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| I'm all over the place today. I substituted wax paper for parchment paper. Actually, the recipe didn't call for either. But I saw Alton Brown using it for cookies to avoid misshaping them by scraping off the pan with a spatula. So I thought I would try the same for my sausage balls that I'm taking to a brunch in the morning. We're doing boxes for Operation Christmas Child, and I haven't purchased anything yet. I have to stop off at the Dollar Store for crayons on my way to the brunch. Let me tell you that wax paper doesn't work. It sticks to whatever you're cooking, unless it's soft like a cake. I had to take a knife and cut off the bottoms, so that no one will eat wax paper. i did manage to do the last pan with parchment. It worked like a dream. The wax paper keeps the pans easy to clean, but no so good for the food. I'm not happy with the lopsided turnout of voters in my state. The winning side did a lot of emotional and untrue ads. They were obviously using scare tactics. Neither side did much in the way of platform or issues. It was all personal attacks and mud-slinging. It was ugly. The voters for the other side just didn't go out in the rain to make an effort. Their indifference determined the outcome. In this season of horrible TV programming--my favorite sitcoms have turned political and repetitive, I have been watching Christmas movies on Hallmark channels.They are usually romances and have strong elements of nostalgia and positive outlooks. Circumstances are somewhat contrived. Instead of being hectic, and having normal work and school hours, they always have time for skating, shopping, decorating, and singing. You know, the way we fantasize that Christmas should be, with hot chocolate and down time. After a few, you begin to recognize the actors and realize they must have contracts with Hallmark. The bigger names include Roger Moore of 007 fame, who appeared as a stuffy English grandfather. He hates Christmas, but undergoes a rapid change of heart around his grandchildren and his late daughter-in-law's sister, their guardian. It's kind of fun. I tell myself I could write stories like that. I can contrive some good, clean family tales. So I justify the time sitting in an easy chair. In June, my neighbor, a doctor, left to practice medicine in another state. She had to get a license to go there. her husband joined her two weeks later. I was asked to feed the cat. A family member would come once a month to give the cat a flea treatment and check up on her. That person also cuts the grass and is now raking leaves. The summer is over, and I still have the cat, an outdoor cat. They practiced with her, getting her to eat on my patio. I was only expecting "summer". Now it's almost Thanksgiving, and this cat is still begging for dinner on my back porch. No sign of anyone next door, except I notice the grass is cut. I think I've inherited a cat. The money they left for food has been gone quite a while. The cat was only feeding at night, but now she's there 24 hours, crying like she's starving. |
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