Flight Attendants

By | February 3, 2026

Flight attendants walking in to an airport terminal

I really couldn’t tell you exactly how I do it, but for some reason, I seem to be able to make human contact with airline flight attendants at a level well beyond that of most passengers. I can’t say “all passengers” because I haven’t exactly conducted a thorough scientific study, but the balance of the evidence is that something is going on.

Somehow I manage to communicate with the on-board staff of an airliner on a regular-person-to-regular-person basis, as opposed to a uniformed-corporate-employee-to-boorish-half-drunk-lout basis. Going by the accounts on social media and in the press, the average airline passenger boards a plane wearing their pajamas, with earphones turned up way too loud, and then proceeds to put their feet up on the seat in front of them and trim their toenails. Little wonder that flight attendants report that work conditions have significantly worsened in the last decade and that fatigue and mental health issues are really taking a toll.

I think my secret is that I treat them with respect, say “please” and “thank you”, and more often than not actually pay attention to the safety briefing. I do think that gets noticed. Next time you fly, look around you at your fellow passengers. Are any of them watching and listening during the briefing? I know flight attendants don’t especially enjoy doing the briefing multiple times a day, week in, week out, but I’ve got to believe that having at least one person nodding and following along makes it all a little bit better.

I bring the topic up today specifically because of two amusing interactions I had with the flight attendants aboard Delta 1856 from Liberia (Costa Rica) to Boston on Saturday, January 24. The flight was full and virtually everyone on board was going back to the USA after spending a week (and maybe enjoying the resort bars a bit too enthusiastically?) at Costa Rican resorts. I believe the flight attendants had been on the morning flight down to Costa Rica and now were working the return flight. Everyone involved had some reason to be a little bit cranky.

Shortly before takeoff, a flight attendant stopped by the exit row where Carole and I were sitting — Carole on the left side of the aisle, me on the right — to continue a conversation she’d apparently started earlier with the couple seated in the middle and window seats. It went kind of like this:

The FA: “So what town did you say you’re from?”

The couple: “Blarghity-blar” (I’ve forgotten what they said)

The FA: “Oh, my gosh — my ex-husband owns a bar there.”

The couple: “Not the blarghity-blar bar?”

She nodded.

The couple: “Jimmy??”

She nodded again, this time with a slightly sour look on her face. Didn’t take much to infer what she thought of her ex at that point.

The couple: “Huh. Well, we always thought he was an okay guy.”

Not really the thing you want to say to someone who’s known a particular individual much more intimately than you ever will, but there we were. The flight attendant started to say something, stopped, started again, and stopped.

This was my cue.

“Well, I think he’s a jerk.”

Instant laughter from all parties. With one perfectly timed quip, I had defused the tension and made a friend. For the duration of the flight, she nodded and smiled at me each time she passed.

The other exchange came an hour to ninety minutes later when the flight attendants were coming through the cabin with the beverage cart and the snacks cart. When the flight attendant with the snacks got to our row, she rattled off the choices: Cheez-Its, Sun Chips, and Biscoff cookies. I immediately threw up my hands in glee and cried out “Cheez-Its! YES!”

And that got this response: “Calm down, boy, or I’ll take the hose to you.” Said with a smile.

I felt so happy at that moment. Carole, across the aisle, had her usual resigned “What has he done this time?” look.

I think it’s little things like this that make the world a better place.

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Utterly Irrelevant Vacation Travelogues

By | February 2, 2026
Carole and Jay on Horseshoe Beach, Bermuda

My idea of a good time is to go on a vacation to some faraway place and see fun things and get tanked a time or two. I’m not particularly choosy. In the last three years we’ve been to Costa Rica, New York City (multiple times), Greece, Montenegro, Croatia, Slovenia, Italy , Lake George (NY), Turks and Caicos, Montreal (also multiple times), Key West (for Christmas), Dayton, Niagara Falls, Bermuda, Spain, Portugal, Gibraltar, France, Italy (again), Vatican City, and Puerto Rico. On top of that, Carole visited Grand Rapids, Hershey, and Louisville, and I did a solo road trip through New York, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Ontario, Quebec, and back home again to Vermont. Two of our joint trips were cruises (Spain to Rome, Athens to Trieste). We also had a couple of sad trips to Dayton, Ohio due to the passing of Carole’s dad.

