bought a handheld kitchen tool i believer is for making homemeade italian pasta. flt surface with round 3/8 in.

By on November 10th, 2009

i believe i have seen mario batalli use it and michael chiarrello. drop the pasta in to boiling water. pasta comes out tiny little balls. can not remember what the past is called or the tool for sure. please help asap. want to use it for our anniversary tomorrow.
thank you “it’s me. yes i think it is a spaetzle handheld tool. could not remember the kind of dumplings made with it. as to you other. i collect old kitchen tools. what is your problem”issue”with that.

Will you read part of my Ancient Egyptian Story. It is preeettyy long, you dont have to read all of it.

By on November 9th, 2009

OK, truthfully, its like 16pages, you could just read an excerpt tho, if you start from the begining, please bear with me, it is not that well written

Chapter One

Chione looked up from the silken shentis she was washing. It was a beautiful day. Ra’s blinding light shone down from the clear blue sky onto the Pharaoh’s garden, reflecting off the clear, blue pond. The newly watered roses glistened and the grape vines gracefully twined around the towering palm trees. Occasionally a date or two would fall down, and if Chione was lucky enough, she’d catch one. Tall, brick walls surrounded the entire garden, and the only way you could see into it was to look through the just as tall, just as magnificent golden gate.

A few paces away, she saw some young boys laughing and playing with the youngest of all seventeen of the Pharaoh’s sons, Chisika. Freedom, something she had wanted ever since her first day as a slave, at two inundations old. Both her parents had died, leaving her as an orphan. It was the Pharaoh’s tenth anniversary as being a pharaoh, and the orphanage’s head woman gave Chione to him as her gift. Chione sometimes remembered little things about her past life, her mother’s hair, her father’s voice, and most of all the overflowing affection they gave her.

Life as a slave was dull. It was hard; if work wasn’t done right, you would get whipped quite often. Others yelled at you. You were nothing. A beetle under a sandal, waiting to get squashed. Same routine, every day. Wake up, eat breakfast scraps, wash whatever clothes that needed to be washed, eat evening meal scraps, wait outside the queen’s room until clapped for, eat dinner scraps, then go to bed at the servants’ quarters.

She had naught but one friend, Reshed, the palace kitchen boy. A boy of fourteen inundations with dark brown hair and hazel eyes that reflected kindness. He was rarely seen without a smile and he could cheer any miserable soul. They spent as much time together as they could. They told one another everything, they snuck through the secret passages together they, played mischievous pranks on Wati together, they-

“STOP DAYDREAMING GIRL.”

Chione snapped to attention and tensed when she saw that it was Wati. Nonchalant Wati, arms crossed, leaning on the doorway’s frame, with a bored expression on her face and a superior air to her. She had long, lustrous black hair and heavily painted eyes. Her leather sandals were neatly strapped. Her new, clean dress was tied off onto one side. Being a servant had many advantages, and one of them was having better clothes and sandals to protect their feet from the hot ground.

“Go away, Wati.” and Chione flung a nearby rotten fig at her. She knew that she shouldn’t, especially at the head servant, but she couldn’t help it.

Wati screamed, a guard looked up, a whip came out, it all happened too fast, and next thing she knew, there was a lash across her back. Two seconds later she felt the searing pain, as if someone had drove a hot knife down her back.

“Oh, Sature, thank you but it really wasn’t necessary” Wati said in a honeyed voice that fooled everyone but Chione.

“I am doing but a guard’s job”

Chione hated those words as much as she hated Wati, for they always meant that she was in trouble. Daughter of a jackal she thought flirting with one just to use as a tool later, while she only has eyes for Pharaoh, she scowled, the swine.

After a half hour of washing and scowling and bearing the pain, she got up and walked over to the palace, basket full of shentis balanced on her hip. Her bare feet crunched on the hot gravel, and a cold breeze passed through her short, sleek, brown hair. After a few minutes, her feet touched the hard, cold, marble floor of the palace and she turned toward the stairs to the palace rooftop- Clothes dried much faster there. She glanced back at the gardens, and thought of how much she wished to be free. She looked forward and suddenly bumped into a figure. Wet shentis and honey cakes flew everywhere, and two youths fell to the ground.

“Watch where you’re going you-” but she stopped in mid-sentence, for she had bumped into Reshed.

“Ast.” he exclaimed” Chione look at what you’ve done, Nekonkh will kill me.”

“Ai. Reshed I am so sorry.” Chione bent down to pick the honey cakes up.

“No use now, Pharoah’s desert is ruined”

Chione gasped, she assumed they would be put away until the inundation feast. Forget Nekonkh, what would Pharaoh do. He was not in a very gracious mood; he was having a hard time of finding a wife for his eldest son, Ramses.

“Well maybe you can bake new ones” Chione desperately groped for an idea.

“Chione there is no time” just as Reshed finished his sentence, they saw that there, standing before them was Pharaoh. They had not heard approaching footsteps over their quarrel. Their foreheads automatically pressed against the hard, cold floor, bowing out of respect.

