Wayne Boatwright wrote: > On Mon 02 Nov 2009 04:16:23p, gloria.p told us...
>> Nancy Young wrote: >>> gloria.p wrote:
>>>> No, I haven't. I was supposed to go there for lunch last Monday >>>> with a group of neighborhood women but it was the last day to >>>> pack up my kitchen before the remodeling started and I still had >>>> too much to do even though I had been packing for almost two weeks. >>> Just a thought: don't forget to take your baking sheets out of >>> the oven. I'm not the only one who did that. Heh.
>>> nancy
>> Are you thinking about the lower drawer of the stove? Our old >> one didn't have one because it was a JennAir with a downdraft fan >> mounted under the oven.
>> Actually all my baking sheets and cupcake pans lived in the >> trash compacter. We installed a new one because the one we >> "inherited" when we bought this house was nasty. We never, ever >> used the new one so I started using it to store skillets and >> eventually cookie sheets and cooking racks instead. It was very >> handy.
>> Thanks for the suggestion. I might salvage the oven racks to use >> as cookie cooling racks. If you're making a big batch you can >> never have too many. They would be convenient if I ever make >> pasta from scratch, also.
>> gloria p
> Let's hope you don't ever accidentally push the start button on that > compactor. That could be a real disaster. :-)
Thanks, but as part of our much needed kitchen remodel, the compactor has been removed along with the rest of the kitchen, and has been donated to a needy family with lots of foster kids. We never used it and can put the space to much better use.
The compactor didn't have a button, it had a knob and I removed the knob to avoid turning it on accidentally. Someone said that it makes a good substitute for a safe deposit box. Put your valuables in the bottom, turn the knob so the ram goes halfway down, turn it off and remove the knob. That makes it impossible to open the "drawer" until you raise the ram again.
> Wayne Boatwright wrote: >> On Mon 02 Nov 2009 04:16:23p, gloria.p told us...
>>> Nancy Young wrote: >>>> gloria.p wrote:
>>>>> No, I haven't. I was supposed to go there for lunch last Monday >>>>> with a group of neighborhood women but it was the last day to >>>>> pack up my kitchen before the remodeling started and I still had too >>>>> much to do even though I had been packing for almost two weeks. >>>> Just a thought: don't forget to take your baking sheets out of >>>> the oven. I'm not the only one who did that. Heh.
>>>> nancy
>>> Are you thinking about the lower drawer of the stove? Our old >>> one didn't have one because it was a JennAir with a downdraft fan >>> mounted under the oven.
>>> Actually all my baking sheets and cupcake pans lived in the >>> trash compacter. We installed a new one because the one we >>> "inherited" when we bought this house was nasty. We never, ever >>> used the new one so I started using it to store skillets and >>> eventually cookie sheets and cooking racks instead. It was very >>> handy.
>>> Thanks for the suggestion. I might salvage the oven racks to use >>> as cookie cooling racks. If you're making a big batch you can >>> never have too many. They would be convenient if I ever make >>> pasta from scratch, also.
>>> gloria p
>> Let's hope you don't ever accidentally push the start button on that >> compactor. That could be a real disaster. :-)
> Thanks, but as part of our much needed kitchen remodel, > the compactor has been removed along with the rest of the > kitchen, and has been donated to a needy family with lots of > foster kids. We never used it and can put the space to much > better use.
That's a kind act, Gloria.
> The compactor didn't have a button, it had a knob and I removed > the knob to avoid turning it on accidentally. Someone said that > it makes a good substitute for a safe deposit box. Put your > valuables in the bottom, turn the knob so the ram goes halfway > down, turn it off and remove the knob. That makes it impossible > to open the "drawer" until you raise the ram again.
Great idea!
> Do they even sell compactors these days?
Yes, they do. When we lived Ohio I had one in each of three different houses and were a great help, as we only had refuse pickup once a week.
I don't need one here in AZ, as our refuse pickup is twice a week. I have looked at them, however.
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<rjynly...@comcast.net> wrote: >I forget what you'd call that. >A tray cabinet? Anyway, it was that shape only with vertical >slots instead of shelves. I thought that was really handy.
I have one and love it! Every kitchen should have one, no matter how narrow. There is always a space between cabinets somewhere to put it.
-- I love cooking with wine. Sometimes I even put it in the food.
