I don't need her cookies to give me diarrhea I'll just look at her picture. And if I want to up the ante and achieve projectile vomiting I'll listen to her sing her tunes.
My wife and one daughter were talking a little while ago about Taylor's ticket prices. I finally said WHY? Taylor sucks. You would've thought I said the pope is corrupt! I had to run away to the basement and drink more beer.
If the Girl Scouts don't grab it with their indigestible cookies, we could probably set up a stand in front of Wal-Mart or Home Depot for benefit of KTSFC.
I still have the newspaper clipping from when my twin brother and I spent some quality time in our local ER, getting our 2 year old stomach's pumped, over a bottle of orange flavored St. Joseph's Children's Aspirin. I ate 2, he finished the rest of the bottle. For some reason the doctors don't trust a 2 year old. But they make certain that you never forget getting your stomach pumped. And it is about the oldest memory I have from that young of an age. No wonder there were times when my mom called my grandmother down the street and said, "Come and get these kids, before I kill them!" I don't think she meant it, but twin boys, who knows? No doubt the legal system would go easy on her, given some of my brother and my cute little anecdotes. Not so cute at the time, of course. Like when I tipped over her China Cabinet, with all of her fancy cut crystal and depression era glassware. I thought that I was kind enough to save one piece for her, so that she was able to salvage that one plate. Which when she picked it up, she threw it so hard against the floor it hit almost every single wall in the room. My dad and her swept up the mess, they dumped it into our 55 gal. burning drum out by the road. In the middle of the night, it started to explode, like the powder magazine of a seagoing Navy vessel. It seems as if one of the sugar bowls was one that my oldest brother had been saving his firecrackers for the 4th of July. And the garbage was burned that evening, so the fuses started burning at about 1 AM. Picture my mom and dad, in their pj's with a bucket of water, by the road dumping water into the barrel, trying to put out the fire so that the firecrackers would stop exploding. We lived in a very tiny town, but we did have a police force, 1 cop, that usually only worked a day shift, but he had gotten a couple of calls waking him up, so he drove down, and stopped to laugh at my parents. I am lucky that my parents were the good ones, and they were not mad, but they laughed as well, the next day. The way Tom and I, Tim, ended up, he was always in trouble, doing pot in high school, etc. While I always did what was expected of me, treated everyone kindly, no matter their station in life, be they the poorest or weirdest or the wealthiest. I felt at ease with all, because to me people are people, no matter what. I spent my entire life working with my hands, from the age of 11 as a baby sitter, then at 14 washing dishes for .50 cents per hour in my parents restaurant, and the other high school jobs. Then my adult life in a factory. But I never felt any less of a decent human being just because I choose to make a living making steel. I made good money, and now that I am on SSD, due to both chronic back pain, and to migraines, that just won't go away, along with my wife's newly received Social Security benefits, plus help from my 26 year old daughter who gets SSI, due to only having one eye, my household income is almost the exact same as it was when I was working full time. Only it is tax free. So all of the 12 hour days, 7 days a week, for months on end, finally paid off. Of course, that contributed to my body wearing out sooner than desired, and I ended up with a trip to the orthopedic medicenter tonight, due to the fact that this week I have not been able to function very well, the same week my wife had her second knee replaced. The thing is, I still can think of a million things to be thankful for, and so I just wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving to Wirecutter and Ms.Lisa, and everyone else who might find their way here. For one day, ignore all the news, and embrace that which we have, including at least for now, the freedoms that our founding fathers sought to hold onto, for those of us that they knew would follow. May the Lord Bless us for yet another season. For anyone who might not believe in a deity, the same sentiments are appropriate. May the coming season be one of joy and happiness, and a renewal of our freedoms, with as little violence as possible.
So it's a typical cookie recipe with the hipster twist of flavoring with some cinnamon and chai tea. I'm sure it'll be a TikTok trend.
I can't remember the last time I made cookies. Been years. I can say that proper homemade cookies contain chocolate chips. Ugh, now I'm craving some. Oh well, it's coming up on Christmas baking time anyway.
Aaa, no thanks......
ReplyDeleteI figured her to be more of a cream-pie afficionado
ReplyDeleteI don't need her cookies to give me diarrhea I'll just look at her picture. And if I want to up the ante and achieve projectile vomiting I'll listen to her sing her tunes.
