Originally posted by I Am Blessed 16:
I was joking because of what Jim had said. I don't have any problem swallowing pills with my teeth in my mouth.
Oh. So the image of you shaking your tail in delight when you swallowed the food-covered pill was all off?
I'm feeling a bit woe-is-me at the moment. I want to take pain pills but have to drive later for a church thing so I won't, and on top of that I broke my toe, I'm quite sure. HEARD the crack when I dropped the step ladder on it, managed to suck in my breath and NOT scream profanities but it sure was tempting!
Figured I'll let it rest while I look up different ways of making scalloped potatos. I said yesterday that I'd be at the church tonight and bring them, am learning quickly that I should always preface such statements with "barring any unfortunate incidences or unexpected problems".
I'll kindly leave off the "or if I change my mind and just don't want to!"
I want to make them with lots of garlic and with cheese.
I've always added pats of butter on top of the spuds, layer of flour and seasoning, layer by layer to fill it up and then pour milk over it, but I'm thinking I'll try melting the butter with the salt and pepper and garlic and milk, thickening it with flour, then pour it throughout the dish. Maybe fill it 1/4 of the way with potatos, pour on some of the mix, and keep going like that.
But then how would I get the cheese in evenly? I guess I could add it on each 1/4 layer.
They sounded really good earlier. They still would, if someone else was making them! SEEEEEE????? WOE IS ME!
I had about a zillion people tell me when I was younger that they were going to pray I was rich when I grew up so that I could have the maid and chef I always said I wanted from the time I could talk...then again I also wanted to open an orphanage. I'm thinking that *technically* I still could do that, and then I'd have to hire someone to clean and cook or have them volunteer to do so, which means that *technically* I'd have a maid and chef.
It could still happen.
I just have to get married again first to that guy who had the same idea. Dunno what ever happened to him, he was SUPPOSED to show up when I was twenty, with the secret song that was going to let me know he was the one.
Ok, toe is calming down, back to the kitchen and dishes!