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That's what I do with leftover buttermilk pancake batter. After all, it's all just flour and buttermilk. At least that's what my Dad taught me. Don't waste.
Not a science fiction movie. This is happening. The news reports have not reported what kind of bees attacked. But it has been known for years that African Killer Bees are in The USA.
I've been getting an "intrusion alarm" in my Mach-E over the past week or so. I saw a mouse the other day, so figured he was the culprit. Happiness is a mouse in the trap this morning!
I've been getting an "intrusion alarm" in my Mach-E over the past week or so. I saw a mouse the other day, so figured he was the culprit. Happiness is a mouse in the trap this morning!
In the middle of the night, I get a call. "The bathroom sink is backed up." Of course. It's always in the middle of the night. It wasn't so bad in the old days when Wal*Mart & Home Depot were open 24 hours. But these days, you can't run to the store to pick up a tool or replacement part. I got it taken care of. Plumbing isn't that complicated. Pressure in the line delivers water. Gravity takes it away. Bathroom sinks are usually clogged by soap, lint, hair.... usually nothing huge like a Nerf football. I got lucky. A plunger provided enough pressure and vacuum to slowly drain the water. Then I "fixed" it with baking soda and vinegar. An old trick I learned from my Dad. Although I was prepared to remove the pipe at the p-trap, and use an auger.
What do you do when the horrible tenant, who clogs up the plumbing, is your Dad? The same guy who paid for the house. I can't raise his rent from zero to $1. I can't deduct it from his security deposit. I can't evict him. I just have to suck it up like any other landlord, and fix things for the tenant..... always in the middle of the night, on a weekend...... or in the middle of the night on a holiday weekend. Dad's old now. It's his privilege to make me fix things....... the same way he had to fix things when us kids did things like cram a Nerf Football in the toilet.
My sister brought her kids over. The niece wanted some of those buttermilk biscuits. Well, it's time that she started learning to make them. The same way I learned. Watch, and mimic. Monkey see. Monkey do. Flour. Baking soda. Baking powder. Sugar. Salt. Butter. Buttermilk. Make a big ball of dough. Then grab handfuls off of it. Just use your hands. No fancy biscuit cutter. About the size of a baseball. They double in size, to around the size of a softball. I had to do it all in the woods, when we went hunting and fishing. She gets to learn it in the kitchen.
I got the free shoes from Wolverine.
I was underwhelmed. Cheap, thin leather. Without the thick, heavy full grain leather, I won't have to break it in. Polyester lining. Poor quality insert. The actual footbed of the shoe is like cardboard. Which allows someone to install their own Orthotics insoles. Foam rubber soles that will disintegrate with time. This allows for a spongy, bouncy, cushioned step.
A very simple and basic design, which other shoemakers often use with higher quality components. I don't think that I would pay $130 for these shoes. Even for free, I don't like them. The "nice", better built shoes are far too expensive. But at this price, you expect better. Or at least you don't expect it to be this bad. To be fair, most of the less expensive are poorly constructed, and use inferior material. The best that you can hope for, is that your cheap shoes are comfortable. You know that the cheap shoes won't last, and when they do break down, you are not going to repair them. But for $100, your feet shouldn't hurt. I will stick with cheap shoes for now. I'm not quite ready to spend $1,000 on a pair of shoes yet. As The Girl pointed out, it's $915, not $1,000. To which I say, "what about tax?"