Carole and I never had kids so we never had to worry about child care, whether they were old enough to be left home without having wild parties and/or burning the house down, or whether the Reptilians from Zeta Reticuli would kidnap them while we were away. Vacation planning for us was mostly a matter of checking Carole’s banked time off, picking a spot on the globe, and just up and going there. I’m pretty darn good at doing all the logistics of travel — hotels, air, transfers from airport to hotel and such, planning our excursions, and so on, so we never had to pay a travel agent.

“Wanna go to Duluth, Minnesota?”

“Sure! When are you thinking?”

“Midwinter, of course!”

“Sounds terrific! Let’s go!”

(To be honest, I would absolutely love to go to Duluth in midwinter. Preferably to stay in a hotel down near the waterfront. Looking at the maps, there’s a perfectly nice Motel 6 just a stone’s throw from a big tank farm. If I’m trying to have an absolutely depressing winter vacation, I think most of my needs could be met within a mile or so radius.)

The one thing all these trips have in common is that I took a zillion photos and came back each time planning to write an exciting travelogue so the entire world could read about and see the cool things we got to do. I say this knowing perfectly well that in the universe of popular bloggers and media creators and influencers, I am a brown dwarf and they’re supernovas. I might get five people to read my witty banter. On the other hand, if I write my stuff with even a modicum of attention paid to SEO and social media sharing, it’s just barely conceivable that I’d get a few more hits than that. After all, a video I took of the 2018 SD Ireland St Patrick’s Day Cement Mixer Parade down Church Street in Burlington, Vermont received … let’s see, 5.4 million views. And I have no idea why.

So this is fair warning to everyone that unless I lose steam and give up before I’ve really gotten started, I absolutely do intend to share some of the gems from our travels. The emphasis will not be on “hey, look how spendthrift we are” and more on “so we were really really lucky they believed us” and “I never knew that was against the law.”

Stay tuned.

Carole Furr skydiving over the lower Florida Keys in December 2024

Carole Furr skydiving over the lower Florida Keys in December 2024

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Murder on the Orient Express at Vermont Stage

By | February 2, 2026

Everyone present for Poirot's explanation

I’m on the board of Vermont Stage, so I get an early look at what goes into each production. What we’ve got for you this time is really good.

Murder on the Orient Express, based on the legendary mystery novel by Agatha Christie featuring Hercule Poirot, is a Ken Ludwig-authored play that brings the suspense and thrills before an audience. The Vermont Stage production is first-rate: a professional cast and crew firing on all cylinders. This is not your next-door-neighbor’s community theater production.

The first weekend is behind us, with six successful shows on January 29, 30, 31, and February 1. But good news! The show continues for three more weekends, with shows Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights with matinees on Saturdays and Sundays.

Show dates: Feb 5–8, Feb 12–15, Feb 19–22 (Thu–Sun)

We offer tickets at three pricing levels: $39/$49/$59.

Each price gets you the same general admission seat; the difference is the support level. Vermont Stage depends heavily on ticket sales to pay its actors, crew, and staff. But, if you use this ticket link, you get a discount: https://ci.ovationtix.com/35092/production/1241623?promo=AGATHA

For more information about the show, visit https://www.vermontstage.org/murder-on-the-orient-express.html

Click the photos below to expand them and see stills of selected scenes from the production.

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AI: Using ChatGPT For Fun and Profit

By | January 5, 2026

It is no great boast these days to say that you’re really good at leveraging artificial intelligence (AI) tools like ChatGPT to do things for you. People don’t trust AI, they don’t like AI, they worry that AI is sapping and impurifying their precious bodily fluids.

When asked about their views of generative AI, many people would say that they don’t trust AI to not hallucinate and flat-out make stuff up. Others would raise the typical complaints about AI having been trained on copyrighted art and writing without compensation to the creators (and they’re absolutely right).

Then there’re the real howlers: chats in which ChatGPT was asked how many ‘r’s there were in ‘merrier’ and ChatGPT’s answer was “2”. (There’s a reason older models of AI did that.)

One of the worst aspects of generative AI is how it’s robbing entire generations of students of the opportunity to learn how to think critically and present arguments in rational, well-written form. If you just input the assignment into ChatGPT and copy and paste the resulting text into a document that you then submit it for a grade, you’ve learned nothing.