One look at the honey cakes made his

whats your opinion on my english homework.

By on November 8th, 2009

i am writing some english course work i am not finished yet but i am Leary there i think. Okay, so I’m not the fondest of the spicier cuisine, a Balti even has me drowning myself in the good old semi skimmed, but as I’ve been awake all night I felt that a well-needed boost was in order.

So as I proceeded to the kitchen for a bit of slow release energy in a sandwich, I continued to fetch the bacon from within the cold depths of therefrigeratorr.

Once the chilly slices of deceased pig, or Sus Porcus as it may be known to the Latins, were within my grasp, I ventured onwards to the sauce cupboard.

To much dismay and mild trauma, the sauce I seeked had flown too far from the bottle, leaving the container withered, tattered and empty.
I was surely in a pickle. What was I going to do with the bacon cooking, and my two slices of medium braces bread readily prepared, and no tomato sauce.

To the corner of my eye, whilst I was in a state of severe shock and disbelief at the passing of the Tomato Sauce, a colourful bottle caught my attention within the farthest corner of my eye.

Twas the Reggae Reggae Sauce. A barbecue sauce designed by a strange man originally from the greater Antilles islands east of the american coast, so it seemed.
Green, red and yellow in design ’twas, emitting connotations of Jamaican heritage, this was sure to be a spicy addition to my pig sandwich.

As salad cream, mayonaise or some form of garlic powder would have done nothing more than spoil my sandwich (or kill my vampire, Stanley.) I had no choice but to pour this pungeant mixture onto my bread.

Sparingly I did not pour, for the sauce seemingly with a mind of its own sailed onto my bread. I commenced to close the edible construction, and carry it back to my study.

As I sat there at my desk, in quiet contemplation, my stomach could not handle the torture anymore, so proceeded to consume the sandwich I did.

From beginning to end, it was a thoroughly enjoyable sandwich right through to the last bite.

Kitchen Tattoos And Piercings.Why.

By on November 7th, 2009

Do you know what the consequence of doing this is.
Why are some people so completely desperate,
To take such a chances.
Do they know all of the consequences of receiving
Work done at home, from an unqualified person in there home.
Are you that desperate that you can’t save the money
And see a professionals.
There shops know how to clean there tools.
So how about that kitchen.
cleaner then the kitchen

How do you like the way you pay your utility bills.

By on November 6th, 2009

Hello UK residents,
I am conducting a survey for my university business management course and would be really grateful if you could answer 6 short questions as honestly as you can. Thank you for your ANSWERS.

(Just answer by quoting Question number and choice, for example; Q1a, Q2b, and so on.)

SURVEY
Q1) How do you receive your utility bills.

a) Post
b) Online Banking
c) E-bill (email)
d) Utility Service Provider Website

Q2) How do you pay your utility bills.

a) Direct Debit
b) Telephone
c) Post Office
d) Online Banking
e) Utility Service Provider Website

Q3) How do you organise and manage your paper bills.

a) Filing system
b) Kitchen/office draws
c) Electronic (Quickbook)
d) Personal Accountant

Q4) How do you rate the reliability of receiving your bill electronically via email.

a) Poor
b) Good

Q5) Would you use a service that organised and managed all your bills into one place.

a) Yes
b) No

Q6) Would you pay a commission to use this service.

a) Yes
b) No

Thank you for your time.

what to get my parents for christmas.

By on November 5th, 2009

i asked my mom what she and my dad would like for christmas and she said i dont know we dont really want anything. but i really have to get them something. in the previous years i bought my dad tools, tool belts, car cleaner, etc. what should i buy him this year. and for my mom. i am thinking i might buy her a new towel set for the bathroom and some stuff for the kitchen since it is all white. do you think she would like that. i just dont know what to get for my dad i need help please.

btw i am only 13 amd i dont have a job so it cant be real expensive.
also what could i get for my 3 sisters(27,23,17) my brother in law(29) and my nephew(3 months) and my dog

I am looking for a creamy white stone counter topp for my kitchen. What is low maintenance & durable.

By on November 4th, 2009

I have been trying to do my research and am finding that granite is still the best with regards to durability. However, aesthetically, I prefer a more even and consistent colouring, much like caesarstone, limestone or marble. I need recommendations from people who have gone through this process and how you came to the conclusion of choosing your material. Again, I am looking to create a very modern, sleek kitchen and would really like to avoid speckles and love a more consistent creamy colouring throughout, but also keeping in mind low maintenance. Thanks.

Whoooooooooooooh. Will anyone be scared on Halloween.

