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desperanceThere were three mousies by the back door this morning, when we got up. Three. And we still wouldn't let Mac outside.
During the morning, those three have been whittled down to two, and now to one. He is offering them, I guess, to some more worthy being. Or building an altar to some appalling god, who will come down to wreak terrible vengeance on us. One or the other.
One of the things Mac is missing, in his cruel incarceration? The World's Tiniest Rose(tm) has put forth two count 'em two blooms, weirdly out of scale. As witness, yesterday:
Also yesterday, I put beans to soak not in water but in beef stock. This morning I am boiling 'em in same, thereby reducing the stock to dark gelatinous delight as well as cooking the beans. I have chilli in mind for tomorrow's dinner, and three days seems a fair amount of time to devote to it. I don't know how far the flavour of the stock will penetrate the beans, but I guess we'll find out...
In alternately other newses, I still don't feel great but am better; my Fitbit seems once again to have been dead for days (note to Fitbit: messages saying "Your Fitbit needs charging" are more useful when they arrive before it dies entirely, rather than immediately after I recharge it five days later); the oven died again last night but is alive again this morning. Memo to world: everything should work perfectly all the time, 'k?
[EtA: in honour of iZombie, I shall have brains on toast for lunch today. Possibly with hot sauce. I do not anticipate piggy-visions.]
During the morning, those three have been whittled down to two, and now to one. He is offering them, I guess, to some more worthy being. Or building an altar to some appalling god, who will come down to wreak terrible vengeance on us. One or the other.
One of the things Mac is missing, in his cruel incarceration? The World's Tiniest Rose(tm) has put forth two count 'em two blooms, weirdly out of scale. As witness, yesterday:
Also yesterday, I put beans to soak not in water but in beef stock. This morning I am boiling 'em in same, thereby reducing the stock to dark gelatinous delight as well as cooking the beans. I have chilli in mind for tomorrow's dinner, and three days seems a fair amount of time to devote to it. I don't know how far the flavour of the stock will penetrate the beans, but I guess we'll find out...
In alternately other newses, I still don't feel great but am better; my Fitbit seems once again to have been dead for days (note to Fitbit: messages saying "Your Fitbit needs charging" are more useful when they arrive before it dies entirely, rather than immediately after I recharge it five days later); the oven died again last night but is alive again this morning. Memo to world: everything should work perfectly all the time, 'k?
[EtA: in honour of iZombie, I shall have brains on toast for lunch today. Possibly with hot sauce. I do not anticipate piggy-visions.]