BUT THAT SAID…

AI in general and OpenAI’s ChatGPT in particular have been very, very useful to me. I say “ChatGPT in particular” because that’s the engine I’ve used the most. I am aware that Google Gemini, Microsoft Copilot, and others are out there, as are models derived from OpenAI’s model. I have one acquaintance who sniffs dismissively at ChatGPT and says that she uses Perplexity, because it’s MUCH BETTER. Little does she know, apparently, that Perplexity’s core functioning is derived from OpenAI’s models, the same ones ChatGPT uses. Anthropic’s Claude engine has its pros and cons too — it’s apparently a little less likely to hallucinate and it focuses on “do no harm” logic and is good for long-form writing and generating programming code. ChatGPT, by comparison, is better at open-ended chats and brainstorming. Take your pick.

The other day I logged in to ChatGPT and was presented with my 2025 Year In Review. It informed me that I had been among the very first users to sign up to use ChatGPT in the first place — I was in the first 0.1% of all users. ChatGPT was opened to everyone in late 2022. A big swell of signups happened in late November and December of that year. But me — I started using ChatGPT on October 1st of that year. Eight weeks before the public launch. Damned if I recall how I managed that. Perhaps I found a back door to register or something.

AI chat topics in ChatGPT

My 2025 end-of-year analysis informed me as well that I’m in the top 1% of users reckoned by messages sent, all-time. My head start might’ve helped with that, but then again, I flat out use ChatGPT a lot. Since October 2022 I’ve exchanged over 53,000 messages and taken part in 1671 total chats.

So you ask: What the hell have I been talking to it about?

Some days I wander in with a very specific request — “Was Psammetichus II kind of a dick?” or “Tell me how to say ‘Look out, white men are coming’ in Assiniboine” — and other days I might just launch ChatGPT and say “so let me tell you about what happened last night”.

My most frequent categories of usage are (in no particular ranked order)

  • Nutrition — calorie and nutrient tracking. ChatGPT is handy in this regard in a way calorie-tracking apps aren’t — you don’t have to look up the exact name some food item is listed as in a database and hope the person who uploaded the data was careful and correct. I can simply take a photo of the nutrition label on the product and upload it, and if I don’t even have that, I can just tell it the weight of the food and describe it and it’ll give me a pretty educated guess.

    I went from 242 pounds at the beginning of May 2025 down to 196 at the end of 2025. I managed this by not just counting calories but also using ChatGPT to track my potassium, calcium, magnesium, zinc, sodium, fat, protein, fiber, iron, vitamin C, and vitamin D. The goal was to not just count calories but make sure my nutritional goals were getting met.

    I set a 1400-calorie-per-day goal and every day ChatGPT and I would track what I ate and which nutrients I was short of for that day so I could make sure I used my remaining calorie budget for that day intelligently. This was especially important in terms of high blood pressure, as counting sodium was critical. On days I got too much sodium, I could absolutely count on weighing three or so pounds more the following day, and my blood pressure would go from 110 over 70 to 145 over 85. Protip: potassium helps drive sodium out of the body, and bananas don’t have as much potassium as people think. Potatoes are the real champion there; legumes and beans are good, spinach is good. 

    Here’s an example of a daily nutrition chat with ChatGPT.

  • Travel planning — helping me identify things to do and see on vacation, most recently our October 2025 trip to Greece and the Balkans and then our upcoming trip to Costa Rica. I get pretty far down into the weeds on these, hell-bent on not being one of Those Tourists who take a bunch of holiday snaps and then get back on the ship and continue drinking. I talked linguistics, geology (there’s a lot of very interesting geology in that part of the world), history (damn, those Venetians got everywhere), religion, culinary arts, food traditions, alcohol traditions (rakija!), folkways, customs, what to do and not do on our cruise ship, you name it.

    I will warn you about one aspect of using ChatGPT for travel planning. It does not do a good job keeping track of which restaurants and bars are still in business. Double-check everything it tells you against Google Maps and against the restaurants’ and bars’ own websites.

