Not fun working in a space that doesn't "flow" well. Our daughter

It's a challenge. Were I doing it for money,
I'd walk off the gig, but insofar as I do it
for friends, that's not an option.

I know, and I was doing it for a daughter. Our kitchen has a better flow
but it's much smaller.

Yeah, exactly. You make allowances, sometimes
extreme ones, for the ones you care for.

Mmm, nice; the only thing I'd add though is
that one shouldn't let used stuff pile up -
either wash them in your copious spare time
or get someone else to. That's the way to

I try to clean as I go or at least stack stuff in the sink until I can
get it sorted into dishwasher (things go right in it then) and hand
wash.

It irritates me when people let things pile up.
If I'm the chef, I do wht needs to be done, and
as the things get used, they shouldn't be in the
way. Often, I have to do all the cleanup myself,
which I resent modestly but not as much as if the
dirty work doesn't et done at all. It's annoying
to cook and keep things tidy and note that everyone
else is just sitting there with their mouths open
and their thumbs up their butts.

deal with well-meaning folks who offer What
can I do to help? - get them to do the cleanup.
You know and I know that they want you to say
Oh, there's something just not right with this,
please taste it and fix it, but, hah, fat chance.

OTOH, there are those that will gladly do the clean up, saying that they
are not good at tasting. Those are few and far between, but do exist.

And those are ones whose acquaintance I prize.

People who try to impress me with their
culinary prowess generally don't, She tried
once or twice, but we both knew that her
husband (who was offered the chance to be
the editor of the American edition of Larousse
Gastronomique, the one that that Jennifer Harvey
Lang ended up with) cooked better than she and
possibly better than I, and she was more of an
Eat than a Cook, and not that much of that at
that. Women who try to win me through my

She never picked up on things from her husband? Did she not try or did
he just prefer to do the cooking?

Didn't try, I think. As McCoy or whatever his
name was on Star Trek might have said, I'm a
doctor, not a chef.

stomach invariably fail. There was the one,
who eventually became a moderately esteemed
conductor, who proudly served me a gray steak
that might as well have been boiled. Aagh. Then

GAG! No way to make a good impression. But, my parents would have served
the same steak as very well done, not quite to the point of charcoal.

I still remember that 37 years later. A would-be
seduction gone bad, and fine with me. She was
rather attractive, though.

there was the blintz lady. And the one who
served me baked squash for dinner, which might
have worked, until I stepped in her dog's poop in
the dining room. Which had been there a week. Oh,
the joys of being a single nonabusive nongay male.

You could write a book about it?

I could write a book about a bunch of things. Too
lazy, though, but if I ever get around to it, beware.

Because she doesn't much care about food the
way her husband did. I was really friends with
him, but he died, and I sort of inherited
Rosemary. Not that was a bad thing, of course.

No, but when that fridge dies, you might be able to have some input

into > its replacement.
Possible, though I suspect that unfortunate
appliance may outlive us both.

Possibly so, but don't dwell on that thought.

Yes, and building up the yard. There's very little topsoil and it's

of a > very poor quality (We keep finding things in it that shouldn't be, like > glass fragments.) so Steve has been working on building it up. What will > also help is that we had some trees taken out, others trimmed so the

yard will get a lot more sunlight.

What does the bedrock look like?

Rocky.

Phbhttt.
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Title: Vegetarian Barley-Vegetable Soup
Categories: Soups/stews, Vegetables
Yield: 10 servings

2 x Med Onions, peeled & diced 1/2 ts Dried Thyme
2 x Lg Carrots, scraped & diced 2 ts Salt
2 x Stalks Celery, chopped 1/4 ts Pepper
3 tb Butter or margarine 1 c Pearl Barley
1 cn Tomatoes, chopped-1 lb 12 oz 2 c Frozen green beans or
peas *
8 c Water 1 tb Chopped fresh Dill
1 ts Dried Basil

* (cut up up the frozen green beans or green peas to make 2 cups)
Saute onions, carrots, and celery in heated butter or margarine in a
large kettle for 5 minutes. Add tomatoes, water, basil, thyme, salt, and
pepper. Bring to a boil. Stir in barley and lower heat. Cook slowly,
covered, 1 1/2 hours, until barley is tender. Stir in beans or peas
during
last 10 minutes of cooking. Remove from heat and stir in dill.
Serves 10-12. Good for informal lunch or supper. Source unknown.
M says - lose the dill, and some meaty intruder would be a great help.

