It’s been quite a busy weekend, even being off work an extra day. It’s been great, and I’ve managed to be incredibly productive…while avoiding doing laundry. I’ve always said, if there’s something you don’t want to do, find something else you don’t want to do more and do the first one to dodge dealing with the second—though I usually phrase it more pithily: I’m never more productive than when avoiding _____, or something like that.
We got some primroses for the front window ledge on Saturday, and they look about as pretty as a crocheted afghan. The bonus is that they were only 99¢ a piece! I was quite pleased…it balanced out the bajillion dollars I had to spend on actual groceries.
My goal for the day is to get caught up on laundry, Downtown Abbey, finish the neck and shoulder shaping of the Sydney Soft sweater, begin a newborn hat for a co-worker that is set to pop (I know, I swore off commission knits and she doesn’t realize the yarn cost half what she was going to pay, but I’ll never have to do it again), and maybe start the second half of my latest design for Ingrid Reimers / Caress Luxury Yarns. Naturally, all of this is after dental appointments for myself and the kiddo.
Am trying to think of some interesting ideas for dinner, too. Maybe little towers of sweet potato cooked until soft, then smashed and browned on both sides. And we have a ton of salad to go through…from there it gets muddy. We had mac ‘n’ cheese from scratch last night and I remembered why I never make it: it’s like eating a whole bottle of Ambien that was neatly tucked inside of a lead bowling ball. The other problem with it is that the cheese (that melts so magically and invisibly into the bêchamel sauce) sticks to the pot like crazy, which is funny because that’s how I feel trying to scour it off with a rough scrubby, my own tears, and some very choice words.
Speaking of choice, I’ve discovered my new favorite breakfast: Bob’s Red Mill 7 Grain Hot Cereal. The stuff is textured more like steel cut oats than grits or oatmeal, is healthier, and best of all, can be doctored to taste just like rice pudding for the greatest, most indulgent (seeming) breakfast since Louis XIV first strutted around in velvet breeches and man-heels. It’s also about 90% less than the packaged version that sits on the grocery store shelf (89¢/lb. vs. $9.53/1 lb. 9 oz.), that is, if you get it from the bulk aisle, or as I like to call it, the “I-should-have-gone-to-MIT-with-this-mathematically-inclined-sharp-as-a-tack-brain aisle”—yeah, it’s kind of long. I’ll probably go back to just “bulk aisle” at some point.
…And because people really only “read” blogs for the photographs. (I can prove it, too—this blog is actually written in an obscure Bantu click language, but you don’t know that because you’re just looking at the pictures!)
Valentine's Day Flowers
Swedish "-eatball" plate (My own vegetarian version)
From scratch macaroni and cheese
Feeling a little off lately...
Primroses on the ledge...of glory...and I'm han—oh, nevermind.
Heath L as The Joker meme: not sure if (variegated) on purpose?
Pretty in pink primroses
Aren't these the cutest fairy-ish shade of pale purple?
Just peachy! Land sakes, these captions are hokey.
The best ones. Kiddo picked 'em out, natch.
There you got some pictures. Now get off my lawn! *shakes cane grumpily and goes back inside*
