Lura

Most of Ree's ideas seem dumb to me, but her latest one takes the cake, IMHO: the idea that all of America would love seeing homemade shows run by her offspring. After finding the first one too painful to endure, now I view only repeats and only ones with recipes that interested me the first time.

TXVOODOO, I am terribly sorry to learn that you've suffered the tragedy of losing your husband to COVID. I offer my sympathy to you and your loved ones. I hope that you have friends and relatives who can help you through your sadness. I will say a prayer for you. Please rejoin us when you feel up to it. You are loved by many of us.

?????????? ______________________________________________________________________________________________ I was surprised the other day by something Ree said on a recent rerun. She was talking about her football-playing sons and said that Bryce is 6'4'' tall, and Todd is 6' tall. JEEPERS!!! I knew they weren't little kids anymore and that they were both into football, but I had no idea they had grown so tall. Both guys must have inherited the Grandpaw Smith and the Ree Smith genes.

Thought it was interesting on a recent Ree-run thst Ree referred to Hyacinth as ''Cindy," then explained that it was another Hyacinth nickname since childhood. Who was more sloshed at Meg's engagement party -- Hye, Ree, Alex or Meg?

From talk about food to Ree's "horrible" jaw to Katie Lee's pregnancy (not REE but LEE) in a British rag -- Is anyone else confused, or is it just me?

Heaven help the folks of Pawtuska. A recent ree-run had its cooking star making more chocolate treats for her 'deserving friends." The episode should have been called Death by Chocolate. For the minister, she made a Mississippi Mud Cake which had an ENTIRE BAG of marshmallows poured into it, She made a chocolate "tart" filled entirely with a simple chocolate ganache that made my teeth ache. Her choc. cookies contained FIVE kinds of chocolate, and she was so proud of them. I'd rather be her worst enemy than be in line for one of her treats.

When you were young like the Drummond brood and wanted a snack after school or whenever, were you allowed to eat cookies, ice cream desserts, and some of the other treats that Ree makes for her kids? At my house, we were allowed to have about 4 crackers spread with peanut butter but nothing sweet that would ruin our appetites. I'm always shocked by the snacks. What did you have, and is Ree too permissive?

I can't tell whether Bryce is like his sisters and bleaching his hair blond or whether he only goes for yellow hair in the summers to go with his tan. Ree and her red/orange/peach/coral/copper hair colors has set quite an example for her offspring.

A couple of folks seem to be missing from the ranch lately, and I wonder why. What has become of Dr. Smith and his wife Patsy? I hope he isn't ill. After the nightmare that Ree's mother put him through, he deserves some happiness IMHO.

I don't measure anyone's intelligence by the sophistication of their vocabulary, but Ladd almost changed my mind last week. When the kids finished a chore, his comment to each of them was "Good job." That didn't surprise me since that's his usual saying. We heard nothing more from Ladd until a closing scene at the dinner table when one of the girls complimented Ree on her food by saying, "That was good, Mom," whereupon Ladd followed up with, "Good job, Ree." In that entire episode, "good job" were apparently the only two words this man could come up with. I can't help wondering whether that's what he mumbles to Ree after sex.

As Ree said just the other day on a Ree-run, she has cow patties all over her front yard, so I doubt she minds them on anyone's boots. The thought of it turns my stomach. Reason tells me that some of that stuff gets tracked into the house, and she had four babies crawling around the floors. I can see why her parents objected to the marriage, especially when her father was a doctor who presumably stressed cleanliness.

Another Ree-ism that I tire of hearing: She'll get part way through a recipe, glance down at a bowl of batter or salad fixins' drowning in jarred, pickled jalapenos and their juice, and exclaim, "Mmmmm, this looks SO good that I could eat it all myself!"

I am so in love with E.T., the Extraterestrial, that I don't even know what the ad is for. Bringing back the child actor as his middle-aged self was even more charming.

Just watched a genuine loser of a show -- "To the Nth Degree" or some similar name. Ree had the giggles (or a fake laugh) all the way through it. The recipes, her own hideous inventions, were WAY over the top, and she seemed to think they were hilarious. French Toast, Hot Peppers stuffed with her version of Mac and Cheese (mainly Velveeta), Fried Chicken Pizza, and Funnel Cake with sweet and sweeter toppings. Nauseating. I wonder whether this show was a payback to people like me who complain that she never knows when to stop. This choke-a-thon was a waste of 30 minutes and should be pulled from the airwaves. Don't miss it, but take some BromoSelzer first.

On her most recent Christmas shortcuts show (Santa Hats, etc.), Ree placed cookies around a platter, then reached into a drawer, pulled out those cruddy old plastic children's figures of horses and cowboy things she often uses, and squeezed them in among the cookies. As if that weren't enough, she reached for the powdered sugar and coated everything, including the toys, in 'snow." What a mess! And she was so pleased with herself! SOMEBODY has to teach this woman the old saying that less is more.