For dinner I had the samosas I didn't eat at Victor's, plus the piece of aloo nan -- both were yummy and spicy! Later, there will be blueberries....
'Beneath You'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
We had pasta with Capone's (in Somerville) ratatouille sauce and his chicken-pancetta sausages. Really easy (everything was pretty much in the freezer and heated up).
Sorry for the overlinkage, I just saw his new website, and got excited.
Tomorrow is Farm Day, however, so organically grown deliciousness is sure to follow.
My neighbor T got the roll of one of the good witches in the Sleeping Beauty play! Yay! I'll help her practice her lines again this week. Which is neat. Her dad is all chatty and eeearg and would I like a bottle of wine (no) which still freaky, but I can handle it.
We made some tortellini with shiitake mushrooms. Were originally planning to make that for ourselves, but Bob's cousin came over and shared with us. But this means someone drank this bottle of wine with me, yay! Strawberries were dessert.
They think it might stop raining here on Wednesday.
I need an ark.
Breakfast: it's what's for dinner!
Oh, me, too! Grits and eggs.
You must live in my part of the world, Strega. What is normal monsoon season for the mid-atlantic, anyway? I'm permanently wired to my part of NM's seasons, which means June= hot and dry, July-August=monsoon. Here I just roll with the weather. And bitch when it gets to me.
Yay for your neighbor, sara!
Well, in the summer we usually have a refreshing evening thunderstorm every couple of days, and occasionally there's a doozy, but having it rain this hard for several days is freaky. I don't think I've ever heard of a mudslide on the Beltway before.
I'm so happy for her. She was expecting to get one of the smaller roles (servants or the play's equivalent of chorus/announcers.) Now I just have to get across to her that 9:30 is not a time when she can come over to practive without hurting her feelings. Maybe different rules at her house, but that's when I send the kiddies home. I need the decompression time.