txdon
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I wonder if the eggs taste like toasted marshmallows?
Since marshmallows get the gelatin from cows you are getting your two main food groups in one small container.:thumbsup:
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I wonder if the eggs taste like toasted marshmallows?
Since marshmallows get the gelatin from cows you are getting your two main food groups in one small container.:thumbsup:
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What? You calling Marshmallows Junk Food. :confused3:
Been so long since we had free range eggs. I could not tell if the marshmallows affected the taste. There was a snake in one of the nest. Would that affect the taste?
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Very rarely we would latch on to a supply of peas to use in our bean shooters. They flew much straighter than the navy beans we usually got, but for some reason were harder to come by. I still remember how the navys would swell up and wrinkle if held too long in my cheek, just waiting for the perfect moment to unload a stream of 'em on an unsuspecting insect or house pet, or even better, good buddy!:laughing:
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Greetings from Louisiana. It's been a while since I was last here.
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I tried Amazon Pantry once, too. I was impressed by the heavy box my order came in. Not so impressed by the broken boxes of pasta I found at the bottom of the box, under the big cans of tomato puree. Think I'll continue to do my shopping at the grocery store. At least there if things get damaged in shipping, I know who to blame (me).:confused2:
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Free range simply means uncaged nowadays, but actually meant unrestrained originally.
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Good to see Whipper in action on the video.
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OK you three guys that express a desire to loose 10-20 pounds how serious are you?
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I would think the hawks, owls, coyotes, foxes, stray dogs, domestic pets, chicken snakes and bobcats would get all the uncaged chickens in a few months.
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Welcome back, CJR. Hope things are going well for you down in Louisana!
Never been tempted to raise chickens. It would take too many to meet my demands for drummets.:laughing: The neighbors around here seem to eat their layers at about eighteen months as the egg production falls off. Helps explain the regular TSC chick sales.
My mother was pure murder on any sort of pea or bean. Always cooked to mush. Then there were the lima beans, which were served in a casserole of sausage meatballs and a sauce that guaranteed a sizzling case of heartburn, even to a little kid. Never to be forgotten was the neighbor lady who babysat, who always seemed to serve meals out of cans, and favored an awful combination of corn, carrots, and peas smothered in some kind of slimy white sauce. Makes me gag just to think about it, and it did make me gag back then. I remember filling one plate with puke, right at the dinner table! The only beans that pass muster in my book are fresh green beans slow simmered with a smoked ham hock, or baked beans with a dollop of extra molasses added for character and flavor. Just never could get over the chalky texture of peas prepared "like mom used to".:talktothehand:
Got a start on preparing the 3D printed panel for the Vanagon yesterday, but when I compared it to the remains of the original, I found that there was an extra part to it that covered where the control knobs would mount. That left a hollow chamber behind the extra panel, so I cut it out with a carbide burr mounted in the Foredom tool, then smoothed things up with the little belt sander. Don't know how it happened, but the little plastic window that shows a miniature drivetrain with telltale dots at the location of each differential locker had been warped badly, and would no longer lay flat in its window. I sandwiched it in a few layers of paper and put an old iron, set to low heat, on it for a minute or two, leaving it considerably flatter. It's usable again, but also has much of the paint chipped off the back, leaving it an unsightly mess. So I think I'll have a go at duplicating it using the computer driven mask cutter and some acetate. The bar isn't very high at this point, and a replacement, if I can even find one, is likely to have all the same problems.
The only work on the old motorcycle consisted of sanding off the white lettering that covered the new battery, then giving it a coat of clear sealer to restore the shine. That left it a uniform black color that much more closely mimics the batteries available back in the '60s. Never painted a battery before, but there's always a first time for everything.
Have a good one, gang!
Welcome back, CJR. Hope things are going well for you down in Louisana!
Never been tempted to raise chickens. It would take too many to meet my demands for drummets.:laughing: The neighbors around here seem to eat their layers at about eighteen months as the egg production falls off. Helps explain the regular TSC chick sales.
My mother was pure murder on any sort of pea or bean. Always cooked to mush. Then there were the lima beans, which were served in a casserole of sausage meatballs and a sauce that guaranteed a sizzling case of heartburn, even to a little kid. Never to be forgotten was the neighbor lady who babysat, who always seemed to serve meals out of cans, and favored an awful combination of corn, carrots, and peas smothered in some kind of slimy white sauce. Makes me gag just to think about it, and it did make me gag back then.
I remember filling one plate with puke, right at the dinner table! The only beans that pass muster in my book are fresh green beans slow simmered with a smoked ham hock, or baked beans with a dollop of extra molasses added for character and flavor. Just never could get over the chalky texture of peas prepared "like mom used to".:talktothehand:Got a start on preparing the 3D printed panel for the Vanagon yesterday, but when I compared it to the remains of the original, I found that there was an extra part to it that covered where the control knobs would mount. That left a hollow chamber behind the extra panel, so I cut it out with a carbide burr mounted in the Foredom tool, then smoothed things up with the little belt sander. Don't know how it happened, but the little plastic window that shows a miniature drivetrain with telltale dots at the location of each differential locker had been warped badly, and would no longer lay flat in its window. I sandwiched it in a few layers of paper and put an old iron, set to low heat, on it for a minute or two, leaving it considerably flatter. It's usable again, but also has much of the paint chipped off the back, leaving it an unsightly mess. So I think I'll have a go at duplicating it using the computer driven mask cutter and some acetate. The bar isn't very high at this point, and a replacement, if I can even find one, is likely to have all the same problems.
The only work on the old motorcycle consisted of sanding off the white lettering that covered the new battery, then giving it a coat of clear sealer to restore the shine. That left it a uniform black color that much more closely mimics the batteries available back in the '60s. Never painted a battery before, but there's always a first time for everything.
Have a good one, gang!