ReplyDeleteTaylor Swift is at the exact center of the universe.
ReplyDeleteMaking cookies.
Awesome.
Nooooo
ReplyDeleteMy wife and one daughter were talking a little while ago about Taylor's ticket prices. I finally said WHY? Taylor sucks. You would've thought I said the pope is corrupt! I had to run away to the basement and drink more beer.
ReplyDeleteIf the Girl Scouts don't grab it with their indigestible cookies, we could probably set up a stand in front of Wal-Mart or Home Depot for benefit of KTSFC.
ReplyDeleteWe'd be mobbed. Depending on the location of the Walmart, we'd be mobbed and then robbed.
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ReplyDeleteI still have the newspaper clipping from when my twin brother and I spent some quality time in our local ER, getting our 2 year old stomach's pumped, over a bottle of orange flavored St. Joseph's Children's Aspirin. I ate 2, he finished the rest of the bottle. For some reason the doctors don't trust a 2 year old. But they make certain that you never forget getting your stomach pumped. And it is about the oldest memory I have from that young of an age.
No wonder there were times when my mom called my grandmother down the street and said, "Come and get these kids, before I kill them!" I don't think she meant it, but twin boys, who knows? No doubt the legal system would go easy on her, given some of my brother and my cute little anecdotes. Not so cute at the time, of course. Like when I tipped over her China Cabinet, with all of her fancy cut crystal and depression era glassware. I thought that I was kind enough to save one piece for her, so that she was able to salvage that one plate. Which when she picked it up, she threw it so hard against the floor it hit almost every single wall in the room.
My dad and her swept up the mess, they dumped it into our 55 gal. burning drum out by the road. In the middle of the night, it started to explode, like the powder magazine of a seagoing Navy vessel. It seems as if one of the sugar bowls was one that my oldest brother had been saving his firecrackers for the 4th of July. And the garbage was burned that evening, so the fuses started burning at about 1 AM.
Picture my mom and dad, in their pj's with a bucket of water, by the road dumping water into the barrel, trying to put out the fire so that the firecrackers would stop exploding. We lived in a very tiny town, but we did have a police force, 1 cop, that usually only worked a day shift, but he had gotten a couple of calls waking him up, so he drove down, and stopped to laugh at my parents. I am lucky that my parents were the good ones, and they were not mad, but they laughed as well, the next day. The way Tom and I, Tim, ended up, he was always in trouble, doing pot in high school, etc. While I always did what was expected of me, treated everyone kindly, no matter their station in life, be they the poorest or weirdest or the wealthiest. I felt at ease with all, because to me people are people, no matter what. I spent my entire life working with my hands, from the age of 11 as a baby sitter, then at 14 washing dishes for .50 cents per hour in my parents restaurant, and the other high school jobs. Then my adult life in a factory. But I never felt any less of a decent human being just because I choose to make a living making steel. I made good money, and now that I am on SSD, due to both chronic back pain, and to migraines, that just won't go away, along with my wife's newly received Social Security benefits, plus help from my 26 year old daughter who gets SSI, due to only having one eye, my household income is almost the exact same as it was when I was working full time. Only it is tax free. So all of the 12 hour days, 7 days a week, for months on end, finally paid off. Of course, that contributed to my body wearing out sooner than desired, and I ended up with a trip to the orthopedic medicenter tonight, due to the fact that this week I have not been able to function very well, the same week my wife had her second knee replaced. The thing is, I still can think of a million things to be thankful for, and so I just wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving to Wirecutter and Ms.Lisa, and everyone else who might find their way here. For one day, ignore all the news, and embrace that which we have, including at least for now, the freedoms that our founding fathers sought to hold onto, for those of us that they knew would follow. May the Lord Bless us for yet another season. For anyone who might not believe in a deity, the same sentiments are appropriate. May the coming season be one of joy and happiness, and a renewal of our freedoms, with as little violence as possible.
So it's a typical cookie recipe with the hipster twist of flavoring with some cinnamon and chai tea. I'm sure it'll be a TikTok trend.
ReplyDeleteI can't remember the last time I made cookies. Been years. I can say that proper homemade cookies contain chocolate chips. Ugh, now I'm craving some. Oh well, it's coming up on Christmas baking time anyway.