Sunday Evening Musings
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fenchurchAlas, I'm not watching the Emmy's, so I can't join in all the commenting... because, of course, even though the awards ceremony is being held here in the Pacific time zone, we won't get it until three hours after the rest of the country. Dumb, dumb, dumb. And even more stupid, why would anyone on the west coast bother watching? Since all the results are being discussed everywhere online already anyway, by the rest of the country who gets to watch it live.
I'm pretty sure everyone has some type of food that they consider to be "poor food." I don't mean that in a derogatory way... it's just the sort of meal your parents were likely to serve when the money and fresh food supplies started running out before payday. My parents had a bit of an odd choice for "poor food": salmon patties with french fries and fry sauce. My mom would buy canned salmon on sale and keep it in the food storage, and we generally always had saltine crackers and eggs on hand... then it was just a matter of either using frozen french fries or making them from scratch if we had the potatoes. And, of course, fry sauce is just mayo and ketchup. I mention this, because it's what I fixed for dinner tonight... still yummy after all these years. But do you know how hard it is to find saltines without high fructose corn syrup?!? I know it's just a tiny amount, but sheesh, why do we need HFCS in saltine crackers?!?! We ended up running down to PCC Natural Food Market in Kirkland last night to pick up some organic saltines.
In other news, I've got the freezer all stocked with Kashi frozen dinners (they were conveniently on sale at Safeway yesterday) and I picked up four tank tops yesterday at Target, to wear with some of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rackham's button down shirts. I'm trying to get my fill of playing LOTRO, since it's fairly difficult to do one-handed, meaning it's likely to be a few weeks before I can do much with my characters there again. My cough finally seems to be subsiding, although it's hard to tell because I've been taking Mucinex-D at regular intervals (pleasebegonebyTuesdaypleasebegonebyTuesday).
My m-i-l was IM-ing with us earlier today from Cairns, having just left Brisbane (I believe my f-i-l is speaking at several different climate/pollution conferences around Australia and New Zealand, so they decided to make a huge vacation out of it). I'm so jealous... I would love to go back to Australia! I still need to decide if there's anything Australian I want them to pick up for me that I can't get mail order here in the US. It's been so long since we were there, that I'm beginning to forget all the fun things we found... and it's too early to have them snag some Christmas candy/chocolate. Anyway, she made a very good suggestion for the upcoming surgery trip, recommending taking along a towel and a bowl for use on the drive home after the surgery. I wouldn't have thought of that, but I suspect it might come in handy (given the way I tend to react to anesthetics). I'm really hoping that I'm so drugged up that I'll just sleep the whole way home, but I doubt I'll be that lucky. :-p
I'm pretty sure everyone has some type of food that they consider to be "poor food." I don't mean that in a derogatory way... it's just the sort of meal your parents were likely to serve when the money and fresh food supplies started running out before payday. My parents had a bit of an odd choice for "poor food": salmon patties with french fries and fry sauce. My mom would buy canned salmon on sale and keep it in the food storage, and we generally always had saltine crackers and eggs on hand... then it was just a matter of either using frozen french fries or making them from scratch if we had the potatoes. And, of course, fry sauce is just mayo and ketchup. I mention this, because it's what I fixed for dinner tonight... still yummy after all these years. But do you know how hard it is to find saltines without high fructose corn syrup?!? I know it's just a tiny amount, but sheesh, why do we need HFCS in saltine crackers?!?! We ended up running down to PCC Natural Food Market in Kirkland last night to pick up some organic saltines.
In other news, I've got the freezer all stocked with Kashi frozen dinners (they were conveniently on sale at Safeway yesterday) and I picked up four tank tops yesterday at Target, to wear with some of
rackham's button down shirts. I'm trying to get my fill of playing LOTRO, since it's fairly difficult to do one-handed, meaning it's likely to be a few weeks before I can do much with my characters there again. My cough finally seems to be subsiding, although it's hard to tell because I've been taking Mucinex-D at regular intervals (pleasebegonebyTuesdaypleasebegonebyTuesday). My m-i-l was IM-ing with us earlier today from Cairns, having just left Brisbane (I believe my f-i-l is speaking at several different climate/pollution conferences around Australia and New Zealand, so they decided to make a huge vacation out of it). I'm so jealous... I would love to go back to Australia! I still need to decide if there's anything Australian I want them to pick up for me that I can't get mail order here in the US. It's been so long since we were there, that I'm beginning to forget all the fun things we found... and it's too early to have them snag some Christmas candy/chocolate. Anyway, she made a very good suggestion for the upcoming surgery trip, recommending taking along a towel and a bowl for use on the drive home after the surgery. I wouldn't have thought of that, but I suspect it might come in handy (given the way I tend to react to anesthetics). I'm really hoping that I'm so drugged up that I'll just sleep the whole way home, but I doubt I'll be that lucky. :-p
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Date: 2007-09-17 06:36 pm (UTC)Cheap food of childhood - my gran would get a big enamel bowl of fresh fish for only a few pence from the boats - the small plaice that were too small to sell, called dabs, and just dust them with flour and fry them. She'd put a big meat plate full in the middle of the table, and give us a plate of bread and butter and that was it. Oh, and tomato sauce/ketchup.
Mum would give us tinned spaghetti on toast, or Green Giant sweetcorn in a bowl with a slice bread and butter.