The Missing Pickle Incident

Yesterday I took the girls to the park on their bikes. They had a great time riding around and working up a good appetite. We headed on over to a local diner-ish establishment for some grilled cheese sandwiches with fries. When the plates arrived each one came with an nice long 1/4 slice of a pickle. The Kid made it very clear that she was happy to have a nice pickle and she dove into taking a couple big bites. Lunch continued on with the regular Dad and Daughter conversation until The Kid noticed something.

The Kid: "Hey, where's my pickle? Dad, did you eat it?"
Me: "No Honey, I didn't eat your pickle, I saw you starting to devour it right away you probably finished it already."
The Kid: "No I didn't! I took two bites and put it right back on my plate"
Me: "Nobody here ate your Pickle. Z have you seen The Kid's pickle"
Z: "It's not in my tummy. Maybe it's on the floor."

We all looked on the floor but to no avail. I was convinced that The Kid had so swiftly eaten her own pickle that she just forgot. Lunch continued on without another incident and we occasionally joked that this lunch would always be remembered for the missing pickle incident. As lunch came to an end I made mention of the pickle one last time and thats when Z felt the need to share.

Z: "I ate the pickle, it's in my tummy. I reached over and I sneaked it away!"
Me: "Really Z, you ate the pickle."
Z: "No."
Me: "Oh, so you didn't eat it"
Z: "I wanted it, it's in my tummy."
Me: "So you did eat the pickle."
Z: "I ate-ed it."

Mystery solved. Later the next day when retelling the story with Z present she added that she "sneaked it away and ate-ed it under the table." It's kind of funny that her presence under the table is such a regular occurrence that I didn't even think twice about it.

Pie again.

Made another apple pie, I did not put it in the oven because I finished it so late (10:45 pm). Now it is 12:06 am and my pie could have been done and getting to bed is still probably about 30 min. away. There are just too many hours to the day which I'm not utilizing for sleep.

Apple Pie and freedom.

I'm making up some crusts right now for my Thanksgiving apple pies. At the moment I'm waiting for the butter to chill. Really cold butter definitely makes it easier to get to the "grainy" consistency Martha is calling for.

Actually the big news is that I'm posting this from my re-configured PC running on Ubuntu. Not that anyone really cares. But I find it interesting. Anyhow, after a couple hours of fiddling around I've finally got the wireless connection working. What I really find cool is that there are a bunch of people out there who in their free time have developed a operating system that has all the basics: word processing, spread sheets, photo editor etc...and it is all freeware. I'm Microsoft free, for free.

Ubuntu

My new pet project (like I have time for something like this).  I'm trying to install Ubuntu (a Linux operating system) on my old laptop.  Why?  Just another attempt to ditch Bill Gates.  So far the install went well but I can't get online!