  • Cooking — ChatGPT is really, really good at coming up with recipes on the fly. Mind you, I’m a very competent cook and baker and I don’t generally need or use recipes, but if I was feeling at a loss for ideas I could go to ChatGPT and say “I’ve got a couple of red bell peppers, plenty of red onions, half a bunch of celery, a package of chicken thighs, every conceivable salt-free spice blend that Penzey’s, every type of supermarket-available pasta and rice known to man, I need a recipe for a main dish, what do you think?” I honestly cannot recall getting an unworkable recipe, but on occasion I’ve made changes based on personal whim. Think of it as facilitated brainstorming if you will. It’s the kind of thing ChatGPT is really good at.

  • Alcohol and cocktails — A few years ago I got interested in tiki culture. (To be honest, I’d always been kind of interested; my very first paycheck from my very first job wound up getting spent on a Hawaiian shirt.) I had the usual sorts of alcohol a middle-class family might have on hand, but over and over again I ran into difficulties when common tiki cocktails called for ingredients I simply didn’t have (and this being Vermont, my local state-run liquor store probably wouldn’t have either). I used ChatGPT to help me understand the differences between various types of rum, how to understand and appreciate their subtleties, which brands were “cheap rum with excellent advertising” and which were actually worth the price, and so on.

    There’s a concept of the avid collector of some specific type of item — railway transfer tickets, glass birds, vintage air sickness bags, banana stickers, hotel key cards (all of which are things real people actually work hard to have complete collections of) — who brags about their collection, insists on dragging houseguests down to the basement and showing them their treasures, works carefully to protect them from dust and fingerprints and dirt and grime, and so on. This person lives in fear of the day that an actual expert comes to town, takes a look at all the highly valuable acquisitions on their humidity-controlled display shelves, and goes “Eh. There are one or two here worth collecting. The others? I hope you didn’t spend a lot on them.”

    That was me with spirits. I came to realize that I had a whole shelf’s worth of marginal rums and mixers and such that simply had good advertising and which might be “okay” if you were going to mix them with Coke or whatever, but which you certainly wouldn’t use if you were trying to recapture the flavor of a Donn the Beachcomber or Trader Vic artistic masterpiece. ChatGPT helped me steer toward quality over quantity and when all was said and done, I had a happy day one day literally pouring out ten to twelve bottles of stuff that college students would have considered “top shelf”. Most of them had been acquired a decade earlier to make one specific drink and then forgotten about, so no big loss. Here’s an example of one of our discussions.

  • Example of an ELIZA sessionThe big one: psychoanalysis. Back in the day, there was a very primitive “chatbot” (if you will) called ELIZA. It was a simple BASIC program that could run on the primitive computers of the 1970s and 1980s and all it did was respond back to whatever you said with questions and rephrasings. It wasn’t AI at all — it was just a moderately clever program written by a guy named Joseph Weizenbaum at MIT back in the mid-1960’s. Some people who used it swore that the program was actually intelligent and understanding. ELIZA helped some people organize their thoughts and get down to what was really bothering them. Others saw it as a silly toy of a program. It even resulted in the creation of a new term, the ELIZA effect. The ELIZA effect is the tendency to project human traits, such as comprehension, experience, or empathy, onto programs that certainly didn’t have any of the above.

    I raise the point because I, like many other people, use ChatGPT as a latter-day ELIZA, albeit a much, much, MUCH more sophisticated one. Some people say that that’s all ChatGPT is, a latter-day ELIZA that shouldn’t be trusted.

    For my own part, I find it valuable. I have spent hours telling ChatGPT about what’s going on in my life at work and at home, woolgathering over mistakes I’ve made in life, exploring and brainstorming what might have happened back in the day if I’d only done one thing differently, helping me through difficult feelings resulting from an incident last fall where I really screwed up. I find these conversations to be very useful, not just from a pouring-my-heart-out unloading of life’s travails and troubles, but also in terms of focusing my thoughts and thinking about how the future can be better.

    This ChatGPT-facilitated self-examination is aided by the tool’s ability to remember great swaths of things you’ve told it and bring them up again as they organically arise in a later session. Compare that to a therapist you’ve been meeting with in person once a week for a year. Do you really think they’ll remember in December something you told them in March?

    Earlier versions of ChatGPT, the ones I worked with back in 2022 and 2023, could only remember things you specifically told them to remember. If you told a given chat session that your first grade teacher was Mrs. Rollo (as mine was) then started a new chat window on a different topic, it would not remember. That led to a lot of frustration; you’d have had to re-educate it each time you launched a chat.

