So... Whats for lunch?

Started by kits, Feb 06 06 09:57

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P.C.

ox tail soup is yummy> russ> you mentioned the other day that the cook put diced carrot in his spaghetti sauce> i have always used a grated carrot in the sauce>>>it just makes it richer and adds a few nutrients to boot> i also toss in a couple tablespoons of rolled oats and a wee bit of all_bran>

Sir Isaac Newton invented the swinging door....for the convenience of his cat.

Sportsdude

hey p.c! how was keyboard shopping?  
"We can't stop here. This is bat country."

P.C.

hubby says he"ll bring one home from work today>  it"s making me crazy typing like a fool>[img style="CURSOR: pointer" onclick=url(this.src); src="http://www.cheesebuerger.de/images/more/bigs/c008.gif" border=0]
Sir Isaac Newton invented the swinging door....for the convenience of his cat.

Sportsdude

lol, but hey at least your having a laugh over it, which is always good.  
"We can't stop here. This is bat country."

pitbullca.bc

goodafternoon..late afternoon...hiya peeps..hiya SD!  

P.C.

hello misspit>>>>>>>long time no see
Sir Isaac Newton invented the swinging door....for the convenience of his cat.

pitbullca.bc

and a hello to you miss pc!  haha...likewise!  how goes the garden of Eden?

Sportsdude

"We can't stop here. This is bat country."

pitbullca.bc

any more dormwarming gifts yet SD?

Sportsdude

nope not yet. Should get info either tomorrow or thursday.  
"We can't stop here. This is bat country."

P.C.

Ta Daaaaa !!!!

  Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country.
Sir Isaac Newton invented the swinging door....for the convenience of his cat.

Sportsdude

woot, new keyboard right?  
"We can't stop here. This is bat country."

P.C.

Yes.....lol. [img style="CURSOR: pointer" onclick=url(this.src); src="http://www.cheesebuerger.de/images/smilie/froehlich/a040.gif" border=0]       Holy moly that was frustrating.
Sir Isaac Newton invented the swinging door....for the convenience of his cat.

tenkani

~I'm in the Mood for Lunch~

  In that bright hour that day I first beheld
Your wondrous starting course, my heartbeat rang
With glorious joy, and my heart rebelled.
For the joy of lunch, I let all else hang.

In that idyllic moment the birds sang.
Yet that spring of my life was temporal,
And those blissful dreams went out with a bang.
Lunch seemed so perfect, preternatural,

But my winter blew in with the mistral.
I was filled, but it was to no avail,
Lunch slipped into my gut, the cruel tendril.
Lunch that led me down a much sadder trail.

Without your lunch, my heart is not replete,
And without you, my meal is not complete.


  -S. Ombre  
Denizen of Moo Uria
   
For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of Juan Valdez
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of coffee forever.

Sportsdude

cool poem tenkani.

so I guess this means no liquids by the keyboard right P.C.?
 
"We can't stop here. This is bat country."

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