I am so proud of you, elfie!!! Your first cathead. I should make you a special T-shirt.

Isn't comfort food grand...

Biscuits of all kinds should be outlawed. Don't all you Johnny Rebs remember the old song:

The biscuits that they feed us,
They say are very fine.
One rolled off the table,
And killed a pal of mine.
.....Gee, Ma, I wanna go home.

Dick, that sounds like my first attempt at biscuits. Once I learned how to cook, the items I pulled from the oven were no longer a threat to anyone, unless you count indigestion!! And that was usually a result of over indulgence.

Me too, Zada. I love to cook. Actually it's the only household 'chore' I like.

When I made biscuits for my new husband many years ago. I was just
learning, and the first batch came out like rocks. I dumped them in the
garbage and a few seconds later, my husband came running in from the
back of the house, sure I'd fallen.

He needed some mending done and I didn't have a clue, so thinking he'd
help, he purchased a brand new sewing machine for me. I didn't know the
first thing about it and my neighbor showed me how to thread the thing.
My husband brought his jeans for me to mend and I did a wonderful
job--of stitching his fly to his back pocket.

For a short story based on my lack of domesticity, click here:

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewShortStory.asp?AuthorID=32503&id=30195

Those are great memories, Brenda. Brought back a few for me.

When my mate and I got together, I warned him that I willl NOT be married to a house. I expect him to help where he sees a need! And he does.

Brenda,

Great story. I love our pontoon boat. When our kids were young we had a speed boat, which most of the time went in circles to pick up kids learning to water ski. But the pontoon goes slowly over the water and is great for fishing.

I can sew, but baking just doesn't work for me. One day I proudly made brownies. However, when they were baking they smelled more like French bread, which made sense once I figured out the oil I mixed in had garlic in it.

Carol

Loved your story Brenda. I never realized that a boat could cure someone of the lust to kill.

Abe, it could work for some people.

This thread has gotten so far off topic.

Should we be concerned?

Carol

You're right Carol. I guess we all are guilty of that at times. I suppose we just go with the flow.

For me, Abe, a pontoon could cure most anything. I never did get one, tho.

Brownies with garlic? Now that tops everything.

Good for you, Zada. Maybe I'll take lessons for next time.

Stitched his fly to his back pocket! Did he laugh, or visit his lawyer the next morning?

He waited a bit to visit his lawyer--thirty years to be exact. At the
time with the sewing machine, he didn't know what to think of a grown
woman who had no basic homemaking skills. Thank God I loved to cook or
I probabaly would've lost my happy home long before I actually did.

I still can't sew, but the difference is, now I don't care. That's one good thing about the single life. Plus I can take as long as I want in the bathroom, and I don't have to share the tv clicker. Oh what bliss.

I did a good job of sewing buttons, etc. in the army. Now I just hold them out and look helpless and the job is done for me.

It sounds like Jackie takes very good care of you Dick. How is she doing after her tumble?

Looking helpless is the key. My husband used to take his mending to my mother and they'd both give me that pitiful look as if I were nice, but not too bright.