By on November 3rd, 2009

I will be, and I’ll tell you why.’Twas a brisk and sharpish Halloween night, the autumnal leaves leant a myriad of ochre hues across the lawn, glistening and emanating a layer of mist that glowed a light cobalt blue as the full moon lit up the clear sky as the onslaught of a frost bit into the earth.
It was that time of year, I had to pop out and swift cover up the more vulnerable plants in the greenhouse. With me coat fastened up tightly I hooded the potted plants in plastic bags and was just about to string them up when. . . a sudden low moan cut through the air. “Hhhuuuuuuuuuuuurrggggghhhh.” It went. The hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end as I trumped and stood with a start arming my self with a trowel in me mitt. Gingerly and moving with stealth I approached the source of the noise. There it was again that fearsome rumbling dirge that crackled with a menace that made my teeth hurt. I crouched down and tried to make out this slumped shape that was now bathed in the eerie mist in the centre of the lawn. What the deuce was it. I mused as I peered behind this bush. Remaining stationary this figure was. Still as a rock with barely a murmur, till it stood on what appeared to be it’s hind legs. Gave me a right start.”Get off me garden you mucky pup you.” I bawled as the next door neighbor’s Japanese Akita pinched it’s massive loaf and scampered back through the opening in my hedge and sat tongue lolling and laughing with it’s bloody tail wagging.
Looking at the steaming atrocity on my well manicured lawn and at my Russian Blue cat circling it arched on all fours hissing like that tabby from the Alien horror moving picture, I decided to tell Robert, my neighbor, what for.”I was there Robert. . . it ‘aint a big problem just come and pick it up and get rid of it.” I stated to my neighbor. Who was scowling and harrumphing;”Are you sure it’s Digby. I mean. . . “”Sure. Your massive Akita took a dump on my grass, it wasn’t my cat. . , and it wasn’t Mrs Pumphries’s miniature Chihuahua either.”
With a huff and a face like a squeezed bum he wrapped a Tesco bag inside out in his manicured white hand and mumbled; “Really you are too much VG.””Look pal, that dog is more than welcome to come and play in my garden. . . me and the missus, we love him. But he ‘aint having his dumps there. Savvy. That is your responsibility.””Yes yes yes.””It must be the full moon, you know. . he doesn’t do it normally.” I stated to let Robert know I didn’t have that much of a problem with it, it was a young dog, and as long as I didn’t have to touch it I wasn’t ersed.”Er. . . VG.” Robert recoiled back some as we approached the smelly mound. “Wha. . . what the hell is that.” Poor Robert flustered and grasping his glasses in disbelief as he stood behind me shaking like a leaf.
Shake as he should indeed. . . as the visage before us had me quaking in me boots let me tell thee. What appeared to be a seemingly normal pile of dog poo now stood aloft and proud sporting a dastardly Wizard’s outfit complete with a wand and bright malicious eyes.”Begod. What the Blue Danube is that.” Pointing at the little turdish mage.”Yibber Yabber.” It shrilled and scampered off laughing sticking his little shitety digits at us in a insulting manner.’He’s gone has he.” Whispered Robert.”I believe so. . I mean, gone. Vamoosh.””I’ll not be needing this then.” He asked holding up his pooper-scoopering fist.”No. . no, I don’t think so. Say is your Czech Maid in tonight.””I think so. . why.” He asked in a accusatory fashion glancing at my wife doing the pots through the steamed up kitchen window. “What. I’m just asking if she’s in tonight.” He wasn’t fully reconciled with the fact I have had the occasional tumble with his massively endowed European tigress maid of his. I waved at her over the hedge as she trilled and grasped her poonts as Robert turned in a ‘Holier than thou’ fashion.”I bid you a good evening VG.” He said with decorum.”Yeah yeah. . . you too.” I mumbled as I motioned the saucy crumpet to meet me in my shed at the bottom of the garden.

VG at yer service, rah.

I want to move my washer and dryer but not the hookups, can this be a diy.

By on November 2nd, 2009

I want to move our washer and dryer out of our kitchen and into the room next to it. Both rooms are on the same side of the house but there is a 6″ or so drywall dividing the two rooms. I don’t want to move them far, just both to the otherside of this wall. Is there a cheaper way to make the air duct vent longer and the water piping longer. I don’t want to have to move the entire hookups is this safe or easy.

What movie is this. 1920’s-ish, Drama.

By on November 1st, 2009

I remember seeing this old movie back when I was like 7 or 8, about 12 years ago. This is what I can remember of the plot:

It’s a old, 1920’s maybe later setting. European country. There is a dysfunctional mother-daughter relationship (the mother slaps her at one point in the kitchen in front of the maid). The daughter has an ailment where she coughs up blood. The daughter has a friend and they want to run away to America to become porn stars. (At one point they were taking photographs of each other in the bath tub, to send these off to a man in America.) The girls somehow acquire tickets to a ship sailing to America. They trick the mother into thinking that they want to all 3 take a walk in the woods, when it turned out to be a plot to murder the mother using a brick to the head. The girls run off to the ship, but only the friend can make it aboard (I don’t remember why).

I always think of this movie but I haven’t the slightest clue of when it was made, who stars in it, or what it’s called. If someone can help me out it would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks.