Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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I think almost everyone who's got tag board has been experiencing others out there... you've got this alternate way of commenting, so I wouldn't worry about it until you're ready, but when you are (when the smaller Ds are on a honeymoon, maybe?) I'll help you figure out what, if anything, you want to do! Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Friday, November 19, 2004 What is wrong with Tagboard and should I delete it from my blog? If I do will I ever remember how to put it back? Blog maintenance is not a high priority issue these days, but every blog I read that has Tagboard on it loads about as fast as the last ice age spread across Europe. Any great wise ones out there with opinions are invited to comment - but of course, not on Tagboard. Last night was a delicious, hilarious, lively, energetic evening of cooking and tasting party food. P arrived about 4 and we went grocery shopping. The idea was to pick up some things that could be whipped into food ideas and then to pull out recipe books and discuss real desires. Now - P lives in the city where there are glorious grocery shops and specialty stores. Besides, she is a professional with a smoked meats business as well. Alas, we live in the country where there is Walmart and Food Lion. Generic mass produced corn starch and sugar foods, but nothing in the outstanding category. What my sister would call prairie food. But we still managed to put together some scrumtillioshus dishes. The kids arrived about quarter till 7 and everybody, including the 3 dogs, clustered in my kitchen dipping crackers and fingers into bowls while P created magic on the long counter and I put together a totally unnecessary curried chicken dish on the stove. Those of you who know my kitchen can stop laughing now. My favorites dishes were the crustinis and the smoked salmon pate, but the almond stuffed, bacon wrapped dates disappeared and the mock up trifle - not what P'd really make, just so they’d get the idea - disappeared fast. We all sat around making wedding plans till 10:30, though the boy darlings had to slide out the door a while, about the time it got entirely too feminine and once when I slipped out to the kitchen for something and overheard a hunting telephone call amidst the wedding ones. LD is actually a gentle and slightly bemused, but very active participant in all the happy planning. He always was a fabulous assistant in any event I ever planned and in his slightly shy way, he’s extremely useful, warm and loving. And of course, he’s deeply in love right now anyway so that his face softens with tenderness every time he says “Well then, we’ll do that (whatever you want), sweetheart.” BD had gone to bed by 10, the young D’s went home about 10:30 or 11 and P and I stayed up till midnight talking talking talking. She’s been on the west coast since August helping settling things after her grandmother’s death, so we had a ton of catching up to do. And she’s awake now, so I’m outta here. If you wonder what I’ll be doing today - it will be more talking, planning, and - by golly - napping. With a little time in the afternoon seeking that center of calm and reason that I know I left somewhere deep inside. Cheers. posted by Bess | 6:47 AM |
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