I guess if my car wasn't stolen today, I really have no worries about camp, power, or the children's plays. So what if "Charlotte's Web" takes place in a condo. Who knows, maybe somewhere people do die if they break a fingernail as Romeo and Juliet do in their play. Children's imaginations are simply unbelievable. I sit there in amazement. I could not have written a better line myself--"please don't make Wilbur move from the condo. He ls just living his life as a pig and pigs squeal."
I left keys in trunk of car today at camp where anyone could have stolen my car. I noticed keys when I put things in trunk at end of day. A stolen car would have put me over the edge.
1:00--Power went out so no crepes for 4th period in Fun Foods. We eat the fruit for the crepes, make smoothies from the one carton of yogurt and gallon of milk. We drink plain milk as well. We eat leftover pretzels and cream cheese from Monday, leftover nacho chips from Thursday when we had Mexican food, and more milk, more fruit-- mango, strawberries, and peach. We added a bit of cool whip. I was trying to use perishable food before it ruined. Even though they'd just eaten lunch, they had a party and ate everything.
2:00--Accidental fire drill so we all evacuated into the heat for 5th period acting. We return to class. One actor is absent so one child is both Wilbur and Fern.
3:00--6th period acting two actors are out and another one leaves after ten minutes for gymnastics. Juliet's brother is also Romeo because Romeo is absent. Three girls want to be Juliet even though two of them have been absent, and one is leaving for gymnastics.at 3:10. They want to end play with Romeo and Juliet going to heaven and the girl who is Romeo's mother and the medic also wants to be Pegasus and ride my white horse that looks like Pegasus to see them in heaven. Fortunately it us time to go, and I told her she could work on a final scene tonight.
4:00--Kids go home, not a minute too soon. After carpool I pack up to go home, and I notice I don't hear the hum of the fridge in the kitchen/chemistry lab. That's right, When the power came on at 2:00, the sockets for refrigerator didn't come on; and the electricians had now gone for the day. So I load up everything in fridge that we didn't eat (cheese, tortillas, extra fruit) to bring back home till we need it next week if it stays cold in my portable coolers long enough to get home.
So like I said after a chaotic rehearsal of "Romeo and Juliet" and plan changes in other classes of the afternoon, I must say I felt totally blessed and protected from all evil and confusion everywhere when I saw those keys hanging out of the trunk of my Acura today. No one had stolen my car from the parking lot of the junior high, and my car was in perfect order with nothing missing.
I guess if my car wasn't stolen today, I really have no worries about camp, power, or the children's plays. So what if "Charlotte's Web" takes place in a condo. Who knows, maybe somewhere people do die if they break a fingernail as Romeo and Juliet do in their play. Children's imaginations are simply unbelievable. I sit there in amazement. I could not have written a better line myself--"please don't make Wilbur move from the condo. He ls just living his life as a pig and pigs squeal."
Parking More than Copay
Monday, April 26, 2010 at 2:06pm ·
Parking is $5.00. Copayment for doctor is zero. Copayment for prescriptions is $4.00 for 90 days with mail-order AARP Rx supplement. Parking is $5.00. I wonder when parking will be covered as a medical expense by insurance and Medicare.
Publix has some antibiotics free. Kroger, Sams, and many other pharmacies have generic prescriptions for $4.00 for 30 days. There was a time when doctors validated parking, and many doctor's offices had free parking.
As the guy in the elevator said to his friend as he tried to remember where they'd parked, "I'm not used to the big city." Neither am I. Does anyone have a "park free" card I can use?
Parking is $5.00. Copayment for doctor is zero. Copayment for prescriptions is $4.00 for 90 days with mail-order AARP Rx supplement. Parking is $5.00. I wonder when parking will be covered as a medical expense by insurance and Medicare.
Publix has some antibiotics free. Kroger, Sams, and many other pharmacies have generic prescriptions for $4.00 for 30 days. There was a time when doctors validated parking, and many doctor's offices had free parking.
As the guy in the elevator said to his friend as he tried to remember where they'd parked, "I'm not used to the big city." Neither am I. Does anyone have a "park free" card I can use?
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Kids in Film
Thursday, March 11, 2010
It always amazes me that some of the largest films will try to cut costs when it comes to kids' education when out of school to work on a film. They can afford the stars but not the teacher. The animals always have a welfare worker on the set, whether it's a dog, a horse, chickens, birds or pigs. But there will be no one there for the welfare of kids.