Wayne Boatwright wrote: > On Mon 02 Nov 2009 06:55:16p, Becca told us...
>> brooklyn1 wrote: >>> Don't blame me... I haven't watched a baseball game since the Bums >>> left Brooklyn. And just to prove I don't know everything, I never >>> watch any ball games, I know nothing about team sports... why any >>> normal person would pay good money to watch infants in adult bodies >>> running about hither and yon on a grassy field chasing a friggin' ball >>> is way beyond my comprehension... none of those muscle bound steroid >>> slurping retards can out perform a forty pound mutt with a frisbee.
>> Sports are not my thing, either. BTW, you did not mention basketball, >> which can only be played by genetic mutants who reach almost 7' in > height.
>> Becca
> This is one time I totally agree with Sheldon. :-)
I have never been terribly interested in watching sports. I have been to one professional hockey game and one professional football game. Once a year I go to see a couple of amateur hockey games because a cousin who lives about 22 miles away plays in an old guy's league and is in town for a tournament. We catch a game and go for a few beers.
I have never watched more than an inning or two of a baseball game. It's about as exciting as watching paint dry. Golf is worse, even slower and less interesting than soccer. My gawd, they even televise pool and billiards. The only sporting event like I like to watch is equestrian jumping.
I get a kick out of all those out of shape pot bellied twits who think they are athletes because they wear baseball caps or hockey shirts and watch other people play. And then there are the Canadian version of soccer fans. Being a multi cultural country, we have our share of various cultural groups who come out of the woodwork and sport the flags of their homeland when the old country's soccer team is doing well in the world cup, but as soon as their homeland team gets bumped out of the series they go back to whatever, guaranteed not to be actually playing soccer.
> Stealing anything from a restaurant is cheap, classless and stupid, since > if you ask the manager I suspect they'd give it to you or in the case of > the candle holder, sell it to you reasonably. That's much better karma and > doesn't make your table mates cross you off their invitation list for > dining out. (Maybe dining in, too. If someone steals stuff from a > restaurant, how do you know they won't steal something they like from your > home?)
Boy Howdy are your right on!! If the manager cannot spare the candle holder, than go to the restaurant supply house and you can probably find them cheap. Some people would steal the ashtrays in the olden days when they had the restaurant name on them. It is still an overhead and a headache for the restaurant to reorder them. I have a couple of place settings of silverware (real silver) marked as "Brown Palace". I am fairly sure that my mother bought them at a garage sale when she lived in Longmont in her older years. I know that no one in my family was eating at the Brown back then, as we were not that wealthy. I always say that I am going to send them back to the hotel, but never actually bother to do it. I cringe to think about who swiped them!!
> Don't take a cell call when he or she is trying to take the order.
> Don't yell "Hey, waitress" across the room.
If there is a table cloth on the table, don't take a cell phone call at any time. I don't mind if people talk on cell phones in McDonalds, but not in a nice restaurant.
Same goes for hats/caps on men. If you want to wear your John Deere or Dallas Cowboys cap at McDonalds, thats fine with me. But gentlemen do not wear hats/caps in a nice restaurant.
And if your kid has a hissy fit in any restaurant, get them out of there until they are calmed down. I know... YOUR children are perfect ANGELS and even strangers stop you on the street to tell you how wonderful YOUR children are. I'm not talking about YOUR children... I'm talking about everyone else's children... you know... the ones who cry and scream and whine and stand on their chair and throw their rolls at each other. And the ones who climb down from their chairs and run around the restaurant like maniacs let loose on a weekend pass from the asylum. THOSE kids... not YOURS whom we all know are absolutely perfect.
>> Don't take a cell call when he or she is trying to take the order.
>> Don't yell "Hey, waitress" across the room.
> If there is a table cloth on the table, don't take a cell phone call at > any time. I don't mind if people talk on cell phones in McDonalds, but > not in a nice restaurant.
> Same goes for hats/caps on men. If you want to wear your John Deere or > Dallas Cowboys cap at McDonalds, thats fine with me. But gentlemen do > not wear hats/caps in a nice restaurant.
You shouldn't wear a hat or cap at a table when you are eating.... period. You can't expect much better at McDonalds.
