tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post113294089775342248..comments2023-09-06T09:07:34.447-05:00Comments on Slyeyes' Ramblings: THE YEAR OF THE PUMPKIN BISQUE.....and other Thanksgiving Day DisastersDonnaJohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04492769993333488781noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1133782355422992662005-12-05T05:32:00.000-06:002005-12-05T05:32:00.000-06:00You have a great blog! I'm definitely going to boo...You have a great blog! I'm definitely going to bookmark. I found a site <A HREF="http://www.bestchristmasever.com/" REL="nofollow">christmas cards</A> with a great article I think you'll like.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1133474262889920532005-12-01T15:57:00.000-06:002005-12-01T15:57:00.000-06:00The best one in our family was the year that my mu...The best one in our family was the year that my mum had a little too much wine, took a "nap" (i.e. passed out) on the couch, and didn't wake up until the turkey was in cinders (we were all outside doing good healthy home chores.)<BR/><BR/>We ended up having leftover chicken with all the rest of the fixings!Higgyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17705824739575363627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1133382790678142662005-11-30T14:33:00.000-06:002005-11-30T14:33:00.000-06:00Bah dump bah dump dumpBump Bump: )*goes to check F...Bah dump bah dump dump<BR/><BR/>Bump Bump<BR/><BR/>: )<BR/><BR/>*goes to check Fish Tree*MrFisherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12597978093900180678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1133321654967791652005-11-29T21:34:00.000-06:002005-11-29T21:34:00.000-06:00Aunt Nancy.... I like your plaque. Fish: Is your ...Aunt Nancy.... I like your plaque. <BR/><BR/>Fish: Is your mom related to Eva Gabor? --- That reminds me of the "scraped pizza" Lisa Douglas used to serve on Green Acres.<BR/><BR/>*geezer alert*DonnaJohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04492769993333488781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1133226012948729132005-11-28T19:00:00.000-06:002005-11-28T19:00:00.000-06:00I can't cook, and I can't choose from amongst my m...I can't cook, and I can't choose from amongst my many disaster stories to share one. Therefore, I shall share the poem that's on a plaque I painted. (The plaque hangs in my kitchen.)<BR/><BR/>He who comes here must trust to fate<BR/>To tempt his palate and fill his plate<BR/>Sometimes there is, sometimes there ain't<BR/>I am no cook; I like to paint!Aunt Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00073643264874068870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1133218201651580082005-11-28T16:50:00.000-06:002005-11-28T16:50:00.000-06:00The audience enters and reads all stories.BRAVO!!!...<I>The audience enters and reads all stories.</I><BR/><BR/><I>BRAVO!!!</I><BR/><BR/><BR/>There HAS to be an audience, doesn't there?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1133207598384702642005-11-28T13:53:00.000-06:002005-11-28T13:53:00.000-06:00This year, my mother kept her tradition of burning...This year, my mother kept her tradition of burning something alive and well, burnt.<BR/><BR/>I had just arrived and she was topping the yams with large marshmellows and popped them in the oven. <BR/><BR/>She walked over and took Aiden from my arms to hold him and then my sister and her fiance arrived and she forgot about the Yams! <BR/><BR/>As soom as my sister made her way into the kitchen sha said uh, what's that smoking in the.......my mom tosses me back Aiden and runs over and jerks the oven door open and screams "Watch out! Watch out!! Move! Move!!"<BR/><BR/>And the kitchen filled with smoke as she pulled out the yams now covered with blackened marshmellows. I said, well I guess this year we're having Cajun Sweet Potatoes! As my mother went over to the smoke detector that was busy screeching most hideously at the top of its lings (who they had lungs?) and started waving a towel in front of it. <BR/><BR/>She said "well, I guess you'll just have to scrap the top off of them. Shut up."<BR/><BR/>Classic!MrFisherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12597978093900180678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1133099115882051392005-11-27T07:45:00.000-06:002005-11-27T07:45:00.000-06:00Bisque is thicker than soup and generally more of ...Bisque is thicker than soup and generally more of an autumn dish. And yesterday was apparently a bisque day for me. At lunch, I had a cup of tomato bisque and at dinner, I had a cup of butternut squash bisque, which was wonderful! Velvetty smooth, and kind of reminded me of the pumpkin bisque I had in Wheeling.DonnaJohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04492769993333488781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1133022927701531582005-11-26T10:35:00.000-06:002005-11-26T10:35:00.000-06:00Susan, that's hilarious! It reminds me of the Dan...Susan, that's hilarious! It reminds me of the Dan Aykroyd/Julia Child routine: "Save the chicken!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1133012785433966532005-11-26T07:46:00.000-06:002005-11-26T07:46:00.000-06:00*snork*SAVE THE CHEESE!*snork*<BR/><BR/>SAVE THE CHEESE!Leetiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16958241640306875185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1132981083103348592005-11-25T22:58:00.000-06:002005-11-25T22:58:00.000-06:00Two Christmases ago, my sister and her then fiance...Two Christmases ago, my sister and her then fiance (now husband) came for the holidays. My mother was making macaroni and cheese. The water had come to a boil for the macaroni. So...my mother dumps in the shredded cheddar cheese. Then realizing her mistake, panicked...and dumped the pot of BOILING water into a collander, thinking she could save the cheddar.<BR/><BR/>Shredded cheese does not last long in boiling water.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1132973026821622232005-11-25T20:43:00.000-06:002005-11-25T20:43:00.000-06:00Pumpkin bisque? (*shudder*)I'm with your daughters...Pumpkin bisque? (*shudder*)<BR/><BR/>I'm with your daughters on that one, sly.<BR/><BR/>Once, early in our marriage, we had a lot of my relatives over for some holiday dinner. My Uncle Jack (actually, great uncle by marriage) ate an entire pot of meatballs. From that day on Jackie always made enough food for Coxey's Army (a reference my mother used to make when we were kids, which I didn't get until learning who he was many years later).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1132971887086857762005-11-25T20:24:00.000-06:002005-11-25T20:24:00.000-06:00Did she also make the gelatinous goo that surround...Did she also make the gelatinous goo that surrounds Spam?DonnaJohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04492769993333488781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13791258.post-1132963217867999812005-11-25T18:00:00.000-06:002005-11-25T18:00:00.000-06:00this isn't a holiday story, but my Mom once spent ...this isn't a holiday story, but my Mom once spent all day preparing some kind of French ham recipe,putting in various spices and so on. When she was done, she said ,"Oh my God, I've made Spam!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com