Sharing all my eccentricities with you. Cooking, canning, baking, sewing, gardening, emergency preparedness and some military issues.
Pantry Re-Do Day 1
I ran out of space and have just been piling boxes in the room. It is driving me crazy. See what I mean?
I have to take everything off those shelves and move them down to get that shelf on the back wall to fit on the wall with these two. Then I'm going to start making a special shelf for my home canned foods. They cannot be stacked and purchased shelves waste space because the shelves are so far apart.
Many times you know a split second before it happens. You feel helpless. Perhaps even yell out "NO!!" Then it permeates the air. You choke. Your poor dog is yelping, running straight for the door to get back inside. What are you going to do? Run to the store to buy an expensive product? Tomato juice? No. Febreeze? No. Repeated baths? No. The solution? Make your own vet recommended wash. Mom reminded me of this today. I have no idea how our conversation even ended up on skunk smell. Sometimes our conversations go in very strange directions. But we're both eccentric so that's okay. Several years ago a vet recommended this combination to us and then recently another vet recommended it to my Mom when her dog got sprayed. She was smart enough to write the recipe down. Thank you Mom! No, my dogs didn't get sprayed. I worry though because every once in a while I get the pungent aroma of skunk in the neighborhood. I don't lie to myself and think it
Before I do regularly clean the trays. Weekly or more often. But I can never get off the crud that is burned on. I kept telling myself next week I'll just buy new trays. Then I saw this pin: Source: onegoodthingbyjillee.com via Robin on Pinterest Hey! Those look just like mine. Okay, let's give it a try. It's super easy to do. Grab a heavy duty zipper bag. (Freezer grade would be best.) And put your trays in the bag. I did two at a time because my stove is almost always in use. Add a splash of straight ammonia to the bag. **Hold your breath.** Quickly seal the bag. I put the time on mine because I have short term memory problems. The original pin said to leave for 24 hours. I only left mine for 8 hours. I am impatient and figured if it wasn't enough I'd just put them back in. I took a deep breath, with water running, opened the bag and turned it so all the ammonia would run down the drain, I left the water running over the trays while I
Dear Mr. President; My husband came back from his second tour in Iraq. Within a few short months I knew something was terribly wrong. His command used every excuse they could other than he was truly ill. After begging for a year he got a referral to neurology. After one test he was diagnosed with dementia. Later to be determined that it was Lewy Body Dementia. The doctor put him on profile, command rejected it. Not once but many times. He was repeatedly punished, his rank was stripped from him, sentenced time and again to 45 days of extra duty. This is 18 hour days, 7 days a week. (Stress makes dementia worse.) I finally got him medically retired in August 2014. February 4, 2015, not quite six months since his retirement I received a phone call that his treatment had sparked an Army wide internal investigation. They tried to talk to him but by now he was incapable of complete conversations. February 8, 2015 my husband, the man his command refused to believe was gravely sick, died. N