Ambergris

I have 11. It's fine, except that the off button is in the center of the bottom bar instead of in the bottom left hand corner.

Sitting here frustrated. I used to be able to buy cans of apples, onions and so on by the case from the LDS central supply, which was open to the public. But now, I can't put anything in the cart without being prompted to input my Church Account User Name and Password, which I don't have. Do they no longer sell to people without church accounts?

Cocoa used to be very acidic too. Now it's "dutched" to make it much less acidic. You have to account for this in recipes, unless you're using special chocolate.

Note the teaspoon to tablespoon ratio, which does not match ours. Their tablespoon is our tablespoon (because a gill is currently four ounces, and a tablespoon is currently half an ounce), so their teaspoons are smaller than ours. We need to account for this.

Basically it says press the alienhead to turn on or off the keyboard lighting. Press FN plus F5 or F6 to turn the lights up or down.

Does this work? Open- Alienware AlienFX. Click- My Themes. Select- Basic-> Blackout. ... Go to sleep without a little light keeping you awake. Click Quick change under Go Light/Go Dark to change to a recent color scheme you have had activated, added, or created Or here's a pdf I took of page 14 of a manual that might work on your machine. Alienware Pro Gaming Keyboard AW768 User's Guide.pdf

Right now, just a few hens and cats. The neighbor's rooster wanders, though, and we sometimes hatch chicks. Unfortunately, nobody but me is willing to butcher and clean the fryers, so the growing chicks crowd up the henyard and wander around outside it until the predators work their numbers down and only the few who fit comfortably in the henyard are left. Yet I am the only one who thinks it would be better to have a nice, clean butchering day? Yes, I am. We need a dog, or a pair of them, but only I think so. "We would need a dog-sitter to go anywhere." Well, when do we ever go anywhere? Alternatively, there's always boarding kennels. Or dog-sitters. And we don't need to housebreak puppies. We could get older dogs that are already housebroken and respectful of cats and chickens--there are plenty being abandoned by people having to move these days. I'm just too tired to argue about it, though. We also should have rabbits and guinea pigs again, but I can't lift the feed bags and those who haul chicken feed for me are not willing to double up with more feed. Also, they are not willing to pitch in on taking care of critters when I fade. And I can't get critters that will be neglected. At least the chickens are pretty good at taking care of themselves. It's hard not having kids/teenagers to boss around day in and day out.

Green Dean is one of my favorites. Also look at David the Good's old site, although much of the information will be too tropical for most of you; I have all DTG's nonfiction books even though I don't agree with everything he says.

Which ones?

I said something wrong up there, with the grating butter part. You grate the butter add that measure to the measure of the milk and that's equal to how much flour you use. I hate not saying important things. You use both self-rising flour and a bit of extra baking soda. It doesn't taste right without the extra baking soda.

To make good biscuits, you can't be afraid of fat. If you have heavy cream (36% milkfat), you can make super-easy biscuits with equal parts heavy cream and self-rising flour, plus a three-finger pinch of baking soda. This will make a wet, gloppy dough that will stick to your hands and need to be squee-geed off each finger if you mix by hand instead of spoon. I clearly recall watching my granny slide up and down every finger to get the dough off, although I don't think she ever used heavy cream in her life. She put fat into her biscuits with Crisco. Back to the cream and flour. Mix the ingredients in a bowl. If you have dough on your hands, clean them off by flouring them heavily, standing over the trash can, and rubbing off the dough. The flour dries it and it comes right off. When your hands are clean and dry, or if you start out that way, dust your hands with flour, pinch off enough dough to make a small biscuit, and very gently pat it into shape, adding just enough flour on the surface to keep it from sticking to you. You can get the feel of it after one or two biscuits, really. Drop it on your biscuit pan (not greased, just plain). If you have dough sticking to you, flour your hands and stand over the trash can and clean it off. You have to have non-sticky, floured hands to make another biscuit. When the pan is full or you run out of dough, cook in a hot oven until the top is as close to golden brown as you can get it without burning the bottom. If you don't keep heavy cream in the house, and most people don't, you can freeze stick butter, grate it in a cheese grater, and use half a stick of butter (more if you like) plus a cup of any milk per cup of flour. Or you can do it my granny's way and make a dip in your bucket of flour, pour in a cup or so of milk or buttermilk, drop in a scant handful of Crisco, and roll around the glob, gooshing between your fingers to mix in the flour and milk with the fat, until it looks right. Then squeegee off your fingers and start pinching out biscuits. If you use more flour or bread flour, you're more likely to make rolls than biscuits. There's nothing wrong with rolls, but they aren't biscuits. If you use another technique and find biscuit dough sticking to your work surface, you can rub it off with flour--remember this trick.

Don't be afraid of sloppy-wet dough. And get White Lily flour if you can. Soft flour makes a difference, and White Lily is the softest I know of.

