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We knew this day would come

Jack has found his way on top of the beams in the kitchen. This wouldn’t be a huge problem — well, other’n the old greasy shit he knocks off the beams onto the work surfaces — but his only path to reach them is up a series of shelves covered in china. So far, no casualties, but I fear for my novelty teapots.

Welcome back! We had a lovely time and we’re trying desperately to hang onto that feeling for a few more days. I went to work this morning, but it was so utterly dead, I’m not sure I’ll repeat the experiment until Friday.



Comment from dissent555
Time: December 30, 2014, 12:04 am

Regular work days for me today and tomorrow, but was and will be slow as molasses would be out in out current midwestern temperatures.

Comment from AliceH
Time: December 30, 2014, 12:57 am

Happy New year, all.

From the last post, I have to say I have an equal but opposite cracker access problem…. Saltiness are everywhere, but Carr’s Water Biscuits (my favorite for cheese and crackers) aren’t, and where they are available the price is too high to justify buying them except as a “treat”.

Anyway, it occurred to me making crackers from couldn’t be too hard, and that proved true after i found and followed a Water Biscuit recipe found online.

All of which is preamble to this Saltine recipe:

2 c. flour
1 tsp. salt
2/3 c. milk
2 tbsp. butter
1/2 tsp. baking soda

Combine the dry ingredients, cut in the butter, then stir in the milk.

Round into a ball and knead for few strokes. Divide dough into several pieces and roll out very thin on a floured board.

Lay sheets on ungreased cookie sheet. Sprinkle with salt and prick with a fork. Cut into 1 1/2 inch squares with a sharp knife or pizza cutter.

Bake at 375 degrees for 10 to 12 minutes or until lightly browned.

Looks simple. What have you got to lose? 😉

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: December 30, 2014, 4:29 am

Stoaty—Remember earthquake wax? aka museum wax or putty. It would secure your pretty teapots against Jack’s explorations. I use it to hold down all sorts of things.

Re: crackers. I’ve never made crackers, but I tried to make flour tortillas one time and they came out like crackers 🙁

Great photo! He’s very expressive.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: December 30, 2014, 4:48 am

Ceiling Cat disapproves of your silly affection for pretty teapots.

Beware! He is an angry and vengeful God!*

* Judging from his expression and the fact that he is a cat, but mostly the fact that he is a cat

Comment from lauraw
Time: December 30, 2014, 4:54 am

Trouble wears red. Your own fault. Can’t be helped now.

Comment from mojo
Time: December 30, 2014, 5:03 am

Yeah, they like to be up high. It’s a cat thing, you wouldn’t understand.

Tucker has routes around the house that rarely touch the floor.

Comment from David Gillies
Time: December 30, 2014, 5:23 am

Maybe bow to the inevitable and give him a route up there that doesn’t go near the china. Although, being a cat and therefore perverse, he will probably climb up the cabinets anyway.

Comment from JuliaM
Time: December 30, 2014, 7:56 am

This is the best time of the year – no work, house full of food & booze & a chance to relax!

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: December 30, 2014, 11:27 am

Sadly, a certain badger was back working on Monday. Dig, dig, dig….

Comment from Nina
Time: December 30, 2014, 12:46 pm

Still in Norway, where Christmas goes on forever. I’ll be glad to get home and go back to eating normally!

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: December 30, 2014, 12:55 pm

Husband was so relieved to go back to work Monday. Four days of relaxation is a stretch for Mr. Congeniality.

Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: December 30, 2014, 4:56 pm

I’m at home with a three-year-old who wants to watch Monsters Inc. ten times a day. Granted, it’s better than The Land Before Time or Cars, but I am actually looking forward to returning to the office.

edit: Sweas, I was wondering this morning – have you started speaking British English (either from exposure or to be easier to understand)? Like, do you say “coo-pay” instead of coupe and “garritch” instead of garage, and do you walk on the pavement instead of driving on it?

Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: December 30, 2014, 5:27 pm

Like, do you say “coo-pay” instead of coupe and “garritch” instead of garage,

My wife is reasonably fluent in Frentish, & spent some time in Pair-E back in the 80s, so I get corrected all the time. I’ve started to truly love the British mispronunciations, & use them to great effect: “SIT-ron” (Citroën) & “coo-PAY” are delightful in their forceful lack of respect for the language of the white-flagged man-lovers.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 30, 2014, 7:18 pm

There are some words you simply have to change to be understood, Mrs P. There’s no way around saying “petrol” when you mean “gas” or people will think you’re talking about propane. It’s not worth the annoyance just to be stubborn. And I pick up their slang pretty easily.

But I think my American accent is pretty well intact. I slip once in a while and hear a British pronunciation roll off my tongue, but not often.

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: December 30, 2014, 7:22 pm

It’s to show deliberate, if somewhat measured, contempt, Stark Dickflüssig.

You can always tell someone who is genuinely top drawer when he pronounces valet to rhyme with claret.

Scum like me, until I learned better,(and the French) drop the last letter.

Lord Pauncefoote would do no such thing 😉

Comment from David Gillies
Time: December 31, 2014, 11:30 pm

It’s pronounced coo-pay (both syllables unstressed) because it has an acute accent on the end: coupé — so that’s how it’s supposed to be pronounced. A coop is where chickens live.

My accent is still fairly U although tending a little more towards the demotic in the 27 years since I left school.

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