Glad to have all the films in Georgia but when do kids--babies, teenagers, 5th graders, extras, principals get the same care as the dog. One lawsuit or accident would more than pay for the child's teacher on a set.
I have seen with my own eyes children working 14 hours a day. I have seen children get minimal schooling if any. Kudos to the producers who care about the kids. To the child labor department who has not set foot on a set on behalf of children in 25 years, I ask are horses worth more than kids? To Sag, why isn't there anyone required to be there any time any child (extra, principal, baby, teenager) sets foot on a set. There are kids working as extras who go from film to film and often working long hours with less than basic education. Even principals have lagged behind in their education and are often on a film set much longer than 9 1/2 hours.
Surely our kids are worth the salary of one teacher. I personally drive a 1991 Acura, and I have yet to meet a teacher who is living in Hollywood style mansions. Writer friends and you know who you are, teacher friends, film friends, parents of kids, students I have loved and taught, Mothers of these students who know I speak the truth, please put a stop to animal rights except for kids. Kids are not props or set decoration, and some of you know that; and I thank you for helping to provide a safe and healthy educational environment for the kids in film.
It always amazes me that some of the largest films will try to cut costs when it comes to kids' education when out of school to work on a film. They can afford the stars but not the teacher. The animals always have a welfare worker on the set, whether it's a dog, a horse, chickens, birds or pigs. But there will be no one there for the welfare of kids.
Glad to have all the films in Georgia but when do kids--babies, teenagers, 5th graders, extras, principals get the same care as the dog. One lawsuit or accident would more than pay for the child's teacher on a set.
I have seen with my own eyes children working 14 hours a day. I have seen children get minimal schooling if any. Kudos to the producers who care about the kids. To the child labor department who has not set foot on a set on behalf of children in 25 years, I ask are horses worth more than kids? To Sag, why isn't there anyone required to be there any time any child (extra, principal, baby, teenager) sets foot on a set. There are kids working as extras who go from film to film and often working long hours with less than basic education. Even principals have lagged behind in their education and are often on a film set much longer than 9 1/2 hours.
Surely our kids are worth the salary of one teacher. I personally drive a 1991 Acura, and I have yet to meet a teacher who is living in Hollywood style mansions. Writer friends and you know who you are, teacher friends, film friends, parents of kids, students I have loved and taught, Mothers of these students who know I speak the truth, please put a stop to animal rights except for kids. Kids are not props or set decoration, and some of you know that; and I thank you for helping to provide a safe and healthy educational environment for the kids in film.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The Women of Keysville--Part 1
Fortunately for the women of Keysville, the new mayor of the city was single. There had never been anyone in the city government who was such a charming handsome man without a wife. Rumor was around town he was considering marriage if he could find the right woman to become his wife.
Less this become another Cinderella story of make believe and fairy tales, I guess I should begin at the beginning of the story that became news across the country. TV news, newspapers, pop magazines, and the web talked of what was happening in Keysville. It did not begin as newsworthy, of course not. It was a very simple story of a man who was the mayor of Keysville and wanted to find a wife.
His neighbor Mabel Moore, that is Mrs. Roy Moore, not Lola Moore who was married to Joseph Moore, wanted to introduce him to her daughter. Mabel mentioned the idea at supper over homemade chicken and dumplings, “Anna Lee, I’ve been hearing rumors.”
“About me, Mother”?
“No, of course not, dear. I heard that Jack Brook is single.”
“Mom, that isn’t exactly a rumor. Everyone’s known that since he ran for mayor over a year ago.”
“But, Anna Lee, what they haven’t known until now is he’s looking for a wife.” Mother and daughter bantered back and forth about Jack Brook until dessert, peach cobbler, (Mabel’s 2 cup recipe—2 cups self rising flour, two cups sugar and two cups of canned peaches, baked for about an hour). “He needs a wife to be a respectable mayor,” and to that even Aunt Lola agreed though both sisters were now giggling.
Lola had been a quiet presence until now, a little tired from her volunteer work with the Keysville Garden Club and just enjoying her meal. “Too many things can happen with a single man in that position. I’ve seen it before; rumors get started about him seeing some divorcee or him taking out of town trips with his secretary or some woman on the city council.”
Anna Lee was not amused at his comment. "Aunt Lola and Mother, can we just talk about something else while I enjoy my cobbler? I don’t care if the man is single or married as long as he puts the street lights back on the square. That is no way to save money, if you ask me.”
