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Any ideas for uses for my 7-oz container of turmeric?
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steve2-in-la
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No I'm not.
steve2-in-la
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Yes you are.
steve2-in-la
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No, I'm NOT!
steve2-in-la
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Yes you are! (and stop trying to embarass me in public we both know how THAT turns out.))
steve2-in-la
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I think you mean it would be . . . "divan". Ahem.
steve2-in-la
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Is it me or is everyone now able to edit the subject line of our posts?
steve2-in-la
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It sounds funny, I know but it really is so, I'm my own grandpa. Here's the deal:
Now many many years ago when I was twenty-three, I was married to a widow who was pretty as can be. This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red, my father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life. My daughter was my mother 'cause she was my father's wife. To complicate the matter even though it brought me joy, I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad and so became my uncle, though it made me very sad, for if he was my uncle, then that also made him br'ther of the widow's grown-up daughter who was also my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run and he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son. My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue because altho' she is my wife, she's my grandmother too
Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild and every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild. For now I have become the strangest case I ever saw, as husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.
Who saw THAT coming?
Now many many years ago when I was twenty-three, I was married to a widow who was pretty as can be. This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red, my father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life. My daughter was my mother 'cause she was my father's wife. To complicate the matter even though it brought me joy, I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad and so became my uncle, though it made me very sad, for if he was my uncle, then that also made him br'ther of the widow's grown-up daughter who was also my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run and he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son. My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue because altho' she is my wife, she's my grandmother too
Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild and every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild. For now I have become the strangest case I ever saw, as husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.
Who saw THAT coming?
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There are a number of South African pickled fish recipes on line/very tasty and would use a tsp or 2
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