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desperanceNever say I never learn. Little by little, I am applying yesterday's treatments to today's endeavours. I have shopped and read book in the sunshine. I have started a new story which I thought about this morning as I lay in bed; it is called "Too Pi to Live," or possibly "2Π to Live", and either way is a tribute to Pi Day, which we missed. I have cooked a prawn and mushroom omelette for our lunches, and am making the world's mildest chilli (it wasn't meant to be, it just turned out that way: have America's spices no bite, or am I just unlucky?) for supper.
Serious question, foodie folk: is there foodie folkie wisdom about tomatilloes, to say either "they're ripe when the papery skin just peels away" or else "the stickier the skin, the sharper the fruit" or whatever? For we do not often see tomatilli in the UK (viz I never have), and I seem to have come home with both kinds.
Tonight, Karen and I are having an evening off: no company, no events. We may watch Firefly. We will have a Scrabble tourney, no quarter asked or given.
In preparation for this, I have just poured my first gin of the day. It is, um, half past two. Oh, dear...
Serious question, foodie folk: is there foodie folkie wisdom about tomatilloes, to say either "they're ripe when the papery skin just peels away" or else "the stickier the skin, the sharper the fruit" or whatever? For we do not often see tomatilli in the UK (viz I never have), and I seem to have come home with both kinds.
Tonight, Karen and I are having an evening off: no company, no events. We may watch Firefly. We will have a Scrabble tourney, no quarter asked or given.
In preparation for this, I have just poured my first gin of the day. It is, um, half past two. Oh, dear...