I had a sudden insight while cooking dinner. I was stirring a large pot and realized it was hard work. It made me gain a greater appreciation for all the pot stirrers here. Without them the ingredients in our stew would clump together and we would have burnt spots, while other parts of the stew would be underdone.
If we did not have protagonists and antagonists on this or any message board, we would simply go around and make cooing (or possibly hissing) sounds to one another and have a mediocre stew.
(Just doing my part to stew things up. You're welcome.)
"Surely he knows that DCP, The Nehor, Lamanite, and other key apologists..." -Scratch clarifying my status in apologetics "I admit it; I'm a petty, petty man." -Some Schmo
The participants here are all cooks trying to entertain an audience with a word stew that is mentally equivalent to the nutritional value of coffee and doughnuts.
Oh praise God, a new thread with only a few posts to have to read!
Well, stirring the pot is part of life. However, I use the microwave and toaster oven to cook almost all my meals. I get ready-to-eat foods from Sams.
Being divorced means I have to cook every meal my self and I make it as simple as possible. But, I sure like my apartment here on the third level overseeing the pool -- here in north Dallas! Niiiiiiice!
Paul Osborne wrote:Oh praise God, a new thread with only a few posts to have to read!
Well, stirring the pot is part of life. However, I use the microwave and toaster oven to cook almost all my meals. I get ready-to-eat foods from Sams.
Being divorced means I have to cook every meal my self and I make it as simple as possible. But, I sure like my apartment here on the third level overseeing the pool -- here in north Dallas! Niiiiiiice!
Paul O
I used to live off of Frankford and the Tollway. We had a collection of pools in our apartment complex, and man did they feel nice in the middle of a hot Dallas summer.
I used to live off of Frankford and the Tollway. We had a collection of pools in our apartment complex, and man did they feel nice in the middle of a hot Dallas summer.
I used to live off of Frankford and the Tollway. We had a collection of pools in our apartment complex, and man did they feel nice in the middle of a hot Dallas summer.
I know the area like the back of my hand.
Paul O
I love that area. I got baptized when I was 20 right across from Prestonwood Baptist church. I got my mission call while I was working at Pappadeaux's off of Frankford. That Jack in the Box on the corner was the first meal I had after I got back from my mission.
I love that area. I got baptized when I was 20 right across from Prestonwood Baptist church. I got my mission call while I was working at Pappadeaux's off of Frankford. That Jack in the Box on the corner was the first meal I had after I got back from my mission.
Wait a second, do you mean the old Prestonwood church at the corner of Arapaho and Hillcrest? I think that church got sold and was turned into some kind of school.
What LDS building were you baptized in? Meandering way?
I had a sudden insight while cooking dinner. I was stirring a large pot and realized it was hard work. It made me gain a greater appreciation for all the pot stirrers here. Without them the ingredients in our stew would clump together and we would have burnt spots, while other parts of the stew would be underdone. 
