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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 5, 2017 5:33:27 GMT -8
Mr Animal is going to Men's Club at church tonight so I'm probably just going to have a salad. Mr A tried to get me to join the Ladies club but they're boring. The men's club cooks dinner, plays cards and drinks beer. The ladies club has dumb ass mother/daughter fashion shows.  I don't have a daughter and there's not even wine. What the hell am I suppose to do? I found some salad mix I like at Aldi's. I'm finally off the Sweet Kale Salad at Sam's club. That stuff was like crack to me for awhile there. I went to Aldi's last week to pick up some salad and I couldn't find it and couldn't remember where they had it hidden so I called out to my son to walk around the produce while I checked the case and right as I was turning toward the case, a woman ran up and grabbed the last big box of salad mix.   I swear she heard me and spotted the last box of mix. Luckily, I noticed the door to the cooler room was right there and I popped in and asked the guy for a box of mix. I scored fresh salad and went right up to the line behind the salad stealer and plopped my box of fresh salad right there and smiled at her. Bitch. |
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 5, 2017 5:35:11 GMT -8
What's Grandpa saying @:12? Five kinds of dreets?  |
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Post by acptulsa on Sept 5, 2017 7:00:35 GMT -8
Laughing last and laughing best is definitely a lifeskill.
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 5, 2017 7:05:04 GMT -8
Laughing last and laughing best is definitely a lifeskill. Damn straight. A good salad is serious business. |
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 8, 2017 15:10:55 GMT -8
For the party tomorrow, I'm making taco roll ups, guacamole, cheese dip, pulling some green chili verde (that's what I call it to make fun of Mr A) out of the freezer, and Mr A is bringing home a couple of hundred chicken wings. I'm also putting out some goat cheese and toast points, boiled shrimp, corn on the cob and a few more little bites.
I've got plenty of beer and liquor. Hopefully, no one will notice if I run out of food.
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 9, 2017 5:10:07 GMT -8
Everything's done. I just have to wash a few dishes and mop the kitchen floor. I would've done it already but my doge decided to nap right in front of the kitchen sink. He seems to know exactly where I plan on working and going to sleep in that exact spot. The other day, I was doing dishes and Mr A was in the garage. Well, right as I was walking up to the sink, doge went a laid down almost in my way. I popped my head in the garage and told Mr A he almost foiled my plan but he gave me just enough room - by the time I got back to the sink, he had moved to right in my way. I swear that doge can read my mind.
I also have to boil the shrimp and mix up the guac but Ill wait until people start showing up. I also need to wash the doge's butt hole, bless his heart. I've been doing it everyday for a week or so. I dunno what's going on back there. I have to do it when Mr A isn't around because he thinks doge needs to be put down and the dirty butt hole would only give him more ammo. He's also with holding my kitchen remodel until the doge passes because he says we can replace the kitchen door. It has a doggy door and he doesn't want another pet. If he thinks I'll cave over a kitchen remodel, that man has no idea how much I love that doge. I'd happily look at my outdated kitchen for the rest of my life and wash his butt hole everyday if he could stick around.
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Post by acptulsa on Sept 10, 2017 15:59:40 GMT -8
Barbequed chicken breast in the Weber while I simmered zucchini and green peppers--and onions and spices--in the navy beans. Then put it all together for white chili.
Or, if you prefer, chili con pollo.
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 11, 2017 8:46:46 GMT -8
I LOVE white chili. I do it sans pollo. It doesn't even need the chicken as far as I'm concerned.
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Post by acptulsa on Sept 11, 2017 9:26:42 GMT -8
How do you get the smoke flavor in it without the chicken? I can't keep the beans balanced on the grill.
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 11, 2017 9:57:52 GMT -8
How do you get the smoke flavor in it without the chicken? I can't keep the beans balanced on the grill. You go to a lot more trouble than I do. I saute up some celery and onions, dump in a can of Northern beans, and throw in a pack of McCormick white chili seasoning.  |
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Post by acptulsa on Sept 11, 2017 10:08:51 GMT -8
White chili seasoning? That's a thing?
That's racist!
I use basically the same spices for con carne and con pollo, except I add sage with chicken.
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Post by willie with tan lines on Sept 11, 2017 10:17:02 GMT -8
White chili seasoning? That's a thing? That's racist! I use basically the same spices for con carne and con pollo, except I add sage with chicken.  Chili privilege. |
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Post by acptulsa on Sept 11, 2017 15:27:46 GMT -8
Cooked pasta and sautéed green pepper, zuccini and onion in olive oil, garlic, marjoram and parsley. Put them together with some more of the smoked chicken, chopped tomato, black olives and basil and drizzled it all with white wine vinegar.
I don't know if it has a name, but it hit the spot.
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Post by Origanalist on Sept 11, 2017 17:42:26 GMT -8
Cooked pasta and sautéed green pepper, zuccini and onion in olive oil, garlic, marjoram and parsley. Put them together with some more of the smoked chicken, chopped tomato, black olives and basil and drizzled it all with white wine vinegar. I don't know if it has a name, but it hit the spot. Oh, that sounds tastyyyyyyy |
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Post by Origanalist on Sept 11, 2017 17:48:23 GMT -8
Tonight I'm having chicken salsa nachos made from boneless chicken breasts from yesterdays football game diced up and marinated in my salsa for a day, drained and covered with cheese.
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I don't have a daughter and there's not even wine. What the hell am I suppose to do?
I swear she heard me and spotted the last box of mix. Luckily, I noticed the door to the cooler room was right there and I popped in and asked the guy for a box of mix. I scored fresh salad and went right up to the line behind the salad stealer and plopped my box of fresh salad right there and smiled at her. Bitch.
