Advice from 1903. And a new tattoo idea.

Originally, today's post was going to be on a fabulous from-scratch Sweet and Sour Chicken recipe (shed not a tear, my dear friends, it will come tomorrow).  Unfortunately, at the moment, school has my husband in a choke-hold.  And thus, when he needs to finish work on our source of uploading photos (the laptop), I must oblige graciously.


Translation: He won't let me on the danged computer to upload my 27 food photos.


Translation: The Sweet and Sour Chicken Post is dead in the water.

Luckily, I was able to upload a few other photos before the school work set in and therefore, am able to share with you some good 'ol fashioned tips - from homesteaders themselves.  I thought y'all might enjoy a few good words of advice:

1.  This one is a goody.


Honestly, can you even imagine being patient enough to let the egg white drip out of the egg shell?  I can't.  I wouldn't.  I won't, I say!  I won't do it!  Here's how I say you preserve the yolk.  Eat it.  Ta-Da!

2.  Now, here is one I didn't know.  Bread to keep the brown sugar fresh.  Hmm.  Notice the date - 1922!  I love that.

 

3.  "Fruit butters are delicious and should be in every home..."  Sheesh, ladies, kinda pushy, aren't you?  You be tellin' me I need to keep fruit butters in my home...what if I don't like fruit butters?  Huh?  What if I want honey for my toast?  Or peanut butter?  What if your "fruit butters" just don't cut it for me?  What about that, Mrs. Farmer's Wife from 1920? 


Lucky for her, I do like fruit butters.  So thus ends that conversation.

4.  Umm.  Hello!  Wine?  Yes!  Notice the last line of this, "This is considered very nice."


Truer words were never spoken.


Even back in 1903, they knew what was up.

This has nothing to do with anything.  I just love the word "FOOD".  I also love how it's in scrolls and it's all perty. 


If ever I were to get a tattoo, this may be it.


I kid, I kid.


But seriously, isn't that pretty? I may just get that permanently inked into my skin.

I kid.

 5.  This one makes me laugh out loud.  If only the women from 1903 could see the shameful state of my dresser drawers, surely they would banish me from homesteading forever.  A piece of tissue paper between each fold?  I die.  Does a discarded, used dryer sheet that got stuck to a pair of jeans and never removed count?

I wish I looked like this perty little thing when I did my laundry.


Get over it, Shaye, you don't.


But I want to!  I want to look fresh, and clean, and energetic, and rested, and happy while I wash clothes!


Well, you don't.  You look the opposite.  Haggard.  Tired.  Pale.  Get over it.


FINE.


I guess we can't win 'em all ladies.


And while my housekeeping may be shameful to those wonderful, elderly women who were so wise and meticulous...


Joke's on THEM.  Because I got a washing machine.


Booya!