To: Crocodile who wrote (37500 ) 9/9/1999 4:41:00 PM From: Gauguin Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 71178
Well, darned if those sun-dried tomatoes aren't so sweet and tasty that we're eating them up as if they were dried apricots or something... Probably won't be nary a one left come December...or Hallowe'en for that matter. Bummer...)-: I hate when that happens. You're trying to be a good squirrel, and the stuff is too good. "Well, young lady, that's the way Mr Rodent doesn't have any acorns for the winter. Mr Rodent's nuts have been cut off." You start giggling, and she slaps you with the greasy spatula. I don't think there was a mature tomato grown in Oregon this summer, and the idea of sun-drying them is laughable. But I would really like to know how, for when I move, when my sentence is over. (So far, 27 years, it must have been a multiple homicide. During a burglary shoot-out. In the Vatican.).....hot-honey mustard... Yesiree... Yesiree....speaks for itself, don't it? I love that stuff. Have several bottles deep. Expensive. Must not discover shortage when sandwiching.....Making batches of pesto this morning... Kitchen is filled with the aroma of garlic and basil... yet another version of heaven. You are SO right, Honey Mustard. MJ comes home from the garden market with bags and bags of basil. "Do you think I bought too much?" "No!" (I have a forklift.) (And another for my mouth.) There will be piles of basil on all the counters; and the garlic, walnuts and pecans, and little secret things it would be best if I knew nothing about so as not to....forget. Purples, and ones named after countries or people or fruits......eeeeeeeeeee!! "Do you think this one is too licorice?" "No!" The blender. Needs cleaned. Several times. 1)Yum, 2)yum, 3)yum. I married well. Well, she married me. (Everbody makes mistakes.) Paradise is a kitchen, with windows.