Mullein pipes and mullein cigars were an old remedy for dangerous croup. When I tried to grow it, bugs and/or snails came out every direction to eat it, really worse than anything I've ever managed to get past the sprout stage. Be ready to defend your plants, and consider keeping them in pots or putting them next to something aromatic enough to confuse the vermin. My first thought about the inula graveolens was that I could probably grow that. My second, after some research, was that Bidens was enough of a weed here. I don't need something worse.

I've tried the dry ice. Those buckets molded. Maybe because the dry ice had water frost on it, or something. You're supposed to put the dry ice on a sheet of paper and let the vapors go off the paper and down into your bucket of stuff, and supposed to remove any water ice, but also supposed to shut the lid before it completely melts. Also, the dog kept barking at me, as I recall, and the kids were way too interested. Maybe I should try this again. No dog, no kids. Or just keep stuffing it in the freezer and keeping it there until needed. A year, two years... Magic marker is good to label each bag boldly with the month and year of purchase.

Thank you Euphrasyne. Do you make the silver-dollar pancakes? That's what I pictured, with everything else being of a size as you described.

I'm recuperating. I was in a tailspin yesterday. I thought I had wasted the day on a mistake, when it turned out I got myself twisted sideways in the mid-afternoon and only wasted from there on. I got everything ironed out today. Worked late to get it turned in. That's dangerous, because late afternoons is when I make my errors, but 1) it had to get in and 2) I've worked on this project long enough to have a a feeling the big goofy errors have already been undone. Mostly, I really had to get another project turned in for this week. I haven't turned in anything since Monday. I'm supposed to be averaging one a day. I was trying to rearrange a closet and found my knitting. I thought I could sit down and start on something, because the yarn had some alpaca in it and was so beautiful. Even with my son to tie the first loop-knot, though, I couldn't feel my hands enough to do it. I'm going to teach the ex-teenagers to knit sometime soon, and give them my yarn stash if they like it.

You have to take care of your elders as much as you can, especially when they refuse to take care of themselves.

People who don't like masks should consider wearing them into public bathrooms. Consider what is being aerosolized with every flush. (It's worth being said as a separate rule.)

Wastewater sampling shows increased amounts of virus in cities across the country, and a new Omicron subvariant is fueling a fresh wave of illness in Europe. Congress is arguing a new COVID relief bill that would provide $15 billion funding for testing, antiviral drugs, and vaccines, which are currently free. I can see them dropping the "free" part and pushing the cost to insurance companies, which will gradually push the cost to consumers, while having them gets more and more necessary/mandatory, whichever way you want to look at it. There's a war on. War breeds disease, and disease mutation. That's without the factor of disease being used deliberately as a weapon. Don't think Putin is above this, or that he lacks the resources.

At the bottom they're all politicians. I'm not here to say more than that.

Thanks, Dogmom.

Went in to the office today. Thursday is usually a work-from-home day for me, but my production has been so low that it behooves me to spend more time in the office so they can see I'm trying. Unfortunately, the most comfortable furniture they can arrange wracks me up so much that by two p.m. I'm pacing to get the kinks out, and then staring blankly at the page because it still doesn't mean anything, and generally getting nothing constructive done. That's what happened again today. Also, today around three, when I was ready to quit for the day, I saw that a lot of the day's work was based on the fact I had misread the year something happened in. I'll have to rework about twelve pages in the morning when my brain is fresh. When my son brought me home, the hens came rushing to meet me with their wings out. They gave my heart a lift. Silly birds. I don't really think the job will keep me too many more months. I haven't been able to work full time and they need a full timer. My replacement is already in training. I'm just lucky the job is so specialized it takes a year or two to get halfway competent. Halfway competent might be enough for them. My error rate is high now, which never used to be a thing. Years ago, I was producing up to twice the quota and getting comments on my quality. But then a certain someone (no longer there) took a spite and started making me redo my work and go to painstaking detail to prove it didn't have errors, and then she left but I got this brain injury... So now I'm drinking cocoa and thinking about whether to wind everything down and minimize expenses, or look for a replacement (part time) job that won't interfere with my pension and might led me move forward instead of downward. I have to decide whether to buy a new trailer-house, which I can't really afford unless everything goes exactly right and nothing changes for the worse at all, or to sell the land and move to a smaller place I might could keep up with better, maybe in Texas with a friend in a similar situation, or whether to invest in really substantial repairs to the current trailer-house, with or without selling off part of the land to finance the work. So of course I'm on this website instead of trying to make sense of the numbers like I should be, right?

Not to hijack the thread, I wish I was up to more. My health and a poor choice of where to put resources (meaning not in irrigation) means a lot of effort and a great start got wasted. Now we're looking around and trying to figure out where to go from here. At least we have two deep freezers, and are getting good at cycling the food in one of them. The other, unfortunately, has meat hard-frosted to the bottom of it that will need to be defrosted out and then canned. (At least we don't have to worry that it's been ruined by any extended hurricane blackout.) No one is eager to approach this job, as you might guess.

Thank you, Mother. Could be, Dee. Florida bugs are something else.