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March 26, 2004
Friday Fiddlefaddle
What do you call a soup or stew that has everything in it? Isn't there a word for that, where you empty the contents of your refrigerator into a pot and cook it up? Sheesh. I'm losing my brain cells. Anyway ...
The last 3 days I found myself unexpectedly having to access the Web via dial-up. Though not shocking to me, it did prevent me from my online routine -- reading all the blogs I read, leaving comments, etc. It took way too much time that I didn't have and the time needed to be directed toward preparing my taxes. So be it, I tried to leave my mark where I could.
One of the more amusing things that happened during my unplanned switch from broadband to dial-up was the visitation of the cable guy yesterday. I'd venture to guess that he was maybe 20 years old, or he just was blessed with having a young face. I took one look at him and thought "kid." It's terrible to stereotype, but that's what happened. The majority of his 10-minute visit was spent talking with me about Windows vs Macs, pros and cons, and different browsers. When he had me test the broadband connection and looked at my desktop he said, "Oh! I've never seen THAT browser before. What is it?" There I was, explaining the browser to him and continuing our discussion of operating systems.
The thought occurred to me after he left that we always refer to those who visit from the cable company as the "cable guy." I couldn't help but wonder if there aren't women who do that job also. It's not as if we're not capable of it. I suppose some folks, myself included, just automatically think that when it comes to certain jobs, a man is the stereotype and that's who will show up. I recall one instance when the telephone company repair person showed up to fix my phone line, and to my surprise (and delight, actually) it was a woman. Now that's progress! Too bad we don't see more of it.
Hopping off the "I am woman" soapbox now, some of you mentioned that you were getting the login/password box when accessing this page. I'll tell you what happened. My bad. I found that something/someone/whatever was sucking quite a bit of bandwidth and I attempted to password-protect my images directory. Well oops, I did it again and that's why you were getting that prompt. Thanks to those of you who pointed it out, as I thought I had fixed that last night.
ION (in other news), huge festivities going on this weekend. Sunday marks the next birthday for friend Marcus, who says he might spend the day camping(?), and it is the big, annual, no-holds-barred blowout party at my mom's house. My youngest brother and I share birthdays that are a day apart (with some years in-between, mind you,) and I've been served my family summons to appear and take part. Last year I showed up with my own cake, where I'd had the folks at the bakery write "happy birthday to me" on it. Typical of my sense of humor, mom didn't find it funny at all, and was hurt by my attempt at laughter. She said she felt like I did it because I was trying to tell her that she was remiss in her duties as the mother. It took a great deal of explanation to change her mind. Sometimes my attempts at humor land with a huge THUD.
Technically, my BD isn't until Tuesday. For some reason, this year my mindset about it is pretty subdued. Actually, most years it is like that overall. I used to get really excited about my birthday. I used to go out and buy some small present for myself because in all honesty, I'm just so madly in love with me that I deserve it. (wink, wink.) I can tell I'm getting old because I can see the shift in my mindset. Call it aging, call it times-a-changin', call it anything you want, I just dont' think that way anymore. *shrug*
Other than all the above, I've got maybe 5 files pending on my desktop of stories and other goodies that are just sitting there, waiting to be transferred to this space. Procrastinator? Yup. Sometimes. I tend to write things up, re-read them and ask myself, "who the hell wants to read this shit?" It's Friday, and it's becoming one of those days.
Cindy
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goulosh or suckatash is what my family has always called a soup or stew with everything in it.. all the left overs that isnt enough to feed everyone just thrown together
Brain matter deposited by: TL on March 26, 2004 12:58 PM
I think most people say goulash for that sort of thing although when I make it it's not a thrown together from everything sort of soup.
You're right about the cable guy thing. I don't believe I've ever seen a cable gal and can't say as I blame them. I wouldn't want to do that job either.
Brain matter deposited by: Kat on March 26, 2004 2:40 PM
Mulligan - Can be soup (watery) or stew (thick and chunky)
Goulash has to have potato in it (I think).
Grandpa used to make 50/50 stew - one horse, one rabbit (which really just mean you have no idea what went into it - there was never any horse in it but rabbit was a possibility).
Brain matter deposited by: ozguru on March 26, 2004 3:27 PM
The word I was thinking of is 'bouillabaisse' - which is similar but obviously not the same thing. It's fish stew made with several kinds of fish and shellfish. The heck with that though, the stew (with potatoes, of course) sounds delicious and now I'm hungry!!
Brain matter deposited by: Cindy on March 26, 2004 3:47 PM
I don't put potatoes in my goulash. It's made with round steak cut into cubes and sauteed with butter and onion. Add canned tomatoes, water, lots of paprika, one large thinly sliced onion, garlic and a bayleaf and simmer until the meat is tender. Can't remember the measurements and I probably left some seasonings out. I serve this with spaetzel (sp?). Very rich and very good.
Brain matter deposited by: Kat on March 26, 2004 4:33 PM
I cannot for the life of me remember what that's called, but I know that it has a familiar name because I was just talking about it with my girlfriend.
Brain matter deposited by: Paul on March 26, 2004 5:29 PM