I never wanted to Twitter but now Owen's in the mix I'm tempted.
I think I will attempt preserved lemons with the few that remain.
My old neighbor Mo (who was from Morocco), did preserved lemons. I have a vivid memory of him cutting up lemons and dumping them into a big glass jar of salt. Also, his family had their own olive grove.
Anyway, he's now in Switzerland with Maria (whose first fiance died in a car accident, and whose German Shepard - Maklo - was Emmett's first dog friend.) They're both biotech scientists.
Hec, you'll be happy to hear that when I realized I was out of ginger I used your candied ginger substitution trick.
Tonight, Matilda requested black beans and rice.
Easy enough to do, though since she's a 3 y.o. and "faithful as a pussycat" she declared (after the request) that she didn't like black beans.
Whatev!
Anyway, I did them for JZ and myself and opted for the Peruvian/Japanese/(some other culture) trick of added protein by adding on a [avert your eyes, ita]
poached egg.
Mmmmmm.
I hope you TJ's having folk worship your good fortune!
Oh, I do.
Owen and his concern for Polgara is hysterical. Perhaps he will grow up and defeat the Insomnia Fairy!
Oof, Should be asleep.
But poor old Mister Kitty made a geriatric (as opposed to diabetic) mess with litter (peed on his feet, clumping litter,) which necessitated a bath, which was much needed anyway because he's been neglecting that. And a blow dry.
Why doesn't he do this earlier in the night??!
And I hate seeing him decline. It's inevitable, but it is sad. He sleeps, mostly, and is happy when he's awake. All I can ask.
I've begun the serious search for a cell phone provider, never having had one before. I generally only call Hubby and I'm looking for something to call home with when I'm at the store, so I'm thinking of the Cricket pay as you go plan. Does anyone have any horrific experiences I should consider with Cricket or the phones they provide?
I have never heard the term faithful as a pussycat, but it's very evocative.
I'm a new and not entirely voluntary cat owner. Mostly we ignore each other except when she cuddles up at night (and vocally complains any time I shift.)
Work from home days she will jump up on the counter (where I work) like 19 times no matter how many times I grab her and drop her to the floor. Her general facial expression when she gets up one more fucking time and looks at me can best be described as "Fuck You, Whale!*)
Honestly, her usual facial expression is the death glare. Given that mine is the same, you'd think we'd get along better.
Turns out (surprise!) I'm a dog person.
[*That's a Southpark reference, not a body image demon, to be clear.]
I have never heard the term faithful as a pussycat, but it's very evocative.
Oh yes you have. "Killer Queen" by Queen.
