Among the other things I regret about not going up to Canada this year is missing the opportunity to buy fresh blueberries out of the back of a pickup truck every few miles of TC-17.
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh my god, so many flies in the basement. I sprayed everything. We're all going to die.
These are regular flies, not fruit, god help me.
Pool time did not make me like people today.
I caught myself looking forward to an hour of digging into the bottom of the closet.
That's the main reason I like digging through the Storage Heap Room o' Doom: things I didn't know were there! Things I'd forgotten!
Day 4 of staying on calories. Tonight the struggle is real, had to choose between a beer and a piece of dessert. Dessert won. (and the piece is half the size of what it would have been last week).
I sympathize - we've been fighting pantry moths for what feels like forever. I suspect the mothership is in someone else's apartment though, because I've scoured the kitchen and thrown out or sealed up every bit of grain/pasta/fruit we have, and set traps, and sprayed everywhere (behind the stove and fridge, in the corner of every shelf, on top of the cabinets where we keep liquor, EVERYWHERE), and they still keep showing up. (Not in the traps, though. I'm going to try another brand to see if I have more success.)
Mm, blueberries. Mm, Canter's. Glad you heard that cat, Consuela! Jadzia got similarly trapped in a building under renovation for three weeks and recovered completely with hydration and food, so I would guess feral cat is okay or on the way to ok.
Flan: not conquered but possibly edible. Needs to cool for at least a couple of hours before I find out. Menu: planned. Last Tango in Halifax: caught up. Grocery soipping: at phase Pantry Inventory Update. Everything else: not even started. If I could just do without sleep for a while I could probably get on track.
Oh, aren't they, though? My dad use to talk about picking blueberries in the scrub behind the farm, and running into bears every third time or so. Totally worth it.
Ker-plink, ker-plank, ker-PLUNK! [link]
I think I've murderized the current mature crop. I know they got started in the recycling, and some maggots must've spilled when I transferred it to a sealed bag in the basement. I've plugged the bigger hole between basement and first floor, so hopefully no survivors will make it up and any left will die of starvation.
Ker-plink, ker-plank, ker-PLUNK!
Blueberries for Sal was my first thought too.
I am ignoring sarameg's flies and their ugly offspring, which you might as well call gingerfonts.
Blueberries for Sal was my first thought too.
Mine too.