Secret Messages

I had no idea that some of my comments were actually being read. Accidentally, I hit on the comments link and low and behold there were a few comments from some loyal readers.

From Ginger Snaps I learned that our friends in the animal kingdom do get the same medications. We are even treating cancers with similar protocols, as well as heart disease, diabetes, and constipation. You might not like the size of some of our pills, though.

From Sara Bean: I, for one, would not like to take a gorilla pill.

So you lucky bloggers, there is hope for your pet gorilla. Any one like to share their favorite gorilla pill story!

To my sister inlaw, Fran who wrote: You have me making turnips now! I can't even stand the smell but once a year, regular as clockwork, I make a dish of mashed turnips, yellow potatoes - Nose clips work. The "regular as clockwork" is that a result of colace or dulcolax.

And also to Fran: The soup from a coffee maker is made without coffee grinds. Use a new filter!

To Sara,Robbie and Fran: I left the fingertips in the turnip water for flavor. You will get to taste that in the next batch of soup I made - Pea(sic)soup. Sara you should know that editing word.

Well, Thanksgiving was great. The company was good, the food delicious and Brian stayed awake throughout despite the glass of wine.

Five pots on four burners

Hey Brian and gang

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I hope your commute was pleasant this week. Have to say, I am pretty much cooked out.

Knowing I would need all my burners I tried doubling the recipe for cranberry sauce. Guess what, it turned into Cranberry soup. The pot didn't know I had changed the menu. Well, I tried re-doing the soup into sauce. I am hoping it will jell. In any case, I have a back-up supply of cranberries to start over.

Next, I decided to cook chicken soup from scratch. The cooking process of converting chicken necks and backs into soup took 2 hours. Not bad!! Now I had twice as much chicken broth than I needed. Then came the actual recipe. Not wanting to repeat the cranberry disaster, I set up 2 batches to use up the double portion of broth. This required chopping, mixing and stirring with both hands while watching NCIS. I know you liked the chicken and rice soup I made for you. But I didn't think you wanted a gallon of chicken rice. So to half of the brew, I added barley instead of rice. Now you are required to drink literally a gallon of chicken soup, with a fiber choice!

Of course, all this is taking time away from the chocolate pudding and the turnips. Feeling in need of some consolation I decided on the pudding first. Reasoning: I could either drink the results or lick the pot if I succeeded in getting pudding instead of soup. Hurray, it turned into pudding.

Now today I am in a rush. Six pounds of turnips await. Will they be soup? pudding? or vegetable side dish!! Since I've done this forever, I am not so much afraid the recipe will fail. However, did you ever try to cut up a wax turnip. You need a chain saw. I've got 3 two-pound cannonballs to deal with. What will happen? Will I cut up my countertop? cut off a finger? or savagely demolish and eventually mash the turnips in butter. I better get started and stop this procrastination! See you tomorrow. Love and kisses to you all and a Happy Thanksgiving to all your bloggers.

SaraBean the Sage

Uncle Brian

You don't need a doctor, just call Sara. If she had a prescription pad she could take over Dr S's job. Thanks Sara, I left my Merck Manual in PA.

Maybe we can get Ginger Snap's in on the medical side of blogs also. Hey Ginger, do your friends in the animal kingdom get the same drugs for the same reasons. If not, why not? In other words, how do you treat a gorilla with constipation?

Brian to get the correct combo of symptom relievers, just mix 1 pill with a cup of chicken soup. More is on the way. By the way, some ethnic groups want to take full credit for chicken soup cures. I know for a fact that it was invented by the Irish.

My travelling companion, a first generation Sicilian-American raised on the lower east side, has provided a true Italian dish of meatballs and sauce. At this point frozen. She send her love and best wishes.

Now for some humor - first about the cook:"Everything she cooks turns out tough. Can anyone lend me a soup knife?" and • He found a great way to eat his wife's soup. He pretends it's mud.


then about the train commuter:• A SOUPerstition is the place where the platform is where one waits to catch the Soup of the Day and "We were eating in this open-air café when it started raining. It took us an hour and a half to finish our soup."

And the Monday special questions:How do you feel about being SOUPervised?
What does a marSOUPial do?

Enough already!! Love, to all the bloggers and especially to you Brian XOXOXO M

brain drain

Well, after 10 hours, I finally figured out how to get my blog to get to yours. Hope your day went well yesterday and that today is even better.

Now that I am out of the blog soup pot, here are some wise words: Whenever I order alphabet soup, I also order a waffle. That way I can do the crossword puzzle while I eat.

If you run out of my soup, here is a quick recipe. Just put your favorite soup mix in the top of your coffeemaker. Then pour the water into the machine. Voila, you'll have hot soup in no time at all!!

ouch!!

If you're over 40, blogs are not good for the technologically challenged. BB can't you find an easier way to get your story told. I understand that pencil and carbon paper are still available. I know I've got some! M