What will you be having for dinner?? Jan 3rd, 2006

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We're having French dips. I'm going to add some grilled onions and Swiss cheese to them for the added flavor!

We also have some left over pita that Paul made this weekend.
It's OH SO GOOD! I wish I could share with you:):):)
 
I have absolutely no idea - I know we're supposed to be meeting Sheila's parents for dinner, but I have haven't been clued in to where that is going to be...


John
 
humble pie, ronjohn? if i had a daughter, her boyfriend/husband would have to grovel at all times. occasionally, he would be allowed to speak, and eat table scraps...:)

no idea here what's fer dinner, too.
 
buckytom said:
humble pie, ronjohn? if i had a daughter, her boyfriend/husband would have to grovel at all times. occasionally, he would be allowed to speak, and eat table scraps...:)

no idea here what's fer dinner, too.

Nah, my father-in-law thinks I'm cool. I fish, I hunt, I cook, I make beer, I spoil his daughter rotten, what more could he ask for!! :angel:

Now the younger daughter's new beau (who will also be there tonight), he may still have some groveling to do...

I just don't know if they've even bothered to pick out a place to eat yet. I mean, how long could the wait be at dinner time for a party of 6?? :wacko:

John
 
are you a wealthy eunuch? that's who my daughter would need to marry. :cool:

i know how i was with past girlfriends, so if i have a daughter, her boyfriends won't stand a chance...
 
What a mean daddy you will be to your daughter buckytom! You will change your tune when you want some grandbabies to bounce on your knees. (Although Ken has mentioned something about wrapping our house in barbed wire and moving the rocking chair out to the front porch...and he was practicing humming the theme song to Deliverance too.)

Dinner here will be clean out the fridge night. I have a PILE of leftover chinese (my favourite) and some other odds and ends. Kate is going to be unhappy about that, but tough cookies! I don't feel like cooking today.
 
Alix said:
What a mean daddy you will be to your daughter buckytom! You will change your tune when you want some grandbabies to bounce on your knees. (Although Ken has mentioned something about wrapping our house in barbed wire and moving the rocking chair out to the front porch...and he was practicing humming the theme song to Deliverance too.)


You forgot to mention the 'rifle cleaning' in the rocking chair.....

Here's a handy list of rules as well for potential dates....


Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure as **** not picking anything up.

Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them from your body.

Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to assure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric staple gun and fasten your trousers securely in place around your waist.

Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, I am told, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for a movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process which can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful... like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
  • Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool.
  • Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight.
  • Places where there is darkness.
  • Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness of any kind.
  • Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her Adam’s Apple.
  • Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay, too.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight, speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
 
Since DH is still at the pharmacy, we close at 5:30, but today was wild..I didn't get home until 4, our dinner is kaputski..He is just going to eat the homemade chix soup I made for him and some garlic bread and I am just to tired to do more than a piece of toast and some coffee..When the people who run things here in California make changes they turn your life and business upside down..I would say almost every call in for refills today was at lest 8-12 different meds that the callers needed Dec 31!!!! Now try to explain to the ones of 65 that we cannot fill anything without their new medicare card..Why I got everything from drivers licsense,ss cards to Doctors appointment cards, then try to call up the agency in charge and get, all lines are busy please try again tomorrow!! Needless to say, many argued with us, many shook fists at us and one even pulled back to try to hit me, not fun guys so no cooked dinner here tonight I'm ready to just fold my tent and slink off..
kadesma :(
 
I sauteed some chicken breasts, seasoned with salt, pepper, sage, and thyme. Then, I sauteed some onions, mushrooms, and garlic. When that caramelized, I deglazed the pan with chicken stock and some cream of mushroom soup. The, I placed the browned chicken back into the pot, covered it, and simmered it for 30 minutes. I also nuked some frozen corn, and made some dressing.

Dinner was GOOD!!!
 
The grocery store had artichokes on sale yesterday for $0.99. So, tonight I grilled a tri-tip steak rubbed with a rub that a friend made me for Christmas. With the steak I had the artichoke and pasta with alfredo sauce. The steak was perfect: juicy and tender. I could have just ate the steak for dinner.
 
We had a carrot, pea and (left over) pork chop stir fry over medium-wide "glass" rice noodles, fluffy white rice and vegetable spring rolls. I loved the meal to bits, especialy because it's a bit more of a treat than our normal dinners, but of course picky Mr. DH only gave it a "so-so" - errrrrr! I think that someone needs to :bangin: some culinary sense into his Italian head! :LOL:
 
OMG Ken, you 10 rules are exactly what DH already is talking about for Sofia (plus allowing her 1st date at 43!)!:ROFLMAO:

I made abj's roasted balsamic chicken, steamed broccoli, and egg noodles.
 
PA Baker said:
OMG Ken, you 10 rules are exactly what DH already is talking about for Sofia (plus allowing her 1st date at 43!)!:ROFLMAO:
HH is much more liberal than your DH, PA. He will allow daughter to go on car dates when she's 35.

Back on topic - we had tourtiere again (I made two a while ago and froze one that reheated pretty well) and peas.
 
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