Mishmash, hodgepodge (no lodge)
Oct. 25th, 2006 11:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidTuesdays are the end of the vegetable week, so I used up lots of things still hanging around as dinner last night. To wit: a leek, several cloves of crushed garlic, a bag of older spinach, a small box of mushrooms, a mushed-up already-cooked sweet potato, some winter squash with caramelized leeks, roasted zucchinis and Italian peppers with onion, the end of some eggplant-garlic spread, plain caramelized leeks, a can of black beans, some hot sauce, feta, slices of a hard Italian cheese, plus the last of the egg backlog I'd built up (more than one of which had a blood spot, unfortunately). It wasn't attractive, but it tasted pretty good. And there's a bit more room in my fridge for whatever is delivered today. I should've increased the box size, since there's no farm share. D'oh.
What would undead cows eat?
Bubblebabble continues in his computer wizardly ways. Thanks again for fixing things.
I asked for a bag of frozen boneless chicken thighs at the Butcherie this morning.
+ They exist, and are in a very compact bag (read: take up less space in the freezer).
- $5/lb (they're only in 5-lb bags), and I'll have to use them mostly at the same time, since I can't defrost half a lump. (Heffalump?)
Backing up moms everywhere, veggies are good for your brain.
The chagim are crazy-busy, by definition. I always think things will calm down afterward, but it never works that way. I need a temporary clone machine to go to everything. What was that spell Ruzagride had, again?
I've been warped by role-playing, thinking about failed saving throws out of context, wondering about Krayzen slash, considering which songs would fit with which schools of magic (Light My Fire obviously being Burdez, I Want You to Want Me for Visik, and so on).
Before it rains again:
Dear Umbrella Wielder,
Please remember that your width is increased when you carry an open umbrella, and plan accordingly.
Thank you.
From the Shrub administration: it's just fine to have public schools or classes that are single sex.
It would be great if I could get local (organic) meat that's kosher. I know of a farm or two that raises animals; I'd need to find a shochet who would be willing to do small jobs, plus some other people willing to split an animal with me. (Plus I'd have to get a chest freezer of some sort.) I'd hope that with a small job like this, he (I suspect the vast majority of shochtim these days are "he"s*) would be able to get the sciatic nerve out, so cuts that are usually not available would be part of the package.
* I hate the apostrophe-for-plurals trend, and "hes" just looks wrong. Italics or bold aren't right either.
What would undead cows eat?
Bubblebabble continues in his computer wizardly ways. Thanks again for fixing things.
I asked for a bag of frozen boneless chicken thighs at the Butcherie this morning.
+ They exist, and are in a very compact bag (read: take up less space in the freezer).
- $5/lb (they're only in 5-lb bags), and I'll have to use them mostly at the same time, since I can't defrost half a lump. (Heffalump?)
Backing up moms everywhere, veggies are good for your brain.
The chagim are crazy-busy, by definition. I always think things will calm down afterward, but it never works that way. I need a temporary clone machine to go to everything. What was that spell Ruzagride had, again?
I've been warped by role-playing, thinking about failed saving throws out of context, wondering about Krayzen slash, considering which songs would fit with which schools of magic (Light My Fire obviously being Burdez, I Want You to Want Me for Visik, and so on).
Before it rains again:
Dear Umbrella Wielder,
Please remember that your width is increased when you carry an open umbrella, and plan accordingly.
Thank you.
From the Shrub administration: it's just fine to have public schools or classes that are single sex.
It would be great if I could get local (organic) meat that's kosher. I know of a farm or two that raises animals; I'd need to find a shochet who would be willing to do small jobs, plus some other people willing to split an animal with me. (Plus I'd have to get a chest freezer of some sort.) I'd hope that with a small job like this, he (I suspect the vast majority of shochtim these days are "he"s*) would be able to get the sciatic nerve out, so cuts that are usually not available would be part of the package.
* I hate the apostrophe-for-plurals trend, and "hes" just looks wrong. Italics or bold aren't right either.