> And if your kid has a hissy fit in any restaurant, get them out of there > until they are calmed down. I know... YOUR children are perfect ANGELS > and even strangers stop you on the street to tell you how wonderful YOUR > children are. I'm not talking about YOUR children... I'm talking about > everyone else's children... you know... the ones who cry and scream and > whine and stand on their chair and throw their rolls at each other. And > the ones who climb down from their chairs and run around the restaurant > like maniacs let loose on a weekend pass from the asylum. THOSE kids... > not YOURS whom we all know are absolutely perfect.
Like the kids whose name all the other diner learn because they are addressed by name so many times and given warning after warning after warning, but no consequences.
On Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:30:51 GMT, Wayne Boatwright wrote: > On Mon 02 Nov 2009 04:16:23p, gloria.p told us...
>> Actually all my baking sheets and cupcake pans lived in the >> trash compacter. We installed a new one because the one we >> "inherited" when we bought this house was nasty. We never, ever >> used the new one so I started using it to store skillets and >> eventually cookie sheets and cooking racks instead. It was very >> handy.
>> Thanks for the suggestion. I might salvage the oven racks to use >> as cookie cooling racks. If you're making a big batch you can >> never have too many. They would be convenient if I ever make >> pasta from scratch, also.
>> gloria p
> Let's hope you don't ever accidentally push the start button on that > compactor. That could be a real disaster. :-)
if they're cast iron skillets, could be disaster for the compactor.
On Tue, 03 Nov 2009 11:33:23 -0500, Dave Smith wrote: > George Leppla wrote: >> Kalmia wrote:
>>> Don't take a cell call when he or she is trying to take the order.
>>> Don't yell "Hey, waitress" across the room.
>> If there is a table cloth on the table, don't take a cell phone call at >> any time. I don't mind if people talk on cell phones in McDonalds, but >> not in a nice restaurant.
>> Same goes for hats/caps on men. If you want to wear your John Deere or >> Dallas Cowboys cap at McDonalds, thats fine with me. But gentlemen do >> not wear hats/caps in a nice restaurant.
> You shouldn't wear a hat or cap at a table when you are eating.... > period. You can't expect much better at McDonalds.
>> Stealing anything from a restaurant is cheap, classless and stupid, since >> if you ask the manager I suspect they'd give it to you or in the case of >> the candle holder, sell it to you reasonably. That's much better karma and >> doesn't make your table mates cross you off their invitation list for >> dining out. (Maybe dining in, too. If someone steals stuff from a >> restaurant, how do you know they won't steal something they like from your >> home?)
>Boy Howdy are your right on!! If the manager cannot spare the candle >holder, than go to the restaurant supply house and you can probably find >them cheap. Some people would steal the ashtrays in the olden days when >they had the restaurant name on them. It is still an overhead and a >headache for the restaurant to reorder them. I have a couple of place >settings of silverware (real silver) marked as "Brown Palace". I am fairly >sure that my mother bought them at a garage sale when she lived in Longmont >in her older years. I know that no one in my family was eating at the Brown >back then, as we were not that wealthy. I always say that I am going to >send them back to the hotel, but never actually bother to do it. I cringe >to think about who swiped them!!
>Dale P
There's a big difference between taking the 20¢ ashtray and a handful of book matches with the big "S" from the Sheraton and swiping your host's $100 crystal nut bowl. But still, in the case of the ashtray one should ask... usually you'll be given a brand new one.
Quite a few times I've had acquaintences as dinner guests, people most of yoose would classify as "friends", and after everyone left I discovered how my guest bath was cleaned out of aspirin, bandaids, nail clippers, even nose hair scissors... someone even lifted my toothbrush.
