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    • Heather on January 10, 2010 at 7:43 pm

    to the Facebook group, People For a Reality Based Daily Kos

    I don’t feel wanted.


    • Diane G on January 10, 2010 at 7:43 pm

    Making Gumbo from scratch today.

    shrimp base is done, made from shells and scrappings.

    Chicken boiled, stripped and is reboiling to reduce by half for the chicken stock part of the liquid.

    Next: dark roux and veggies, the Andouille Sausage.

    Then grill a couple chicken breasts to dice into it with the shrimp and sausage, since the base-chicken from the leftover carcass from yesterday will be tasteless goo.

    Trying to decide whether or not to make it without okra this time, and just the file. I usually use both.

    Maybe I’ll really get inspired and make a cheese onion bread loaf while the kitchen is warm enough to activate yeast? Do I have any yeast? Hmmm. A bakery french loaf would be easier. Decisions, decisions.

    Ewww, do I have rice? Yeah, I know I do. I think….

    The other funny thing? It was too cold last night to go get the firewood to warm the house up: single digits. Now its in the 30’s today, and I could go get the wood, but its almost a waste to burn it. Heh.

    Ok, nice checking in with you, back to the kitchen.

    I feel like I have barely time to be here since I went back to work…. miss you guys.

    • Edger on January 11, 2010 at 12:58 am

    Singin’ the same ol’ cowboy song

    That’s been sung a hundred times before

    Ain’t got nothin’ but my name

    And I’m the only man I know to blame

    But I’m livin’ I’m happy and I’m free

    Just listen to the wind blow

    Let it blow let it blow

    Sand over my trail

    I got my saddle on the ground

    And that ol’ moon he can still be found

    Hidin’ in the desert sky

    I like simple things in life

    Like a prairie breeze

    A good stout horse between my knees

    Just bein’ alone just bein’ me

    And when I die let me die

    Withe a dream in my mind

    A smile on my face and no trouble behind

    And no cross on my grave

    To show my restin’ place

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