How times have changed, I treat raw meat like I'm handling plutonium.
Sam and Ella carve the turkey for Thanksgiving.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
My Assemblages
My Studio Tour
Welcome
- Linda Summerfield
- Chicago , IL, United States
- Collage artist, Etsy shopkeeper, collector, flea marketer, craft instructor, party planner, and content creator. EMAIL: funvintagestyle@gmail.com
Our Home
Cool Places To See Us
Popular Posts
-
Awkward Family Photos We have all taken our share of awkward family photos, and there is now a site where you can go to admire some of the v... -
cool pics from Life Congratulations Claudia ! Using Random.org the number 13 was selected as the winner of my vintage prize giveaway.Pleas... -
The Strand They aren't kidding when they say they have over 18 miles of books. Our purchases from this fabulous shop almost forced us t... -
Karen Valentine/My Desert Cottage is hosting a blogging event to show the spaces where bloggers and artists create. Please check out her si... -
Does anyone else out there in blogland collect souvenir beaded belts? We probably have about twenty belts and they are getting extremely har...
M.E. Home Companion Feb./March 2008
photos by Barbara Elliot Martin
8 comments:
how funny...i treat meat the same way. how funny how things change! :)
What great photos! And I'm with you - I handle raw poultry like it's ... well, plutonium. You put it perfectly.
BTW, your blog always makes me happy. Thanks for writing and thanks for making my day more than you know!
Friends make fun of me because I'm paranoid about the food being the right temp. etc. But that's from being raised on Pepto because my Mother didn't. She'd leave it out all night, reheat it the next day. The Pink Stuff was my best friend. Ha!
Well, I hope this doesn't mean the Thanksgiving meal is a science experiment (like it is at my lab, I mean, house...) Isn't it funny how we have introduced every chemical and antibiotic we could create into whatever was forced to stand still long enough, and it's MORE dangerous now than ever before?!
Stick to the yams.... who can't appreciate something with a big helping of broiled marshmallows?!
xoxo
Karen
Imagine my surprise when I saw the title of your last entry...Sam & Ella are the names of my grandchildren. :o) Have a happy day!
Dear Jill,
When you tell people Sam and Ella are coming do they think you mean salmonella?
Around here, after the bird goes in the oven, the smell of bleach takes over! Not as enticing but very sanitary.
Can you imagine trying to make a Thanksgiving dinner in that kitchen- tiny oven, no counter space- and I bet no dishwasher.
Post a Comment