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Gender: Female
Home country: US
Current location: retired to MidWest
Member since: Mon Feb 18, 2013, 10:15 PM
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About Me

Still an ardent Irish-American Catholic damnYankee Yellow Dog Democrat socialist after all these years. (cue Simon music) Army brat and wife for many years, now have been on the loose far longer than I was married. After my two red chows died, I took in a mini-beagle cross that I named Molly Maguire, thinking she might need a good Irish name like my original real one. Later she got a baby sister, a smooth-coat JRT I named Brigid after the greatest of the ancient Celtic goddesses. My great-grandfather and his son fought for Michael Collins and barely made it out of Ireland one step ahead of John Bull. They slipped over to Wales for new identities and then forward to the States for a fresh start. That makes me second generation of illegal but certainly justified immigrants. There are precious few people to whose defense I fly immediately, but the list includes Hillary Clinton, President Barack Obama even when I disagree with him - it happens! - and living Irish patriots Gerry Adams and Martin \\\'Mind Your Kneecaps\\\' McGuiness. I pray earnestly for a united and free Ireland rescued from all official British occupation, with every square inch of alleged \\\'ancestral lands\\\' now held immorally and illegally by the invaders returned to the rightful owners. Irish-only rule for Ireland. No foreign masters anymore! I find it passing strange when Brits chide ME about \'interfering\' in Irish politics!

Journal Archives

Thank you, everyone. You've given me quite a few good ideas.

I didn't know the vile stuff could be disguised in various cooked dishes. As long as I don't have to look at it in the finished product, that's dandy. I make soup and casseroles all the time. Living alone I tend to prefer one pot/one pan dishes. And since meat's a little pricey, especially in a remote area like this, I often get protein from other sources such as eggs, which are usually scrambled. Luckily I never met a bean I didn't love.

Speaking of scrambled eggs, in gratitude I'll share my favorite secret ingredient for that dish: for 2 XL or jumbos, add maybe 1/16 tsp OR LESS of vodka; failing that, real vanilla. In cooking they're virtually interchangeable

Let's put it this way: since my dogs have to be put in the house on those rare times

when I go out because one neighbor who's the police chief's buddy likes to call in noise complaints, so I have to take that measure to foil his false complaints about 'persistent barking'. This is partly payback because the old coot wants a girlfriend and I'm unwilling. No, I'd never kill a chipmunk if I could help it, but HE would in a heartbeat. When my chows were alive, after he first moved in next door I caught him leaning over the fence, waving his arms and swearing to rile them up. Then of course he'd run inside and call in a noise complaint. Which led to a stirring town council meeting when I registered a furious public response which pretty much stopped that little game. This is a tiny backwater town where everybody knows everything that happens five minutes later, and the police chief knows the loss of a single vote could unseat him. So I've found my best protection against the worst abuses is to make a scene at those meetings, and then people tend to stop it. I don't care what they say about me, but the rest of them really hate being outted in public. It punctures that false screen of piety and superiority they like to wear. They'll commit all sorts of devilry but the MAJOR SIN is publicly exposing them.

Would chipmunks learn your schedule? Quite possibly. They're rodents after all, and rodents tend to be very smart. But they have to live too, so I leave most critters alone or at least try not to harm them. I actually had more 'visitors' before the JRT came along. She's far more aggressive than the beagle/pom. Too large for AKC registration, too. They naturally have a wide height range, being so closely related to fox terriers. Since they were bred to run foxes to ground and kill them in their dens, they're not the least bit afraid of anything that moves.

Thanks; I'll check it out in the very near future and post results. It looks good.

For affordability I retired to a remote corner of the Midwest, and shopping trips are weekly at best. I might take it real easy on the seasoned salt, though, because the original dressing as I remember it was very creamy and sweet. Probably bad for you, but I even used to put it on ice cream.

Thanks again.

Two dogs that stay outdoors most of the time in decent weather when I'm home.

A mini-beagle/pom cross and a JRT. They discourage other critters during growing season, and I have a big fence to keep them in. Of course then you have to deal with problems the dogs themselves cause, but they're minor compared to other critters. Can't get 'em to do a thing about insects, though; and since I don't use pesticides, there's a certain amount of loss there. But it's worthwhile anyway. Something eats the cabbage leaves. I go out every morning checking for worms, but they must have figured out my schedule because I never see anything.

Does anyone know a good Lawry's lemon salad dressing hack?

The office said they don't make it anymore and politely refused to share any trade secrets. I'm not trying to start a business or anything; but I really don't want the kind that has pepper in it now. I've tried lemon salad dressing recipies found on the web but they came up far short of my beloved Lawry's in the past.

After several disappointments I'm determined to try again. Suggestions? (I've already soaked my head and had it examined too - doc found nothing.)

For Anyone Who Hates Cottage Cheese

as I did all my life, until ...drum roll... I tried mixing it with vanilla whey protein powder, plus a little extra liquid pure vanilla and fruit of choice.

Chocolate was about the only thing I could ever tolerate powdered, so I'm even extra late to the protein powder. I was convinced it would make me gag, although normally I'll eat anything that can't bite back. So first I tried the vanilla whey as a (yep, powdered) coffee creamer and fell in love with it. I suppose it was only a matter of time until the cottage cheese prohibition fell. I'd read about putting it through the blender to eliminate those scary blobs, but I'm too busy (or lazy) for that.

Anyone else have alterations/additives they might care to share? I'm afraid I might turn into such a cottage cheese eater that more variations could be needed to avoid boredom.

Forgive me for this serious breach in straying so far off topic,

But when someone mentions demons, I recall a woman who had a place at an LA condo complex where I lived while searching for a house. She was a hardcore fundie to start with, but she decided to stand in the center court and start preaching loudly to people. Nobody wanted to make a disturbing the peace call because she was also the type who'd slit your tires. Several people begged her to tone it down, but that only made her louder.

Finally I told everybody to relax, I knew how to stop her. They didn't believe me until I disappeared into my own condo and came out a few minutes later dressed in the most outlandish costume imaginable. Among other accessories I wore a vaguely Irish ancient-type costume with all sorts of silly noisemakers attached, like a set of metal measuring spoons. I ordered her to be silent in the name of the high priestess SomebodyOrOther, and when she caught her breath enough to resume preaching, I started to dance around her chanting nonsense incantations. I even took a bowl of water and flicked drops in her direction.

Now she had a screechy voice but it was no match for a determined trained contralto. When she raised the volume, I just shouted over her until she gave up and went indoors. Best fun I ever had. She was really convinced I'm a witch. Maybe sometimes I am, but not that kind.

I've got iron skillets in virtually every size ever made. I can always lay my hands on one easily


Grew up playing ball w/my brothers, and spent years in a dojo that was no dance class like so many are; so when I throw anything, I seldom miss either. I once won a contest in college by throwing wadded up paper the greatest distance behind my back into a small wastebasket. So what if we were only vying for the last piece of pizza? It was the principle that counted. I followed my defeated opponent all around the room, slurping and smacking like a pig, waving the last morsel in front of her face.

Before you decide I was being mean, she had tried to beat me to that last piece when I'd called dibs on it after only 2 pieces myself. She'd already had 3. Greedy little so and so got what she deserved, and she never tried to take anything away from me again. Later she said something snarky about it to me on another public occasion. I just made loud chewing noises and licked my fingers. She left me alone after that.

I've looked in all the catalogs w/o success.

Do you think rubbing a little sulphur behind my ears would help? I think rotten eggs produce sulphur, don't they? At least eggs are readily available.

So am I! Why else do you think I revel in food fantasies so much?

Talk about going to sleep with dreams of sugarplums dancing in my head...
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