In article >, Pennyaline
> wrote:

> How could one possibly be dissatisfied in a VW bus, Alice's Restaurant
> and picking up garbage with implements of destruction and all.

I love my old bus. It's been all over Europe and in every state except
Alaska and Hawaii. I lived in it in Maine in zero-degree weather, and
in Phoenix in August when it finally drops into the 90's at midnight
(while I was going to college). It's been up most hang-gliding hills
between Mexico and Canada when I spent several years on an "Endless
Summer" of my own, and I had many adventures with it that would rival
"On The Road." I feel when I'm driving it like people are thinking, "I
wish I could be riding with him." It's like charisma on wheels.

> You wouldn't have to wash your hands between recipes if you'd lay it out
> right at the start. Just jump from one to the other. Same with the bowl,
> as long as you do the plain recipe first. See?

I do the latter. Make one batch and then another, no yucky hands, just
the bowl and the spatula.

> Yabbut where does one stow a stand mixer on your teeny hovercraft? Or
> does the lack of elbow room forbid vigorous arm movement, necessitating
> a huge appliance?

I wanted a real mixer all of my life. Kitchen Aid was eliminated when
Emeril's broke down on live television, so I got the Viking. It's
sweet. Takes up a big spot that used to belong to the cat, but he has
another space nearby that serves the same purpose (looking out the
window).

> The cat's getting back at your for considering moving to a mobile.

I haven't told him yet. But I have promised to find us a better place
to live someday. Every year the owner of the park kicks out a lowlife
or two until I'm just about the only one left. I think he puts up with
me because I make a point of paying my rent a week before it's due.
And I don't have heaps of junky stuff cluttering my space.

> At least you don't say "easy peasy" and junk like that. Does this mean
> you've worked out who put the dip in the dip-da-dip-da-dip?

I don't like to swear. Okay, I say "holy crap" once in a while, but
only because Ray's dad said it. My speech needs a little embellishment
once in a while so I dredge up old stuff like "geezo peezo." I heard
the local TV weatherman say it a few months back, so it ain't dead yet.

> > In this case (breadmaking), glucky is the perfect word.

> For heavier yeast doughs, "smucky" and is a great descriptor.

As you have probably heard on many occasions, one person's glucky is
another person's smucky. I could probably do it by hand, but "have
mixer, will mix," you know. That's not a palindrome, it's a Paladin.
Snurk!

> Yuk-fests are more my speed, but I'll take what I can get.

I'll try to do better next time.

Actually, I didn't post the message here. It was found by one of your
esteemed members in another group, alt.cooking-chat, which is actually
a lot less chatty than this group. But I didn't mind because it gave
me an excuse to post one of my short stories, Tombstone Ford.