Too Many Cooks Spoil the Gravy


Too Many Cooks Spoil the Gravy

I recently was made aware of these words of wisdom that have been in use for hundreds of years. My wife baked a chicken in the oven last Sunday, this creates a lot of leftover food for two people to consume. She decided on Tuesday, that we would have hot chicken sandwiches for dinner that evening. The idea was to put some leftover chicken on some bread next to mashed potatoes, dressing and a vegetable, then cover the potatoes and meat with a liberal helping of chicken gravy.
My wife started preparing the food around 5 p.m. She asked,” where is the strainer?” I replied, “in the cupboard where it always is.” I asked,” why do you want a strainer”? “She replied, to strain the chicken stock.” She got out the strainer and got it done and put the liquid into a pan. Then she announced that “she wasn’t feeling well and asked if I would finish preparing our meal?” I said, “I don’t mind doing that.” After she sat down, I went into the kitchen, the chicken was already out on the stove ready to be cut up. I thought I better prepare the gravy first so it was good and hot before I put the food on the plates.

I put her kettle of chicken stock on the front burner and made some thickening with flour and water. While I was waiting for the chicken stock to start getting hot to make the gravy, I cut up chicken meat put it on some sliced bread, put on a couple scoops of potatoes and some dressing along with some broccoli chunks. It was ready for the hot gravy and the microwave oven. The chicken stock started to boil, I slowly stirred in the thickening and soon had a very nice looking gravy, I tasted it with a fingertip it didn’t taste like chicken at all, I put in a big scoop of chicken stock base from a jar, and added some salt and pepper,

I continued to boil the gravy until it got nice and thick, it looked real good.
I put a liberal amount of gravy on each one of our plates, then gave each one about 3 minutes in the microwave oven, they were very hot and ready for the table. I announced to my wife that dinner would be served within a few minutes, so she better come to the table right now. When she got to the table she said, I don’t feel good, I think I’ll just eat some watermelon. I felt kind of bad, I went to all that trouble making the gravy that she just had to have, had the plates ready, all she had to do was sit down and eat but she only ate watermelon.

Food doesn’t seem to taste the same when you cook it yourself but my hot chicken plate did not taste right. I told my wife, I made caramel in your chicken stock kettle yesterday.”Did you wash it real good before you put your chicken stock into it? There was caramel stuck all over the inside of that kettle after I got done making the caramel corn. I don’t think you washed the caramel off the kettle before you put the chicken stock in. Oh yes, “I did she says.” Well, my gravy does not taste right!. I never waste food so ate almost everything on my plate.

I was going to be a real boy scout, later I did the dishes, there was some stuff in the food strainer, I couldn’t figure out what it was, after a closer examination I realized it was pieces of rhubarb. She had made rhubarb sauce on Saturday, she must have taken the rhubarb sauce out of the refrigerator thinking it was her chicken stock, strained the rhubarb out of the sauce then asked me to make chicken gravy with it!

I cannot believe it, this actually happened, I think possibly through all this madness, I have come up with a new type of sweet and sour sauce. How else could I have eaten that whole plate full of food? I just had another thought that is even crazier. Did she do this on purpose! Just to see my reaction, that is why she only ate watermelon? I guess nobody will ever know if it was a mystery or just Murphy’s Law at work.

Prov. Cliché Too many people trying to manage something simply spoil it. Let’s decide who is in charge around here. Too many cooks spoil the stew. Everyone is giving orders, but no one is following them! Too many cooks spoil the broth

Wind Will Power the Future


The power that the world gets from all of the oil in the Saudi Arabian Peninsula will look like a few buckets of corn cobs sitting by the old cook stove in the future.

The power of the future lies in the Wind that continuously circles around this sphere we call mother earth. There is enough wind going around this globe to supply enough electricity for all the world and maybe export some two other planets.

Wind Energy Resource Map United States

Wind projects accounted for 42% of all new electric generating projects in the US, and wind now delivers nearly 2% of the nation’s electricity supply!

Wind power blows away records in the midwest-texas.

Non-Notorious Me

Daily Post
May 19, 2017

Did You Know?
“Notorious was adopted into English in the 16th century from Medieval Latin notorius, itself from Late Latin’s noun notorium, meaning “information” or “indictment.” “Notorium,” in turn, derives from the Latin verb noscere, meaning “to come to know.” Although “notorious” can be a synonym of “famous,” meaning simply “widely known,” it long ago developed the additional implication of someone or something unpleasant or undesirable. The Book of Common Prayer Offices of 1549 includes the first known use of the unfavorable meaning in print, referring to “notorious synners.”

Non-Notorious Me
I just read the meaning of notorious in the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, all of a sudden I became very depressed. Notorious can mean widely known and well-known for good things. It could also be well-known or notorious as a bank robber, or an Axe Murderer. What really shook me up, I don’t believe I’m notorious for anything.

