Cream Cheese ~ Dirt, a Dyson, and a Tomato ~ Hubby Funny

Here is another coffee cup.  Again, from a trip.  I'll make this story short.  This cup is special.  Java Jo's is now longer Java Jo's (although there are still other locations in the US).  It's been changed into a new coffee house with a new name.  Way back in the day, Mom and I took a trip and we stopped in for coffee.  Year's prior to that trip, Java Jo's had a fire, but rebuilt.  When the rebuilt, it changed.  The original was so fun and original.  I miss the old Java Jo's.  I just remember the old look, and the real feel of a coffee house.


It was another long day in the kitchen yesterday, and today may be as well.  First, I need to make a trip to the garden to pick tomatoes, and whatever else needs picked.  Which now reminds me I have a cabbage that needs eaten for dinner.  Phooey, I don't think I have any bacon in the freezer either.  Hm.  What to do, what to do.  I had planned on making fried cabbage (simply because I have never made it, or tasted it).  I do have potatoes and sausage.  Hm. Anyway...

I made another batch of homemade goat's milk cream cheese. This is how I drain mine.  I don't have hardware on my kitchen cupboards (another job unfinished), so I tie the cheesecloth to a long wooden spoon and sit out over the top of a large pot.  I secure the cloth with a few wooden clothespins just to make sure it doesn't slip free.  


Dirt, A Dyson, and a Tomato . . .

In haste yesterday, as I was zip-zapping around the kitchen, I grabbed the Dyson to make a quick clean up.  First, let me tell you that I have my tomatoes all over the kitchen tables, an extra card table, and on windowsills.  When the vegetables come inside, so does the dirt.  I put them all in a single layer to prevent bruising, vs. in bowls and baskets (until I can preserve them).

So, there I was sucking up the dirt where my onions had been sitting, and being so careful to not suck up anything else.  I moved over to a table with tomatoes.

Not all paste tomatoes ripen at the same size.  I think you can figure out what happened next.  Ha ha!  I was trying to be so careful.  

SLURP!  

I frantically turned off the sweeper and tapped the hose onto the floor.

Mr. Dyson spit out the tomato without a scratch on it.  Phew.  Tomato saved. 

Hubby funny ~ 

Hubby and I were signing the sky high pile of school papers for the girls.  Over the years I signed them all. Not this year.  I put the man to work with a pen.  He was still signing papers for our 15 year-old when she shared a story.

"You know Dad?" she began, "last year I was called to the front of my class.  The teacher pushed my field trip permission slip towards me and asked if my Dad really signed it himself."

"Are you kidding me?" I laughed.

"Nope," she added "and the teacher wasn't laughing either, but I was."