here's my gripe…


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I love coffee

Coffee. Supposedly.

I love coffee. I started drinking it in college to help me get through study sessions and exams. I basically started at Folgers instant with a couple spoonfuls of a flavored Coffeemate but after *mumble mumble* years I eventually graduated to better coffee. Which isn’t to say I can’t drink instant anymore. Just not Folgers.

Anyway, I’m a member of a keto subscription box service. Every month we receive a box full of keto goodies. Usually snacks. Sometimes seasonings, since sometimes regular seasoning packets can contain sugar. We’ve also received single serve coffees. Our May box had two packets of this Golden Ratio coffee. It comes in little sachets like tea.

How can I describe this coffee? Hmmm… Let me put it this way: it kind of reminds me of early in my marriage when my husband and I were very poor and struggling. We were trying to make things stretch as much as possible and we would reuse coffee grounds. Golden Ratio tastes like reused coffee grounds. From a fourth brewing.

But it’s still better than Maxwell House! 🤪


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Facebook is no longer fun

I don’t know why I keep trying. Most of my friends have either fled Facebook or are hardly ever on. It’s lonely and boring on there now. I have tried twice to post, what I thought, were amusing posts about my cooking mishaps on one of the cooking related groups I am in. 😒

Fifteen years ago, you could post stupid stuff you did, someone would come and laugh at you and call you a dumb ass, and then everybody would go on their way. But can’t do that now! No, they have to be all serious and explain to you like you’re 3 that cauliflower flour is for baking with, you have to use fresh cauliflower for mashed cauliflower. Thank you, Ms. Stick-up-her-butt, for explaining this to me and ruining a perfectly good joke post with your “helpfulness!” It’s people like you that ruin the internet for the rest of us! 😤


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One meatball

I have to get up very early in the morning to make breakfast for my husband since he has to be at work very early. This morning I had something going through my head, over and over: one meatball!

I couldn’t figure out where it came from and thought about asking my husband if it meant anything to him, since he sings all kinds of songs that eventually get stuck in my brain.

Then I wondered if maybe it was a memory of my dad. The more I thought about it, the more I had a vague recollection of my dad singing it while messing around in the kitchen. He used to play his records when he’d cook or wash dishes and he’d sing aloud at the top of his voice.

A quick search confirmed it. I miss you, Dad.

https://youtu.be/li0qPwn4U8Y


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Poop happens

Let’s talk about this little guy, who doesn’t look so little in this photo, but is only 12 weeks old.

This is Salem and he is a little poop. I mean this both literally and figuratively. All the kittens are poops, but Salem….*sigh*

I have probably mopped the floor more in the last couple months than I have the whole rest of the time that we have lived in this house, which has been almost 5 years. There seems to be a constant incidence of poop and or poop swipes in my kitchen/ dining room/ laundry area that I never dreamed possible. Our house is very small, so there aren’t a lot of places to stick litter boxes and we only have room for two even though we have 6 cats.

Anyway, I was mopping the floor from yet another blob of poop while hubby was cleaning out the litter box when I saw Salem squat on a grocery bag. I’m like, “What are you doing?! Are you pooping?!” Well, no. He was peeing. Right there in front of us, as big as you please.

And this sort of thing is typical with all the kittens to one degree or another. There is always some “OMG!” moment where you think your head is going to explode because of whatever. And then, before you know it, they climb on your lap, purr like crazy and go to sleep looking all cute and adorable and there’s no way you can stay mad at them because LOOK AT THAT FACE!