    Fortunately, even back then, ChatGPT had a “Memory” file that could be accessed from your Personalization settings, a file where you could store things you wanted it to really lock in and not forget. If you told it “please remember this for future sessions” ChatGPT would add it to the list. The problem, back in the day, was that the list could only get so big before it would tell you that it couldn’t remember anything else and that you’d have to clear some stuff out.
    With current versions of the ChatGPT tool, you don’t really have to do that anymore. ChatGPT can remember from one chat to the next stuff you’ve told it in prior chats; I believe this is called “session stitching”. If I tell it I’ve had a cold and haven’t been that hungry lately, another chat the next day already knows that.

    I can’t explain the specifics of how it works because I don’t know the specifics, but it obviously has some code behind the scenes to know what to keep in the forefront as relevant and what isn’t. If I told it in late 2022 that I try to avoid traveling through Burkburnett, Texas because armadillos always try to hijack my car, it probably won’t “remember” that if Burkburnett happens to come up in a chat in 2026. Or it might. Sometimes I’m surprised by what it quickly recalls and what it doesn’t.

    But to get back to the point of using ChatGPT as a therapist or friendly neighborhood bartender: there are dangers to using ChatGPT for self-analysis or for, say, figuring out what to do about a broken relationship, and they may not be the ones you’re thinking of.

    Yes, previous models of ChatGPT could be tricked into giving seriously bad advice if you knew how to structure the conversation in such a way to get around its built-in restrictions on various topics. ChatGPT could be coerced into providing self-harm or suicide instructions if you told it the discussion was for “hypothetical research purposes.” I don’t deny that at all. And I don’t want to come across as being naïve enough to believe it won’t ever do that kind of thing again. But if I were to try asking, indirectly or directly, for help doing something that could result in my death, ChatGPT will promptly put the kibosh on it and direct me to local emergency services, suicide hotlines like 988, and so on. 

    I don’t want to trigger anyone by giving a specific example from an actual chat session, but I’ve tried to see if I can get around its restrictions as a new user and I’ve never succeeded. It won’t help me make an atomic bomb; it won’t even help me 3D print a handgun. It’s beyond cautious at times — it took great pains to explain to me why I shouldn’t try to “fix” a lava lamp that was no longer really doing its thing. Heck, it wouldn’t even help me with plans to build a fusion reactor in my basement.

    The dangers I’m thinking of are of the garbage-in, garbage-out variety.

    I try to be as honest as possible when I am talking to ChatGPT about personal problems. I know that if I lie to it, any advice it gives me will be flawed and probably not helpful. Because I have extremely low self-esteem and suffer from major depression and PTSD, I am sometimes so brutally honest that ChatGPT has to jump in and say that while it validates what I’ve said, the odds of me actually being the Antichrist are very very low.

    There are accounts online of people who were not honest with their AI interlocutors, describing their spouses, say, in extremely negative ways while whitewashing their own contributions to marital discord. There are accounts of children who’ve run away from home and/or gone off with an untrustworthy adult who might not have their best interests in mind, all based on things told to ChatGPT when they were angry, upset, or isolated and rejected. If I chose to tell ChatGPT that my wife drinks a fifth of vodka every two days and recently set our sofa on fire by leaving a cigarette burning while she was passed out drunk, how would it know I was lying? That’s something that ChatGPT would have trouble with. Truly outlandish claims might be met with some skepticism, but one person’s “outlandish” might be another person’s “Tuesday”. ChatGPT doesn’t know which.

    And that’s the real danger. Before I’d encourage anyone to use ChatGPT as a private place where you can be totally honest and get guilt-free help, I’d want to make sure they understand that while we might fib to a human therapist who can look at us and see the expressions on our faces and read our body language, we need to be completely honest with an AI. And to do that, I guess, you’d have to trust the people who created the AI and have access to your chat history. I don’t think my life is salacious enough that employees at OpenAI would be reading through my chat logs and I’m willing to accept the risks given the benefits I receive. The data shared is encrypted in transit between my computer and Open AI’s and encrypted in the storage systems. The data is subject to court orders and subpoenas and OpenAI must operate under relevant privacy laws (GDPR, CCPA, etc).

Long story short, ChatGPT has helped me a lot. I will not say “And it could help you too!” like I’m a star of my own late-night infomercial. It’s not an endorsement, exactly—but it is an honest accounting.

