Can someone tell me what the difference is between canned crushed tomatoes and tomato sauce? IS there a difference? Because my favorite spaghetti sauce recipe calls for crushed tomatoes, and I like using crushed tomatoes because there are no chunks of tomatoes in it, and I don’t like tomato chunks.
Well, I guess I like tomato chunks in salsa (a restaurant we occasionally go to has salsa without tomato chunks – I think they use tomato sauce, and it’s really just kind of gross) and I like a slice of tomato on BLTs (for years and years I ate my BLTs without tomato, though) and sometimes hamburgers or chicken sandwiches. But in a sauce, I do not care for tomato chunks. I also don’t care for baked tomatoes – I’ve made quiche with halved cherry tomatoes in it, and while I ate it, I didn’t really care for it.
But in any case, what IS the difference between crushed tomatoes and tomato sauce? Anyone know?
I watched Burlesque yesterday. That’s two hours of my life I’ll never get back.
Well.
I actually watched the second half of the movie at fast speed – when I hit the “seek” button once on the remote, it speeds up, but you can still hear what everyone’s saying, they just say it faster – and frankly, I could have just taken the movie right out of the Blu-Ray player about 10 minutes after it started, and wouldn’t have missed a thing. I like Christina Aguilera’s voice and think she’s purty and I enjoy singing-and-dancing movies, but good lord – next time I’ll just pull up a couple of her videos on YouTube and call it good enough. What a generic movie annnnnd I hate to say it, but Christina Aguilera is not an actress. Stick to the singing, Christina.
I do not recommend.
So, Rufus. I hear you were a bad boy who went out into the back yard and over the fence on Saturday and were gone ALL DAY LONG and had to be trapped because you were acting like a scaredy cat and wouldn’t come to Fred and so now you have to wear a collar to keep you in the back yard. Do you have any comments on the matter?
“Your accusations bore me, lady.”
“And that guy did NOT scare me. He just smelled funny. Yeah, that’s it.”
First, your daily McMao movie (I have a really long one saved for tomorrow!)
Oh, the little pink toes on the left KILL ME DEAD.
He’s not hungry, he just wants a snuggle.
Maggie’s having deep thoughts.
Sleepin’ baby face.
All six! I imagine in another few weeks, it’ll be pretty hard to get a shot of all of them at once.
Pink toes, pink nose, and tiny little claws.
Those toes are just the most amazing shade of perfect pink, aren’t they?
Named! The kitten formerly known as Blue (aka “Dark face”, aka “no white paws”) is now Fergus Simon! Lori (winner of the Maggie Pool) named him after her sons.
I’m hoping to get the others named by the end of the weekend. What I need, if you know of any, are Irish names that are not gender specific, because we’re still unsure of the sex of two of the kittens and I’d like to get them named. So if you have any favorites, feel free to share!
Corbie, keeping an eye on Newt. Or really, just waiting for Newt to get fed up and run out of the playhouse.
Mission accomplished!
Previously
2010: “What the -?”
2009: Random things that make me twitch.
2008: She turned and glared her “FUCK YOU” glare at me, and went along her way.
2007: No entry.
2006: You WISH you were me.
2005: Off to Gatlinburg.
2004: Our palates are too immature, I suppose.
2003: Now I know why, when the camera and sound guy were setting up and I chirped “Oh, is this the camera that’s going to make me look like Ashley Judd?”, everyone laughed so hard.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Then he and the spud went swimming yesterday, since the pool’s up to a sultry 66.