You could always post the leftovers to limey and Dana... :)

Ewwwww. Greasy cold lamb.

As I sit and type this, I am using up the leftovers.
They're in a pan downstairs (the casserole dish has the remains of the crumble in it) being slow-cooked with tomato, carrots, onion, mint, dates and a tiny bit of apricot jam.

If you follow my posts in a stalkerish way, you will realise I've skewed that to Mum's taste. I'm not keen on lamb or fruit and lamb. Or apricots and anything. Or dates.

It's a fusion between Moroccan cuisine and What-Mum-Likes.
And even Michelin starred chefs must cater to the latter on occasion.

ETA
She loved it. Even I didn't think it was too bad. Lamb is so much better slow cooked than roasted imho.
She wants me to make it when the girls come round next time. This is always the Ultimate Compliment, as she is basically saying "This is me, this is what I like to eat."
Even if some of the rest of the group just see it as a get-together and you get what you get ;)

I was going to change sex

but I didn't find any real words ending in obon

so I guess I'll stay with it 'cause there's nothing better than sex

I'm having hard core Déjà vu reading these last posts----

Welcome to the Cellar!

I had softcore Deja Vu once. I was pretty sure I had sat right next to that same person and had the same conversation...only this time it was sort of blurry and filtered and there was mood music in the background.

You always hear about how standardized tests are unfair, because people have different backgrounds and so a question that might seem simple for one person might be really hard for another.

I always thought there was a fair amount of BS to that, because facts are facts and they shouldn't change depending on your life experiences.

Then earlier this week, my wife told me about a 5th grade standardized math assessment test she gave. One question really confused a handful of the kids.

It was something like "Sally needs to buy a pair of jeans that cost $10. She hands the cashier a $20 bill. How much change should she get back? The sales taxes are already included in the price."

So my wife asks if there are any questions, and a couple kids really don't understand the bit about the taxes. This sentence that was clearly put in there to help eliminate confusion has created more confusion than it eliminated. And then one kid asked if a pair of jeans was one article of clothing or two. And that's an excellent question, because "pair" means "two." So the answer should be that Sally gets no change back.

Of course it sounds like blindingly obvious question to me (although we have VAT so tax is automatic) but it's surprising sometimes what children do not understand. They can learn things without comprehending, and answer correctly without understanding.

Tiger was placed in a much lower reading group than he needed to be because he couldn't predict the future outcome of the story or assess the emotions of the characters from the pictures or text.
That had me damn near tearing my hair out. He was a steady, average reader and an enthusiastic one. Guess what? He didn't understand why Chip was upset when Floppy was ill. This is the boy who sat beside the toilet when his Dad had a vomiting bug asking him again and again to mend his broken toy.

Sometimes you need to take some other issues into consideration.

Yeah, both my kids are in lower reading groups than they should be, precisely because their story comprehension is not at the same level as their reading skills. But I agreed to it, because both of them can already read above grade level anyway, and I don't need class time spent getting them even further ahead, I want them to work on the things they can't do well. They are both the type that would have said, "a pair of jeans must mean two of them."

... especially if there is a pair of scissors in the pocket...(s?)

My kids are driving me crazy lately. They seem so highly needy in different ways and i am running out of whatever it is that makes you care enough as a parent to make you want to help them instead of telling them to go away.

and now my sis in law is pissing me off posting about politics from her very own extreme right wing stand point.

Apparently only wealthy people work hard! Or maybe, you only get wealthy by working hard. Or maybe, if you work hard you will eventually be wealthy. Fucked if I know, but I fucking hate that attitude. Pretty sure I've pissed her off in return by refuting some of her claims though, so I guess we're even.

@ monster: but climbing that tree isn't the same as studying and answering questions about that tree. It's not the Presidential Physical Fitness thing (does that still exist?) :)

People who play all 'warm and cuddly and oh so understanding of human nature and forgiveness' then hold a grudge forever? They bore the living daylights out of me. Phony baloneys? I see right through you. Go peddle your wares to your admiring hordes, I'll just sit here and laugh at the hordes.

disclaimer: this isn't about you, unless of course it IS you. No, really, it's probably not about you, if you have enough conscience to wonder if it's about you. ;)