With that Anna Lee’s mother and aunt explained their plan they'd talked about earlier at the garden club meeting to have a raffle to buy plants for the neighborhood circle at the corner of their street. The raffle would include a dinner with the mayor.
“Lola, I know the mayor would love this idea. He is green you know, very green from what I hear. He recycles everything. Any way, as I was saying earlier today, these single men never get a homecooked meal these days. I hear he eats every meal at the diner. Can you imagine eating out every meal”? Mabel had a good listener in her sister, and this was one of their latest plans.
“Fifty dollars, Mabel, at least! Why I’ll pay at least $200 to have a chance for him to come to my house for supper. What do you think, Anna Lee?”
“Don’t you think someone should ask the mayor,” She at last had had enough and stormed out of the room with near expletives, but not without fully expressing herself. Oh yes, Mo—ther, and by all means, have him come to our house for peach cobbler. I can’t wait to meet him!”
This outburst did not discourage the two sisters but gave them an even better idea. Maybe they should open this up to the entire garden club, and women who have eligible daughters. It wouldn’t be fair for just one young woman to meet the mayor they concluded. Instead of a raffle, they could have a progressive dinner so the mayor could go to every family’s home for one course. This could go on for months until he's been to everyone’s house for supper. They were, after all, the co-chairmen of the fundraising committee.
The two women cleared the table, loading the dishwasher, wiping the table, putting leftovers in the refrigerator. For a few moments all was quiet as they mulled over the idea of the mayor coming for dinner and meeting their daughters. Both women didn’t say a word until finally Mabel said, “You know, Lola, Anna Lee would be a good wife for the mayor.”
“She or Cindy! I think Cindy would probably fit in better in politics in that her dad is always in the public eye,” added Lola. Cindy was her only daughter, a twenty year old working at the Keysville Daycare Center next to the First Baptist Church of Keysville.
“Cindy, your daughter Cindy? My word, Lola, she didn’t even go to college and the only public life she’s known is when she helps her dad collect money for the policeman’s ball.”
With this comment, the sisters were back in their pattern of competitiveness. Mabel realized she’d crossed the line again and that her sister was quite sensitive about the differences in their socioeconomic standing in the community. The men were brothers. Joe had always been an outdoorsman, an athlete; he wanted an action job. When he got out of the army, it was only natural he migrated toward police work.
It was too late for apologies as Lola was already walking towards the door in that sort of stiff gate she has when she’s annoyed with someone. “Good supper, but I need to get home. Joe will be off at 11:00 and ready for supper. Thanks for the leftovers for him. He will love your chicken and dumplings and peach cobbler." Lola was unusually tactful to her sister-in-law, but Mabel knew she had really crossed the line one too many times. Trying to clear the air, she added, “You had a great idea tonight about the progressive dinner. I’ll call all our members tonight and mention your idea.”
Less this become another Cinderella story of make believe and fairy tales, I guess I should begin at the beginning of the story that became news across the country. TV news, newspapers, pop magazines, and the web talked of what was happening in Keysville. It did not begin as newsworthy, of course not. It was a very simple story of a man who was the mayor of Keysville and wanted to find a wife.
His neighbor Mabel Moore, that is Mrs. Roy Moore, not Lola Moore who was married to Joseph Moore, wanted to introduce him to her daughter. Mabel mentioned the idea at supper over homemade chicken and dumplings, “Anna Lee, I’ve been hearing rumors.”
“About me, Mother”?
“No, of course not, dear. I heard that Jack Brook is single.”
“Mom, that isn’t exactly a rumor. Everyone’s known that since he ran for mayor over a year ago.”
“But, Anna Lee, what they haven’t known until now is he’s looking for a wife.” Mother and daughter bantered back and forth about Jack Brook until dessert, peach cobbler, (Mabel’s 2 cup recipe—2 cups self rising flour, two cups sugar and two cups of canned peaches, baked for about an hour). “He needs a wife to be a respectable mayor,” and to that even Aunt Lola agreed though both sisters were now giggling.
Lola had been a quiet presence until now, a little tired from her volunteer work with the Keysville Garden Club and just enjoying her meal. “Too many things can happen with a single man in that position. I’ve seen it before; rumors get started about him seeing some divorcee or him taking out of town trips with his secretary or some woman on the city council.”
Anna Lee was not amused at his comment. "Aunt Lola and Mother, can we just talk about something else while I enjoy my cobbler? I don’t care if the man is single or married as long as he puts the street lights back on the square. That is no way to save money, if you ask me.”
