The Sunday Confessional: May 3

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Heather says:
I had to laugh when a radio show I enjoy began a segment, Minor Confessions. I like to pretend they are closet Home Ec 101 fans and someday they’ll slip and confess that. Sometimes life sets the bar pretty high and not all of us meet it every day. Rather than hide those slips and misses, get them off your chest and know you aren’t alone.

I’ve got a couple to get the ball rolling:

  • I am a complete and utter spaz. If there is a hole, I’ll find it and turn my ankle. I can walk along a smooth sidewalk and trip over nothing. At least in downtown Charleston, I’m not the only one tripping; the sidewalks are cracked and uneven, not to mention the cobblestones.  A trip down there allows me to fumble on my way in peace.
  • There is a package of chicken feet in my fridge and I’m endlessly and morbidly fascinated. I have a post planned for later this week on bravery in the kitchen. Here’s where the metal meets the road, folks.

Dish on, Home Eccers, remember perfect is a dirty word.

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7 thoughts on “The Sunday Confessional: May 3”

  1. Where the metal meets the road? Is that like, when you hit a pothole really hard and the bumper falls off? 🙂

    Seriously – more power to ya with the chicken feet. Not that I’d even know where to get those in our vast Gettysburg metro area (ha!) but I’ve heard that they make a most excellent stock. But, they’re feet. And you KNOW what they walked around in…just scrub them well. Maybe a little Pine Sol in the water? LOL

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  2. My confession – there is a half-gallon jar of homemade chicken stock in the back of my fridge that I just kept forgetting to use, and now I keep forgetting to dump when my DH is out. I can’t do it when he’s here, because then I’d have to explain why I let it go bad. So there it sits, going from bad to worse, to lab experiment….maybe it’ll eventually work the lid off the jar and slither out of my house…

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  3. People think I wear black a lot because it’s chic and fashionable.

    It’s actually because I rarely can finish a meal without spilling something on myself.

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  4. After going to the grocery store I rarely feel like dividing up the ground beef into the ziploc baggies so I can freeze what isn’t going to be immediately used. The last two times I have purchased big honking packages (5lb) of the stuff I have just put it in the fridge with the idea I”ll do it “tomorrow”.

    I have had to pitch it the last two times because I wound up completely forgetting to do that.

    I am, sometimes, incredibly lazy. I hate touching raw meat, too. Mostly, though, that is lazy.

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  5. I used to love eating chicken feet when I was small. I would eat it at the neighbors and when my mother found out she had a huge fit! I so miss them. As to the klutzies, I have fallen twice so far this week. I am 62 and on dialysis. It has gotten worse so I like to think it is the dialysis that is causing it but in reality I have always fallen down a lot. I don’t pick up my feet when I walk (have been called a penguin a lot) so have fallen many times. Would you believe I have never broken a bone (knock on wood)? I have learned to just relax when I stumble. Have scared so many people. That is one cool way of getting attention.

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  6. Ch-ch-ch-chicken feet? Whoa, you are brave!

    My grandfather used to eat pickled pigs feet. I couldn’t deal with that, either. Those feet are made for walking, and walking’s what I’ll do…right out of the room. ;o)

    I just found out this week that I should have been refrigerating the almond butter. I didn’t think you had to, since you don’t refrigerate peanut butter. Strike that – in my research, I found out that you do have to refrigerate organic peanut butter. Gah, two strikes! Makes me wonder how many opportunities to poison someone I’ve missed over the past XX+ years of unrefrigerated nut butters. ;o)

    But I made up for it by making my own yogurt (saved over half the cost of the premium brand I always buy) and my own strawberry preserves (got three BIG jars for the same cost as one little jar of the store-bought stuff). And I know precisely what went into them!

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