I'm very careful who I invite into my home, and really prefer to meet for dinner at a restaurant. I still remember a fellow I worked with inviting me to Thanksgiving dinner, his wife asked if I would cook so I agreed, I arrived early that day and began preparing food for like 30 people. Wasn't long there was an occasion I needed to use the terlit, I was pointed in the direction and when I turned on the light there was the hostesses diamond engagement ring on the sink vanity... these weren't po' folk, it was a rock. Immediately I called both over to point out her ring. They thought nothing of it and choose to leave it right there, telling me that none of their "friends" would think to take anything, made me feel like I was insulting them for suggesting such. I aked if it was real, indignantly they both said of course. Right there I developed an illness and left while that ring was right there before both their eyes. The very next day they phoned to let me know that I was correct and they appologized, after everyone left they had discovered the ring was gone. Took every bit of willpower I possesed to keep from calling them imbeciles. I was very happy I left when I did. I don't really like to accept invites to other people's homes either, with acquaintances about I much prefer dining out. When valuables disappear when guests are about it's to be expected, when left out in the open those things are known as attractive nuisances... otherwise honest people can lose their mind momentarily when small valuables and especially cash is lying about untended. Even when things are put away they can disappear when there's a house full of guests. And with a house full of guests who does one blame, typically the new kid on the block... I don't want to be in that position and so I don't readily accept invites easily. I don't permit guests to wander about my home freely, I never tell guests to make themselves to home... to a lot of people making themselves to home means rifling through your stuff and taking whatever strikes their fancy.
brooklyn1 wrote: > Quite a few times I've had acquaintences as dinner guests, people most > of yoose would classify as "friends", and after everyone left I > discovered how my guest bath was cleaned out of aspirin, bandaids, > nail clippers, even nose hair scissors... someone even lifted my > toothbrush.
The cyberpussie did the *same* thing when she supped at my place, Sheldon...
>> Quite a few times I've had acquaintences as dinner guests, people most >> of yoose would classify as "friends", and after everyone left I >> discovered how my guest bath was cleaned out of aspirin, bandaids, >> nail clippers, even nose hair scissors... someone even lifted my >> toothbrush.
>The cyberpussie did the *same* thing when she supped at my place, Sheldon...
OMG... I hope you bought a new terlit seat... I'd have booked a suite for me and my cats at Harrah's Tahoe for a week while my abode was fumigated by the Orkin man.
On Tue, 03 Nov 2009 09:45:32 -0600, George Leppla <geo...@cruisemaster.com> fired up random neurons and synapses to opine:
>Same goes for hats/caps on men. If you want to wear your John Deere or >Dallas Cowboys cap at McDonalds, thats fine with me. But gentlemen do >not wear hats/caps in a nice restaurant.
I was in Dallas a while back at a very nice restaurant with old friends and was astonished at the sheer number of men with cowboy hats firmly jammed on their heads.
>And if your kid has a hissy fit in any restaurant, get them out of there >until they are calmed down. I know... YOUR children are perfect ANGELS >and even strangers stop you on the street to tell you how wonderful YOUR >children are. I'm not talking about YOUR children... I'm talking about >everyone else's children... you know... the ones who cry and scream and >whine and stand on their chair and throw their rolls at each other. And >the ones who climb down from their chairs and run around the restaurant >like maniacs let loose on a weekend pass from the asylum. THOSE kids... >not YOURS whom we all know are absolutely perfect.
Which is why everyone in a restaurant knew my nephew's name by the time we finish a meal...and why I only suffered through the experience once. "Sit down, Jay!" "Quit running around, Jay!" "Don't throw food around, Jay"...
Terry "Squeaks" Pulliam Burd
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"If the soup had been as hot as the claret, if the claret had been as old as the bird, and if the bird's breasts had been as full as the waitress's, it would have been a very good dinner."
>>> Quite a few times I've had acquaintences as dinner guests, people >>> most of yoose would classify as "friends", and after everyone left I >>> discovered how my guest bath was cleaned out of aspirin, bandaids, >>> nail clippers, even nose hair scissors... someone even lifted my >>> toothbrush.
>> The cyberpussie did the *same* thing when she supped at my place, >> Sheldon...
> OMG... I hope you bought a new terlit seat... I'd have booked a suite > for me and my cats at Harrah's Tahoe for a week while my abode was > fumigated by the Orkin man.
Lol...
At least when she kyped my nose hair scissors she left her diaphragm behind for "collateral"...or actually mebbe that diaphragm *was* the terlit seat...!!!
On Tue, 3 Nov 2009 22:58:04 -0600, Gregory Morrow wrote: > brooklyn1 wrote:
>> "Gregory Morrow" wrote: >>> brooklyn1 wrote:
>>>> Quite a few times I've had acquaintences as dinner guests, people >>>> most of yoose would classify as "friends", and after everyone left I >>>> discovered how my guest bath was cleaned out of aspirin, bandaids, >>>> nail clippers, even nose hair scissors... someone even lifted my >>>> toothbrush.
