You said the Schroedinger Equation collapsed perfectly.

[jackshoegazer]

I've already gotten rid of three DVDs through SwapaDVD.com.  Now I just have to find some DVDs I want that are listed.  The nice thing is that you can add things to a wish list and as soon as they're available, they send you an email to alert you.

Work was a bear today.  You can read about one bit of it, my run in with a junkie in pink fleece, in jackstaxi.

Afterwards, I came home and made dinner; garlic mashed potatoes, honey carrots, and Italian-seasoned, breaded tofu.  Simple, hearty, and good.  Then I got caught up on my flist and comments while Jacquelyn crocheted and Ethan read some George R.R. Martin.

When my grandmother died a few years ago, many of the family members requested copies of all her recipes, since she was an excellent cook and one-time pastry chef.  My uncle Rick was put in charge of this grand task and finally, today, he emails everyone one recipe - her homemade barbecue sauce.  Here it is, for your edification:

Gramma Parker's Barbecue Sauce

Dice the following:

• 1/2 bushel tomatoes
• 2 bundles celery
• 5 green peppers
• 5 large onions

Mix with:

• 4 cups brown sugar
• 1 pint cider vinegar
• 4 tbsp salt

Boil slowly until thick; about 4 hours. 1/2 hour before done, add:

• 2 tsp cinnamon
• 2 tsp cloves
• 2 tsp nutmeg

Enjoy!

I want her homemade potato chip recipe.  I remember those were amazing.  Even peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and apple juice poured from a carton.  She was an amazing grandmother, so everything she made tasted like magic.

Comments

[onesoul.livejournal.com]

what a lovely tribute to her... *smile*

everything she made tasted like magic

[amucci.livejournal.com]

that can't be said for many people-my husband talks about his grandmother like that-grilled cheese with canned tomato soup is something he always remembers-I hope you can get the rest of your grandmother's recipes and a little of the magic

[antarcticlust.livejournal.com]

My family always used to make fun of my grandmother's cooking. I never really understood why, as a kid, because it was the same for me - it was, just, well, HER. I think it hurt her feelings more than she let on.