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Really bad day. He was on the base, with his head injury, neither one of us have cell phones, they wouldn't go get him and I couldn't cross. He had told me his vision was fuzzy and he had a headache. I told him to leave me at the gate--he had to get 8 'scripts. And then I fell to pieces. Really...

Doctored frozen pizza. That was the best I could do after the day I had.

I only got to the gate. I was not allowed on the base because I don't have a military ID and with the coronavirus "scare" he wasn't allowed to be my sponsor. Needless to say, today was not a good day and I had a PTSD breakdown. But, I was in the car with him R/T. Stopped myself from throwing...

Your purse? :lol:

Should be. Take the first 1 inch off the top when you open it. We always strained the kraut and packed it in about 2/3 of the way and then added hot brine and flipped the jars once they sealed.

The first Christmas after my maternal grandma died, we had to have Christmas at home instead of with the tribe. Mom decided for some reason we had to have lutefisk on Christmas Eve. Out came the pressure cooker, in went the lutefisk with milk and butter. It wasn't long before the pleasant...

And to think, they are not even your monkeys. :lol:What color wrist band does your unit use for SOGs? We are off to the base in GF, ND. I normally let him go by himself so I can have a quiet, uneventful day at home. Not today. Some of the old geezers from the curling league called to check in...

I was fortunate to be the custodian of my maternal grandma's handwritten cookbook. I recently had it scanned and sent pdf files to my cousins. I just couldn't send the "scent" which was that of my grandma's kitchen. That's mine, all mine.

So far, he is. There is NO way I am letting him go to the base (GF) tomorrow by himself (approx. 5 hr R/T). It will stop someday, not looking forward to that day.

No effort today--spent most of the afternoon at ER with "The Stubborn Old Goat." He fell on the ice curling. So, tonight was corned beef sandwiches (leftover) and leftover chili.

While I met with the vicar (doesn't that sound like a sentence out of an English mystery novel?) my Dad was curling in the "old geezer league." I have been waiting for him to fall on the ice. Well, today was the day. Just got back from ER. He had a CT scan and blood work, no signs of a bleed...

Organizing my Mom's memorial has been stressful. I have to meet with the vicar today. I have my Mom's nursing cap and her pin. Gotta take the nursing cap to the drycleaner to get it starched and shaped, taking her pin to my friend who is a jeweler to get it all shined up. Back in those days, the...

Most unpleasant is one of saying it. A friend asked me why are you giving up your life? My answer was because I love them more. I have a band of angels behind me--I couldn't do this without my cousins who make sure I get out fishing when at LOW and prop me up when I fall. Maybe those 4"...

Did I mention my new super power? I can break gaskets on kitchen sinks! When I cleaned under the kitchen sink last night, something I do regularly, I noticed that there was moisture on the pipe above the trap. So, being the ever conscientious daughter, I placed a cup underneath to see if it was...

Finally! Found my Mom's heating pad. Got it on my wanky shoulder--almost as good a soaking in a bubble bath!

Hiya! Welcome to DC!

Love you back to the north side of heaven. Being a sounding board is good, PF. Need that.

K=Lucky you--guessing the local churches don't do lutefisk and meatball suppers starting in November, either. I am just glad my Dad has agreed to pies for my Mom's memorial and not lutefisk! Although, I got a couple of cousins who would snarf it up if was prepared "proper." I would definitely be...

Dangerous...those of us who grew up in Scandinavian homes were exposed to lutefisk--definitely LYE is part of that.

I started "memory week" of meals my Mom used to make with her Crab and Shrimp Marinara.

You're preaching to the choir, PF. I know it won't get better. I've been down this road, I recognize the landmarks and the curves along the way. I know it will only get worse and I am torn--I want my life back, but I don't want to leave him. Hiding things is also part of it. I remember finding...

If you are transplanted to a country where metric measure is the norm, you can't help but think in metric units. I remember going into a fabric store in Ottawa. I had figured out how much fabric I needed in yards. The poor clerk had no clue how to convert this amount to meters. I had take the...

One of my favourites, okay, are baby Bibb lettuce "cups" filled with shrimp, topped with pico de gallo and avocado OR spinach balls with a greek yogurt mint lemon dipping sauce. Recipe, sorry, I don't have one, but a quick search and these are similar to the ones I used to make (they freeze...

Welcome to DC! I posted a response to technique re: pretzels in response to your other post. The mention of yukone is how I get the texture I like for bagels. I don't recall my acquaintance boiling the pretzels, but I didn't often visit her in the kitchen until the pretzels were in the...

An acquaintance of mine was a gluten-free baker. She was well known for her pretzels. She baked them on a double half pan--she put one upside down and put the other one on top--right side up. She sprayed the pretzels with a soda water baking soda "spritz" she also used pretzel salt--something we...