Originally Posted by SunnyDawn
Missy, I bought all the ingredients to make you some ice cream! Now chocolate does have a tiny bit of caffeine in it. Is that OK? Can you tell I am ready to barter?
YUM!!! Chocolate is awesome. And a bit of caffeine is ok... Russ and I have a horrible Diet Pepsi habit, though we don't let the kids drink anything caffeinated. Ooh, I'm so excited! I've made my own ice cream, and it was fun enough, but you know... that's one of the things I'd rather leave to someone else. Especially someone who is much better at it than I am. I'll do the cheese and yogurt and jam and stuff... but will happily eat your ice cream!
Speaking of jam, yesterday a friend offered me all the cherries we wanted off of her trees. We walked away with three 5-gallon buckets, loaded completely full. They're the tart pie cherries. So I just sat on the couch for 4 hours, pitting cherries one by one, while watching TV shows on Netflix that I would have seen before, if I actually had cable. These are the days that my husband wishes my friends would call me up, begging to learn how to can jams and stuff. On those days, he gets to go somewhere else instead of pitting cherries beside me. But I believe I have everything onhand for one batch of preserves, and about 8 quarts of pie filling. Oooh boy, do we have a lot more cherries than that! I'm wondering now what I was thinking when I saw this bounty of fruit before me and decided I could tackle it all. Oh yeah, and it all has to be done by Friday night, or the cherries will start to go bad. But I have a cash client tomorrow, and can buy more sugar and pectin, so I can do at least 5 gallons of preserves tomorrow.
Tyler, I'm sorry you're having such a hard time. When my older sister came out, she was terrified of how my parents would react. And I think they would have reacted poorly, if they hadn't already dealt with my younger sister's teen pregnancy, and my older sister's two abusive husbands. They had learned by then that the most important thing was keeping your children close, so you could help them when they needed it. So when Trina finally got the courage to come out, my dad said, "Well, I hope her taste in women is better than her taste in men." I was so proud of them. And of her! But the rest of my family isn't aware of it, and there's no reason for them to be. We're the liberal black sheep, especially on my dad's side.