With that Anna Lee’s mother and aunt explained their plan they'd talked about earlier at the garden club meeting to have a raffle to buy plants for the neighborhood circle at the corner of their street. The raffle would include a dinner with the mayor.
“Lola, I know the mayor would love this idea. He is green you know, very green from what I hear. He recycles everything. Any way, as I was saying earlier today, these single men never get a homecooked meal these days. I hear he eats every meal at the diner. Can you imagine eating out every meal”? Mabel had a good listener in her sister, and this was one of their latest plans.
“Fifty dollars, Mabel, at least! Why I’ll pay at least $200 to have a chance for him to come to my house for supper. What do you think, Anna Lee?”
“Don’t you think someone should ask the mayor,” She at last had had enough and stormed out of the room with near expletives, but not without fully expressing herself. Oh yes, Mo—ther, and by all means, have him come to our house for peach cobbler. I can’t wait to meet him!”
This outburst did not discourage the two sisters but gave them an even better idea. Maybe they should open this up to the entire garden club, and women who have eligible daughters. It wouldn’t be fair for just one young woman to meet the mayor they concluded. Instead of a raffle, they could have a progressive dinner so the mayor could go to every family’s home for one course. This could go on for months until he's been to everyone’s house for supper. They were, after all, the co-chairmen of the fundraising committee.
The two women cleared the table, loading the dishwasher, wiping the table, putting leftovers in the refrigerator. For a few moments all was quiet as they mulled over the idea of the mayor coming for dinner and meeting their daughters. Both women didn’t say a word until finally Mabel said, “You know, Lola, Anna Lee would be a good wife for the mayor.”
“She or Cindy! I think Cindy would probably fit in better in politics in that her dad is always in the public eye,” added Lola. Cindy was her only daughter, a twenty year old working at the Keysville Daycare Center next to the First Baptist Church of Keysville.
“Cindy, your daughter Cindy? My word, Lola, she didn’t even go to college and the only public life she’s known is when she helps her dad collect money for the policeman’s ball.”
With this comment, the sisters were back in their pattern of competitiveness. Mabel realized she’d crossed the line again and that her sister was quite sensitive about the differences in their socioeconomic standing in the community. The men were brothers. Joe had always been an outdoorsman, an athlete; he wanted an action job. When he got out of the army, it was only natural he migrated toward police work.
It was too late for apologies as Lola was already walking towards the door in that sort of stiff gate she has when she’s annoyed with someone. “Good supper, but I need to get home. Joe will be off at 11:00 and ready for supper. Thanks for the leftovers for him. He will love your chicken and dumplings and peach cobbler." Lola was unusually tactful to her sister-in-law, but Mabel knew she had really crossed the line one too many times. Trying to clear the air, she added, “You had a great idea tonight about the progressive dinner. I’ll call all our members tonight and mention your idea.”
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
What's for Supper--Variation on a Green Bean Casserole
Tuesday, February 23, 2010 at 6:19pm ·
What's for supper? Rozanne's variation on a green bean casserole--cooked French style frozen green beans, sliced piece of red pepper & diced fresh Roma tomato if you have any. Add one diced small-medium red potato or whatever potato you have. Stir in can of mushroom soup with about 1/3 cup leftover cooked diced ham if you have any. Put in prepared dish (butter spray like Pam) and bake an hour or until potato is done. Oh yes. I sprinkled fresh cut onion rings on top, and when it was nearly done I put a small handful of prepared bread crumbs on top spraying with the Pam. Fantastic meal. Actually you can substitute whatever you have on hand, and it will be good just be careful on adding butter, cheese, cream and other things to raise calorie count. Oh and you want to be sure and have green beans or you can't call it green bean casserole!!
What's for supper? Rozanne's variation on a green bean casserole--cooked French style frozen green beans, sliced piece of red pepper & diced fresh Roma tomato if you have any. Add one diced small-medium red potato or whatever potato you have. Stir in can of mushroom soup with about 1/3 cup leftover cooked diced ham if you have any. Put in prepared dish (butter spray like Pam) and bake an hour or until potato is done. Oh yes. I sprinkled fresh cut onion rings on top, and when it was nearly done I put a small handful of prepared bread crumbs on top spraying with the Pam. Fantastic meal. Actually you can substitute whatever you have on hand, and it will be good just be careful on adding butter, cheese, cream and other things to raise calorie count. Oh and you want to be sure and have green beans or you can't call it green bean casserole!!
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