With Plum Island washing plum out to sea, David Robichaud asks the question.
Home 'n' hearth
Spatch is not happy with whoever's remodeling the kitchen in the apartment under his:
... [P]ower drills are whirring and things are getting hammered and slammed and pulled down and stuff.
At 7:30 in the goddamn morning. On a Sunday. ...
With the holiday season upon us, and being sure that there are at least some posters here who're amiable to homemade desserts and/or side dishes, I thought I'd post a couple of recipes that might be of interest to any dessert lovers or lovers or fresh side dishes. Here goes:
This is a dessert for people who're chocolate freaks. (I count myself in there):
Rich Chocolate Pound Cake with Chocolate Glaze:
2 cups sugar
2 cups white, all-purpose flour
2 sticks melted unsalted butter
6 squares melted unsweetened baking chocolate
1 tsp. baking powder
In these hard economic times, we're all looking for ways to save some cash. The State, as well as The City of Boston and other local municipalities, say they are strapped. Well, here's an idea: Don't put up or turn on Christmas lights until after Thanksgiving.
Third House Journal awakens on a cold October morning:
The house rouses, her reassuring furnace below, thump and ping of pipes and radiator, muffled rushes of the first cars far beyond. Early light seeps through her ribs.
When the economy is going in the tank what do you do? Design a neighborhood based on Feng shui!
Maggie is looking at a great apartment, but with a hitch: Heat and hot water are not included in the rent (it's in a house). She wonders how much people around here pay for heat.
Or pulling it out, as Jim Sullivan reports he was forced to do when he managed to lock his keys in his car.
Pax Arcana explains why he won't be buying the house with the "psychotic demon succubus" sitting on one of its beds.
HELP!!! Does anyone know a company or individual who can identify and spray to destroy poison ivy? This is the 4th time I've caught it since May, and I am ready to just concrete my whole yard in West Roxbury & paint it green (there goes the neighborhood!!)....I have searched the internet to no avail. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
Carolyn, who stocked her rain barrel with goldfish to keep mosquitoes at bay, has also turned wormy. She reports on her efforts at vermicomposting (bonus fun fact: You know that vermicelli you love? Guess what "vermicelli" means in Italian?). She snagged a bunch of worms from an online retailer, after first digging up what turned out to be the wrong kind of worms from her garden when her son, surprisingly, refused to do so. Her report is complete with wormy photos.
Carolyn reports that when she got a rain barrel to collect water for a vegetable garden, she had to figure out how to prevent mosquitoes from breeding in it. And rather than use chemicals or BT, she invested in some goldfish, figuring they would eat any mosquito larvae:
... This has worked really well. The fish, which were previously designated as food for larger pet fish, have 55 gallons of space, both fresh bugs and dried fish food for dinner, and no predators. It's a bit boring in there, but I'm guessing it's suitable for a fish-style attention span. They've grown appreciably in the past couple of months. I think they're happy. At least they haven't complained. Or died. Yet. ...
David Prior reports what happens when one of your dogs gets loose and decides to go after a skunk, which does what skunks do, after which the dog runs right into the house. You know it's pretty bad when National Grid shows up because the downstairs neighbor called to report what he thought was a gas leak.
Maybe the guy just couldn't wait to get inside and the front porch was oh so convenient:
... To Nick's great relief, the man was wearing underwear, but his relief was quickly replaced by horror as the man whipped himself out of his briefs and proceeded to pee off the front porch in broad daylight. ...
Are rarely a good thing, especially when one of them forces his way into your place.
Mance01 reports her apartment is overrun by like a million baby spiders:
... So, I'm sitting on the couch, holding a can of bug spray, jumping a mile everytime a strand of hair brushes my shoulder. And my foot itches. I assume it's a spider bite.
So, if I disappear for another month, it's probably a safe bet that I'm cocooned somewhere in the house. Send help.