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Hi Michael,

Not fun working in a space that doesn't "flow" well. Our

daughter > ML> It's a challenge. Were I doing it for money,

I'd walk off the gig, but insofar as I do it
for friends, that's not an option.

I know, and I was doing it for a daughter. Our kitchen has a better

flow > but it's much smaller.

Yeah, exactly. You make allowances, sometimes
extreme ones, for the ones you care for.

Yes, but I was glad that I didn't have to cook in that kitchen all the
time. It did have a lot of storage space, including a separate pantry
and a separate butler's pantry. I could use some of that space. (G)

either wash them in your copious spare time
or get someone else to. That's the way to

I try to clean as I go or at least stack stuff in the sink until I

can > get it sorted into dishwasher (things go right in it then) and
hand

wash.

It irritates me when people let things pile up.

I'll do a wash up during prep if I have the time. If not, I will do it
at the end so that when we're done eating, I've less of a pile of dirty
dishes to deal with.

If I'm the chef, I do wht needs to be done, and
as the things get used, they shouldn't be in the
way. Often, I have to do all the cleanup myself,
which I resent modestly but not as much as if the
dirty work doesn't et done at all. It's annoying
to cook and keep things tidy and note that everyone
else is just sitting there with their mouths open
and their thumbs up their butts.

I understand, have had that happen at times. One "perk" about cooking
for the VT team is that the other members do the after supper clean up.
But, again, it's usually not too bad as I've done the clean as I cook
thing.

can I do to help? - get them to do the cleanup.
You know and I know that they want you to say
Oh, there's something just not right with this,
please taste it and fix it, but, hah, fat chance.

OTOH, there are those that will gladly do the clean up, saying that

they > are not good at tasting. Those are few and far between, but do exist.

And those are ones whose acquaintance I prize.

Agreed, very much so. I'm still helping with clean up, even with a bum knee--dried a lot of dishes for my MIL in the week we were in FL.

possibly better than I, and she was more of an
Eat than a Cook, and not that much of that at
that. Women who try to win me through my

She never picked up on things from her husband? Did she not try or

did > he just prefer to do the cooking?

Didn't try, I think. As McCoy or whatever his
name was on Star Trek might have said, I'm a
doctor, not a chef.

I think that was the doctor. Then too, you don't want a chef trying to
be a doctor. (G)

stomach invariably fail. There was the one,
who eventually became a moderately esteemed
conductor, who proudly served me a gray steak
that might as well have been boiled. Aagh. Then

GAG! No way to make a good impression. But, my parents would have

served > the same steak as very well done, not quite to the point of charcoal.

I still remember that 37 years later. A would-be
seduction gone bad, and fine with me. She was
rather attractive, though.

Water over the dam now. 37 years ago, Steve and I had been married for 6
years and had 2 kids. We were living on the coast of NC then.

there was the blintz lady. And the one who
served me baked squash for dinner, which might
have worked, until I stepped in her dog's poop in
the dining room. Which had been there a week. Oh,
the joys of being a single nonabusive nongay male.

You could write a book about it?

I could write a book about a bunch of things. Too
lazy, though, but if I ever get around to it, beware.

Naming names can be dangerous.

No, but when that fridge dies, you might be able to have some

input > ML> into > its replacement.

Possible, though I suspect that unfortunate
appliance may outlive us both.

Possibly so, but don't dwell on that thought.

Yes, and building up the yard. There's very little topsoil

and it's > ML> of a > very poor quality (We keep finding things in it that shouldn't > ML> be, like > glass fragments.) so Steve has been working on building it > ML> up. What will > also help is that we had some trees taken out, others > ML> trimmed so the

yard will get a lot more sunlight.

What does the bedrock look like?

Rocky.

Phbhttt.

(G)

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