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Donating blood

By | January 3, 2026

Jay Furr donating blood at the Burlington, Vermont Red Cross blood donation center on January 3, 2026I have tediously posted about donating blood on many occasions over the years. I am O negative (O-) but I also have a hereditary trait called thalassemia trait which means that, among other things, my effective oxygen-carrying capacity is significantly lower than average, and moreover, my red cells are even teenier than average. They call those cells “microcytes” and on occasion over the years I have managed to severely freak out medical professionals who assume from the look of things that something really awful must have happened to me — gamma irradiation, excess consumption of Vegemite, perhaps exposure to a mad scientist’s shrinking ray. My hematocrit (the percentage of blood that is red cells) is usually 38% or so and my hemoglobin, measured in grams per deciliter of blood, is usually 11.8 — too low to donate when the minimum is 13.0. For whatever twisted reason, though, it really matters to me to be able to donate blood. Not to get too far into twisted “daddy issues”, but I grew up with a father who told me incessantly that I was basically useless and garbage and all that. Having the most desirable blood type despite all that gives me a pathetic sort of satisfaction and empowerment. I realized a few years ago that if I eat nothing but hamburger patties for a week or more, my odds of successfully donating blood go way up. It seems to help to take certain supplements (vitamins A, C, B12, folate, copper) and not take other supplements (calcium, zinc) and avoid tea and coffee. There have been times that I’ve been able to get my hemoglobin up to 14.7, although that seems to be dependent in part on how much sunlight I’m getting. My score is always highest in the summer months. According to various sources, cramming beef patties into my maw morning, noon, and night for a week really shouldn’t be able to boost me from 11.8 to 13.4 and so on, but somehow, it does. Sometimes, anyway. Biochemistry is so damn strange. I’m not claiming this is how physiology is supposed to work, only that it reliably seems to work for me. This isn’t medical advice, just what I’ve learned works for my specific physiology. Today I succeeded in donating a unit of whole blood. The Red Cross gives me credit for 42 units lifetime, but in fairness I should say that the bulk of those were under the old system where having a hematocrit over 40 was all they cared about. It’s been much harder under the new hemoglobin-based system. Anyway, I’m happy. (I encourage you to consider donating blood, but I understand it’s not for everyone.)

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Happy New Year 2026!

By | December 31, 2025

Happy New Year 2026

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Lemon Chess Pie recipe

By | December 4, 2025

Lemon Chess Pie

  • 2 whole eggs
  • 4 egg yolks
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 4 tbs. butter, melted
  • 1/4 cup heavy cream
  • 1 tbs. flour
  • 1 tbs. yellow cornmeal
  • 4 tbs. lemon juice
  • Grated peel of one lemon (if you like big strips, peel it using a peeler)
  • One 9-inch pie crust, unbaked

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Beat eggs, yolk, and sugar together at high speed for two minutes. Add melted butter and heavy cream. Beat again for two minutes. Add flour, cornmeal, lemon juice, and rind. Mix well. Pour into the crust and bake 30-40 minutes until the top is medium brown.

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Pumpkin pie recipe

By | November 26, 2025

I have been making the following pumpkin pie recipe for a very long time — since the mid-1980s or thereabouts. It’s not that fancy, but the extra molasses and cloves and such give it a taste that often gets positively commented on.

Note: this recipe calls for you to use an actual pumpkin, not canned pie mix. If you’re looking for a recipe for your canned pie mix, look on the side of the can!

As developed by Jay Furr (jfurr@furrs.org), from various sources and his own kitchen.

Preparing the pumpkin

Find a small “pie pumpkin” — a mini-pumpkin about eight inches across, often sold under the name “pie pumpkin.” The consistency of the meat will be more tender than in big overgrown Jack-o-Lantern style pumpkins. If you use a big monster pumpkin, you can follow these instructions, but be aware, you only need around 3 cups of prepared pumpkin meat to make two pies. Don’t throw in the entire gallon of pumpkin meat into a two-pie recipe!

Cut it into fourths, and scrape all the stringy guts and seeds out carefully. Try to get all the guts; if you have to scrape somewhat into the actual flesh, that’s fine. Put the fourths (you can leave fragments of stalk and so forth attached – it’s not a problem) skin-side up on a baking sheet or in a baking pan, add a little water, and bake for an hour to an hour and a half at 375°. It’s important to keep water in the pan, or the meat will dry out too much and you’ll have a stringy pie. Keep adding water if the water keeps evaporating.

