Author Archives: Paulie [eatl/ga]

Grease Pan was the step I missed when making enchiladas last night. Boy did I have trouble getting them out of my ungreased pan. 🙁 I’m already planning things for August, September, and October. Go figure! Also, I’m looking into … Continue reading →

I have nothing. Wordle: five, my starter was TRADE

While I was bummed rain didn’t fall on WLF yesterday morning/afternoon, I was glad that this allowed me and my hideous eyelid to go riding last night. Wordle: four, my starter was ORBIT

What you probably don’t know about me is that I love old signs. On Sunday while driving out for the Silver Comet Easter ride I saw a sign I’d never seen before — Arrowhead Campsites, which apparently used to be … Continue reading →

I’m calling it, the Atlanta United are not a good soccer club. Hope everyone’s Easter weekend was fun. If not for some medical issues, mine was. Inexplicably, only ITP-Reader Sal and I wound up riding from Rambo Rd to Rockmart, … Continue reading →

As I poked around WLF yesterday I really wished that I had more space. I dream of having land, a big greenhouse in which I could grow year round, and clear sky to get more than six hours of sunlight … Continue reading →

More things for 2025, that I forgot about yesterday: – learn to make an awesome pimiento cheese – succeed making a sourdough starter, and from it, great loaves of sourdough bread Wordle: six, my starter was REACH (poor Wordling by … Continue reading →

I have a lot of plants that are unhappy to remain indoors. I don’t like the idea of transplanting sickly tomato and pepper plants, but that’s what I am doing today. Time will tell if this was a mistake. I … Continue reading →

Well, I’m not half blind but I still have the chalazion. Apparently in eight years some procedures have changed, and I have to attempt shrinking it using a $25 prescription ointment and returning in a few weeks to see if … Continue reading →

I don’t know if I am an angry, old man, or, if I am an old, angry man. Yesterday I transplanted twelve tomato plants; I expect them all to die. If I am not half blind by day’s end, I … Continue reading →