Can't agree enough with that article you linked to, Kat, and I'm so glad that you aren't giving empty praise to the teachers, either.

I made carrots and parsnips a couple of weeks ago, AIWFG.

I spend my life in an about even-keeled desirous haze for au gratin potatoes. I fear I may be slipping even deeper into it as I type.

Mmm, au gratin potatoes.

Homer Simpson drool noise

I'm not a prank person, usually. But this makes me laugh.

Man, I'm the kind of driver who would lose my shit entirely if I were stuck there.

However, watching it on YouTube, I laughed and laughed. Particularly because of the cow.

That pasta sounds fantastic.

I would have to be car one or two, next to that crosswalk, otherwise I'd have lost my shit too. But in a position to watch them all, even if I had no idea what was going on - I'd probably have laughed.

It's just more effort to say that than, "Good idea!"

No kidding! I keep working on, "You're being really persistent, and I admire the way you're trying different things," and "You've done a really good job of... doing the thing I told you to do in... a very direction-following way!" instead of just, "Great!" but god, it's a lot more work.

Plus, I know this is weird, but it keeps feeling like a consolation prize. Because we all know "He's great!" is good, but "He has a very nice personality, and he is accomplished in his work" means there's a catch.

We made a way yummer brown butter squash soup on Sunday. Basically you roast a couple pounds of squash in the oven until soft and a bit browned. For the browned butter, take a stick of butter (the recipe asked for two sticks, but I balked) and heat in a pan until it separates and browns, then put it in an ice bath to cool. When both are prepared, all you do to assemble the soup is blend the squash with 4 cu broth, then drizzle in the butter through the top of the blender. Add salt and pepper.

Simple and delicious.

Particularly because of the cow.

There was a duck too! So random.

For krav teaching we're told "Praise, correct, praise." I have to praise the students twice for each time I correct something they've done wrong? As if. Okay, I'm not that bad, and neither are they. But I do not stick to that formula. I praise anything that stands out as "that's as good as I was going to teach it today" or any marked attempt to hew to a correction of mine.

Insurance won't cover my pain meds yet. So I'll be paying for them myself, because I'll be damned if I'm waiting until next week. I feel sordid.

Zebras and dolphins? [link]