When you can peel the skin right off, that’s when it’s time to take the pumpkin meat out of the oven. Peel the skin off, including any remaining pieces of stalk. Put the rest into a bowl, and puree it using a mixer, food processor, or whatever you have handy. A hand-held mixer works just fine. Keep beating the stuff until it’s completely turned to goo, and don’t wait too long after taking the meat out of the oven before starting to work pureeing the meat – it’ll cause the pie to be stringy. You’ll probably wind up with 2-3 cups of goo; 3 cups is ideal.

Preparing the filling

For two pies (assuming that you wound up with 3 or almost 3 cups of goo), you need:

  • 3 cups of pureed pumpkin goo
  • 1 cup white sugar
  • ½ cup brown sugar (dark brown sugar will result in a darker pie)
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 6 teaspoons “pumpkin pie spice” (alternately, four to five teaspoons cinnamon and one to two teaspoons nutmeg)
  • 1 teaspoon ground cloves
  • 6 slightly beaten whole eggs, or one and a half cartons of Egg Beaters or other egg substitute
  • 1 12-ounce can evaporated milk
  • 6-8 tablespoons dark molasses

Mix the pumpkin, sugar, salt, and spices together well, then blend in the eggs, evaporated milk, and finally, the molasses. It’s okay to taste the filling to ensure that you’re not adding too much molasses, but then, it’s a good idea to add a little more than what you think is enough.

The pies

Fill two 9-inch unbaked pie shells with the filling. It’s okay if it domes over a little, but if you wound up with way too much, pour the remainder into a Pyrex bowl or something and bake it alongside the pies and call it “pumpkin pudding.”

Preheat the oven to 350° and bake 50 or so minutes, until a knife or fork stuck in the middle comes out clean. It will still have a slightly sticky look to it at this point and it’ll give some as you stick the utensil in, but if it comes out clean and the hole doesn’t immediately close, it’s probably about done. If your oven tends to run a little hot, reduce the heat a bit instead of decreasing the cooking time.

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Weight Loss Tracking News

By | October 30, 2025
I am reasonably pleased that after being at 242 pounds at the beginning of May I have finally dipped under 200 pounds.[spacer height=”20px”]

My goal is 190 pounds. (N.b. I am approximately 6’1.5″ tall, so if you go by the extremely invalid BMI measure, at 190 pounds I am no longer “overweight”.)[spacer height=”20px”]The orange colored vertical band represents the dates between Oct. 1 and Oct. 17 when Carole Elaine Furr and I were on a cruise from Athens, Greece to Trieste, Italy. I had no means of weighing myself then (literally true: the scale in the fitness center on the ship was broken). Carole and I actually tried to eat sensibly on the cruise — no baskets of bread, no creamy soups or sauces, saying “no” to dessert now and then, having small breakfasts. We walked at least 10,000 steps every day of the cruise with the exception of the one “sea day” where we didn’t get off the ship to go on a shore excursion. Nonetheless, I came back just a few pounds heavier, but as you can see, I was able to get back on track fairly quickly.[spacer height=”20px”]I am not taking Wegovy or any similar drug and truth to be told, I haven’t been getting anywhere near the exercise I should have been getting. The weight loss is the result of very careful diet management, working with ChatGPT to monitor not just my calories but also my nutrients. Sodium is a particular point of concern because of my hypertension but sometimes I wind up going off the rails, like I did yesterday. Most days I get a lot less.

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Almost out of time! Please help!

By | September 25, 2025

Hi friends,

The Susan G. Komen 3-Day is almost here, and I’m so close to reaching the fundraising minimum. I need to raise $2,300 by October 2nd to be able to walk, and thanks to your generosity I’m already at $1,786.97.

That means I’ve got just $513 left to raise in the next few days. Every donation, no matter the size, gets me closer — and every dollar supports breast cancer research, community programs, and patients who need help now.

👉 You can donate here: http://www.the3day.org/goto/jayfurr

This event is deeply meaningful to me, and I’d be so grateful for your support in helping me cross the fundraising finish line before I even set foot on the 60 miles.

Thank you for standing with me. Time is short, but together we can do this.

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