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Send a nuuude
message to someone you love. Check the gallery for
inspiration.
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Do you write like a man or a woman? You'd better double-check.
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Tell me. Who in your family gets
one of these for Christmas?
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Or how about a vintage Talking
Ken doll? I can think of a million things he can
say in addition to "Let's go to the big game tonight."
Too many jokes can be made here. I will refrain.
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Parents will truly understand the beauty that is Parenting
Bingo.
I
just swiped an empty maple syrup can out of my neighbors
garbage. I have big plans for it.
BWA
HA!
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Julie's
post about grilled peanut butter reminded me that we
have a Hot N' Toasty sandwich maker. It is a
bit of a relic (I am secretly afraid of it starting
an electrical fire, so I never leave it unattended)
but it makes a good, hot, crustless* sandwich, complete
with a wee divot so you know where to cut it. In case
you weren't sure. ;)
I
felt inspired to make this thing called a grilled PB
sandwich. I slathered butter on two sides of
two pieces of bread. I put PB in between, and
popped it ye Hot N'Toasty. I brought the lid
down. It squashed it together and made a good sizzling
sound. It was getting Hot AND Toasty!
Emma
gave it a good review. I made a hot ham n' cheese for
myself, which was also very good, but that's about as
creative as I get with the Hot N'Toasty.
The
recipes which came with the booklet are otherwise questionable,
and date back to an era where people at too much mayonnaise
and marshmallows. And even combined them sometimes.
*
I toss uneaten crusts outside. When toast is on the
menu, many crusts are left on the girls' plates. Too
many, in fact.
I
have never understood people who don't eat crusts. I
remember, as a young kid, eating over at a friends house.
He didn't eat the crusts. I was shocked. Why? It's
just part of the bread?
I
have always felt bad about tossing crusts into the garbage.
Honestly, there are so many that I could make a new
loaf of bread out of them all, all I would have to do
is add a little water… Ok, scratch that.
So
instead of having them calcify inside sealed garbage
bags in a garbage dump for a thousand years I have been
feeding them to the neighborhood wildlife. I think I
have become the best (human) friend of all resident
squirrels and birds. Sometimes we've looked out the
window to see a squirrel running down the tightrope
(aka telephone wire) weighed down by a sticky half bagel
with peanut butter. I like to think they're happy. I'm
happy the squirrels are happy. JUST STAY AWAY FROM THE
TULIP BULBS. Grr.
I
am also certain my neighbors think I am nutty. Every
morning they see me fling a plate full of whole grain
crusts into the hedge. I wonder.
Our
coffee grounds also get thrown into the same area (see
garbage dump related argument above), although I try
to aim for the soil underneath the plants instead of
the hedge. I try to dilute it with some water before
tossing it. I don't do this because of my belief that
plants need caffeine, but the grounds help fertilize
the soil. It doesn't work so well in the winter (try
to ignore the huge brown circular 'stain' on the snow,
okay?), but in the summer it's fine. Interesting article
here.
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