That the Small rain down can rain*
Sep. 25th, 2014 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceWetfalling from the brokensky: we had actual rain overnight, the first measurable water since April. Not enough, not by a long dry chalk, but yay. I have explained to Mac that he no longer wishes to go outside, for fear of damp paws.
Also, it is raining books hereabouts: I have dropped off trade paper copies of Being Small at Leigh's Favourite Books, our local Sunnyvale store. Anyone in the South Bay desiring a copy could address themselves thereunto. Wouldn't it be nice if there was a demand, if she sold out and had to ask for more...?
...Aaand there was something else I meant to tell you, but I no longer remember what that was--
Oh, wait. Yes, I do. Internets, I am compelled to confess: I broke Cathyn. We had non-yoga-related dinner last night, and both he and Laina approved the ghost pepper/quince/rosewater jelly, to the point where I sent them home with the prototype to spread on toast for their breakfast. (Also I poached more quinces in a rosewater syrup, purely for the sake of making more; the actual quinces are a by-product here. I fed my guests on by-product, it was almost embarrassing.) But I also served a ghost pepper salsa with the black-bean chilli - and it was too much for Cathyn, for all that he is from New Mexico and quite robust in his preference for spicy. He had to fetch a glass of milk and everything. Um, whoops?
*I love it that I can be totally confident that y'all saw exactly what I did there, I am just sayin'.
Also, it is raining books hereabouts: I have dropped off trade paper copies of Being Small at Leigh's Favourite Books, our local Sunnyvale store. Anyone in the South Bay desiring a copy could address themselves thereunto. Wouldn't it be nice if there was a demand, if she sold out and had to ask for more...?
...Aaand there was something else I meant to tell you, but I no longer remember what that was--
Oh, wait. Yes, I do. Internets, I am compelled to confess: I broke Cathyn. We had non-yoga-related dinner last night, and both he and Laina approved the ghost pepper/quince/rosewater jelly, to the point where I sent them home with the prototype to spread on toast for their breakfast. (Also I poached more quinces in a rosewater syrup, purely for the sake of making more; the actual quinces are a by-product here. I fed my guests on by-product, it was almost embarrassing.) But I also served a ghost pepper salsa with the black-bean chilli - and it was too much for Cathyn, for all that he is from New Mexico and quite robust in his preference for spicy. He had to fetch a glass of milk and everything. Um, whoops?
*I love it that I can be totally confident that y'all saw exactly what I did there, I am just sayin'.