>>> The cyberpussie did the *same* thing when she supped at my place, >>> Sheldon...
>> OMG... I hope you bought a new terlit seat... I'd have booked a suite >> for me and my cats at Harrah's Tahoe for a week while my abode was >> fumigated by the Orkin man.
> Lol...
> At least when she kyped my nose hair scissors she left her diaphragm behind > for "collateral"...or actually mebbe that diaphragm *was* the terlit > seat...!!!
> ;-)
nothing more entertaining than a dialog between two men with an abject fear of pussy.
blake murphy wrote: > On Tue, 3 Nov 2009 22:58:04 -0600, Gregory Morrow wrote:
>> brooklyn1 wrote:
>>> "Gregory Morrow" wrote: >>>> brooklyn1 wrote:
>>>>> Quite a few times I've had acquaintences as dinner guests, people >>>>> most of yoose would classify as "friends", and after everyone >>>>> left I discovered how my guest bath was cleaned out of aspirin, >>>>> bandaids, nail clippers, even nose hair scissors... someone even >>>>> lifted my toothbrush.
>>>> The cyberpussie did the *same* thing when she supped at my place, >>>> Sheldon...
>>> OMG... I hope you bought a new terlit seat... I'd have booked a >>> suite for me and my cats at Harrah's Tahoe for a week while my >>> abode was fumigated by the Orkin man.
>> Lol...
>> At least when she kyped my nose hair scissors she left her diaphragm >> behind for "collateral"...or actually mebbe that diaphragm *was* the >> terlit seat...!!!
>> ;-)
> nothing more entertaining than a dialog between two men with an > abject fear of pussy.
I don't "fear" it, blake, being a big queer 'n all I look at pussy "objectively"...let's say I can view it in a "clinical" manner.
In another life I could even be the cybercat's OB/GYN guy...!!!
>>>>>> Quite a few times I've had acquaintences as dinner guests, people >>>>>> most of yoose would classify as "friends", and after everyone >>>>>> left I discovered how my guest bath was cleaned out of aspirin, >>>>>> bandaids, nail clippers, even nose hair scissors... someone even >>>>>> lifted my toothbrush.
>>>>> The cyberpussie did the *same* thing when she supped at my place,
>>>> OMG... I hope you bought a new terlit seat... I'd have booked a >>>> suite for me and my cats at Harrah's Tahoe for a week while my >>>> abode was fumigated by the Orkin man.
>>> Lol...
>>> At least when she kyped my nose hair scissors she left her diaphragm >>> behind for "collateral"...or actually mebbe that diaphragm *was* the >>> terlit seat...!!!
>>> ;-)
>> nothing more entertaining than a dialog between two men with an >> abject fear of pussy.
>I don't "fear" it, blake, being a big queer 'n all I look at pussy >"objectively"...let's say I can view it in a "clinical" manner.
>In another life I could even be the cybercat's OB/GYN guy...!!!
>>>>>>> Quite a few times I've had acquaintences as dinner guests, >>>>>>> people most of yoose would classify as "friends", and after >>>>>>> everyone left I discovered how my guest bath was cleaned out of >>>>>>> aspirin, bandaids, nail clippers, even nose hair scissors... >>>>>>> someone even lifted my toothbrush.
>>>>>> The cyberpussie did the *same* thing when she supped at my place,
>>>>> OMG... I hope you bought a new terlit seat... I'd have booked a >>>>> suite for me and my cats at Harrah's Tahoe for a week while my >>>>> abode was fumigated by the Orkin man.
>>>> Lol...
>>>> At least when she kyped my nose hair scissors she left her >>>> diaphragm behind for "collateral"...or actually mebbe that >>>> diaphragm *was* the terlit seat...!!!
>>>> ;-)
>>> nothing more entertaining than a dialog between two men with an >>> abject fear of pussy.
>> I don't "fear" it, blake, being a big queer 'n all I look at pussy >> "objectively"...let's say I can view it in a "clinical" manner.
>> In another life I could even be the cybercat's OB/GYN guy...!!!
> Sorry if this is not a new idea, but I have been w/o newsgroup > access for three days and I come back to over 1200 messages. > Can't read them all but I have read many of the 100 restaurant > servers thread. I thought it might be interesting to see what > we as patrons of a restaurant expect of ourselves and others.
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