That leaves me somewhat in limbo, twisting in the wind, so to speak. I will have to study this hard, try to recall comments from anyone and everyone, for clues about any notoriety I might possess. It could be good and it might be bad but not secret, then nobody would know, I don’t even know for sure because nobody tells me. Some give me funny looks. Somebody gave me a clue once, I might have bad breath. Being notorious for bad breath would be the world’s worst thing to be notorious for! I didn’t take a chance, I easily solved the problem with a case of sen-sen. Many who are out of the loop don’t even know what it is.

Somebody gave me a clue once, I might have bad breath. Being notorious for bad breath would be the world’s worst thing to be notorious for! I didn’t take a chance, I quickly, and easily solved the problem with a case of sen-sen. Many who are out of the loop don’t even know what Sen-Sen is.


We are sad to announce that Sen-Sen has been discontinued by the manufacturer and our supply is sold out. We are disappointed too. sen-sen

Now, what shall I do? My world just came crashing down around me, my bad breath could be the end of me, as I know myself. The Sen-Sen company is out of business I believe it’s an act of treason, this country, and the world will not be able to survive without Sen-Sen. Soon everyone will be wearing respirators and surgical masks,. I can see the handwriting, scrawled all over the walls, written by some Notorious graffiti artist.

Unmoored Mentally

Daily Post
May 21, 2017

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Unmoored Mentally

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The wind blew across the lake all night long, waves were five or six feet high, they smashed into our Shoreline most of the night. The water was going way up into the middle of the yard, some waves were even reaching the front of the house. I walked down to the dock the next morning, to my surprise, there was no boat there. It wasn’t stolen but ripped off by the wind. I cursed myself for not joining the Navy, I could have at least learned to tie a knot to protect my boat from unmooring itself.

I quickly decided, hindsight was not going to bring back my boat. It was nowhere to be seen. Under closer examination, I learned a big portion of the dock was also missing, so it wasn’t my knot that came untied. Any boat becomes easy prey during a windstorm. When I found the boat it was all smashed to pieces, four miles across the lake on a Rocky Point. The wind switched directions during the night, probably to examine all the damage it caused, and they call the Wind Mariah. Must be for a reason? So much for my old fishing boat, I decided to fix up the dock and do my fishing from there.

If you live anywhere in the Northern Great Plains of the United States, you develop a very close relationship with that wind Maria. After many years It gets to the point for some people they actually become mentally unmoored, their minds becomes lacking in proper emotional connections. They start to drift away from reality, leaving the person in a very sad condition.

Everyone gets to share on this strong wind and all that goes with it, as the wind starts up in Northern Saskatchewan in Canada and it comes roaring down south to The Dakotas and into Nebraska. In the summertime, there might be temperatures of 100 degrees and a wind of 60 miles an hour, which adds up to standing in front of a blast furnace. In a true old time winter, the wind chill might be -100 degrees Fahrenheit. A 50 mile an hour wind at 30 degrees below zero Fahrenheit, will freeze steam instantly. Throw a cup of boiling water into the air It just disappears. There are times when you just can’t stay cool and then there are times when you just cannot stay warm, this all test everyone’s mental moorings.

I’m talking about the regular wind, without tornadoes, if we have tornadoes, a whole town might be lost within minutes. With regular winds, city folks and country people all end up with losses from the wind blowing strong all the time, in town you might lose some trees or the shingles off your house roof.

In the country, a farmer may have a field of wheat that’s ready to harvest, the grain is heavy, looks like a great crop. During the night a hard Wind and heavy Rain flattens most of the field, almost down to the ground, where it makes harvesting the crop very difficult, if not impossible.

The same farmer may have a crop of corn standing 7 feet tall, with a prospect they have a bin-busting Harvest coming. Then a hail storm and wind will come through, the whole field could be shredded and flat in an hour.

Years ago people raised a lot of flax, that was a very popular cash crop in this area. Some people cut and windrowed flax a day ahead of time to let it dry, to be ready to combine. The next morning only to wake up and see the flax blew away, GONE the wind blowing all night made the light grain with little straw disappear.

Anyone who farms in the upper Great Plains of the United States must be built out of very strong stuff. Farming is the biggest gamble in the world when you consider the constant, fluctuating price, weather conditions are always a Gamble. Loss of crop investment and many other different emotional letdowns probably leaves many of them feeling mentally unmoored. It all goes with the territory I suppose, loosing  emotional connections must be part of the harvest.

Microwave Peanut Brittle



Microwave Peanut Brittle

1 c. raw peanuts                          1 tsp. vanilla

1 c. white sugar                           1 Tbls. margarine

1/2 c. white corn syrup               1 tsp. soda

1/8 tsp salt

Put first 4 ingredients in a 1 and 1/2 qt. dish. Stir to mix. Cook in microwave on high for 5 minutes. Stir mixture and cook three more minutes. Add margarine and vanilla; cook for an additional 1 to 2 minutes. Add soda and stir until light and fluffy. Pour onto a buttered cookie sheet. Cool. Break into serving pieces

A Real Life Precipice

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A Real Life Precipice

Have you ever been on the precipice of a midlife crisis? If you’re into climbing sheer Mountain cliffs and jumping off with a pair of wings attached to your body, you may not have any problem with that type of a precipice. You either fall, crashing at the bottom of the cliff, as a pile of broken bones and flesh, or you soar on to a graceful landing in a peaceful valley far below. The adrenaline rush alone should be plenty to keep you from ever having an old fashioned midlife crisis.

You may never question yourself about the changes happening in your mind and body, at least while soaring like an eagle. You have shown complete control to any doubtful body or mental questions that may come up. As our bodies age we sometimes loose that assured, can do all ego. It can be a devastating, destructive part of aging, or the halftime of life in the locker room searching for a new game plan.

“As we approach mid-life, many times we pause and look back to see what kind of impact we have made. Many of us feel like we’re in a “mid-life crisis”; frustrated to see we worked our entire life to achieve success to find it still left us feeling empty and unfulfilled. But how does someone do this? How does someone navigate this unique season of life through the rough waters of a mid-life crisis as they look back at their first half of life and chart the course for their second half?” Seeking help is a good first step.

Norwegian Heritage

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Hedmark Norway


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Great-Great-Grandfather Ole’s birthplace 1816



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Hedmark Norwegian Heritage

Formerly called “Hedemarken Amt”, Hedmark fylke (county) is located in eastern Norway, along the border with Sweden. (The border between Hedmark and Sweden is 352 kilometers – 219 miles – long). To the north of Hedmark is Sør Trøndelag fylke, to the west is Oppland fylke, and to the south is Akershus fylke. Norway’s longest river, Glomma, which is 601 kilometers long – 373 miles – flows through Hedmark from north to south. A second water feature in this fylke is Lake Mjøsa, which lies between Hedmark fylke and Oppland fylke. This is Norway’s largest lake – 365 square kilometers in area (140 square miles) and 449 meters (1,473 feet) deep.

My great-great-grandfather was born in Hedmark Norway in 1816. My great-grandfather was born near there at Troms Norway in 1844. My grandfather was also born at Troms Norway in 1886. They were all very proud of their heritage. They were farmers, fishermen, and copper miners. My great-grandfather came to America and then later moved to Canada in 1908. My grandfather came to America at the same time and after working in the copper mines in Michigan and iron mines in Minnesota,, he settled in South Dakota to become a farmer. My father was born in 1913, he farmed and later worked in the gold mine at Lead/Deadwood South Dakota.  I am also very proud of our Norwegian heritage, hard workers, fishermen, farmers, miners and Outdoors people.


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Great-Grandfather Ole at Crimson Lake Alberta 1913

In Head Collaboration

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In Head Collaboration

I have been working in collaboration with a keen mind, someone fairly close to me, as I attempt my writing endeavors. I have been attempting to use this new collaboration process for a couple years now. There is one small glitch to it, the one I am working with seems to go off on some weird tangents at times, seems to be lost in his own little Wilderness a lot of the time. This makes it hard to complete a writing assignment for a daily post word prompt, or for any post that I decide to write on my own, without prompting from WordPress. There are times when I feel I might be collaborating with the enemy. In this case that should not be a treasonable offense or one that might carry the death penalty, which is comforting to know.

This collaboration that I’m referring to, with my often distracted friend is my first attempt at knowledge management. It is a very effective method of transferring ‘know how’ among individuals, therefore creating and sustaining a competitive advantage. Collaboration is a key tenet of knowledge management. The successful merging of similar ideas strengthens the overall message that comes from any collaboration, it can be a very powerful tool to use in attaining the finished product, or in my case the story as I would like it to be published.

The one I work in collaboration with is my subconscious mind, we have worked together for years, with some confusion, one often seeking more credit than the other. What I have to do is developed a more effective way of communicating with my subconscious thoughts and ideas. I will have to possibly work on my dream decoding and recording device because a lot of these ideas are formed while in the state of REM sleep or rapid eye movement sleep. There is low muscle tone throughout the body, and the propensity of the sleeper to dream vividly. When there is a gap or short circuit getting that information to the conscious mind and to the computer keyboard the problem develops quite rapidly. Mishmash, gibberish, and mumbo jumbo are hard to decipher.

I cannot really blame my subconscious assistant, as I know he means well or at least tries to do his best. We just have to develop a better means of communication with one another. The one thing we must do is continue to collaborate one with the other on a more equal basis.