Hijinks... I wonder if there's another (English) word with three or more dots in a row?
The full moon has been gorgeous. Tuesday as I left work, if floated in the slowly-darkening pastel blue sky, the color of the craters somehow matching the sky so that it looked ethereal, almost insubstantial. Last night, I couldn't find it until after dark, rising with a glowing halo.
Hooray for Cook's Illustrated! I got to look over my first issue last night.
I stopped at the Butcherie this morning, and was surprised to find five kinds of imported (kosher, chalav yisroel) Italian hard cheese. I recognized "scamorza" and "pecorino" (though not pecorino romano, something else). I couldn't resist buying some, just because it was there, so chose kinds I'd not heard of before. I am now the owner of wedges of fontal (Solarella brand) and cacio affumicato, and I'm excited to find out what they're like.
Note to self: folding the laundry as you take it out of the dryer doesn't take as much time as you think.
Current Shabbat dinner thoughts: roasted turkey thighs, covered with ginger syrup mixed with cayenne pepper and freshly ground black pepper, lying on a bed of apricots or peaches mixed with cranberries and onions. I think a wild rice/brown rice mixture would work well with this. And a green salad alongside, with a lot of kinds of greens, scallion, and either halved grape tomatoes or slices of tart green apple, with some sort of vinaigrette.
I saw great ugliness last night, in the form of a stretch SUV. Ugh!
In other vehicular notes, there's a Hummer out there with MA plate ANIMAL, and another car with MA plate TOW ME 2, which seems to be asking for trouble.
I wish the cold would come when my feet were up to wearing regular boots, or even shoes. It's beyond chilly out there.
I'm still fascinated by the strange spam subject lines that come my way; some are obvious junk, but some make me wonder who they're really targeting, or who they think will open the message. For instance, today's best subject line is "The tarantula law". Er, yeah.
The full moon has been gorgeous. Tuesday as I left work, if floated in the slowly-darkening pastel blue sky, the color of the craters somehow matching the sky so that it looked ethereal, almost insubstantial. Last night, I couldn't find it until after dark, rising with a glowing halo.
Hooray for Cook's Illustrated! I got to look over my first issue last night.
I stopped at the Butcherie this morning, and was surprised to find five kinds of imported (kosher, chalav yisroel) Italian hard cheese. I recognized "scamorza" and "pecorino" (though not pecorino romano, something else). I couldn't resist buying some, just because it was there, so chose kinds I'd not heard of before. I am now the owner of wedges of fontal (Solarella brand) and cacio affumicato, and I'm excited to find out what they're like.
Note to self: folding the laundry as you take it out of the dryer doesn't take as much time as you think.
Current Shabbat dinner thoughts: roasted turkey thighs, covered with ginger syrup mixed with cayenne pepper and freshly ground black pepper, lying on a bed of apricots or peaches mixed with cranberries and onions. I think a wild rice/brown rice mixture would work well with this. And a green salad alongside, with a lot of kinds of greens, scallion, and either halved grape tomatoes or slices of tart green apple, with some sort of vinaigrette.
I saw great ugliness last night, in the form of a stretch SUV. Ugh!
In other vehicular notes, there's a Hummer out there with MA plate ANIMAL, and another car with MA plate TOW ME 2, which seems to be asking for trouble.
I wish the cold would come when my feet were up to wearing regular boots, or even shoes. It's beyond chilly out there.
I'm still fascinated by the strange spam subject lines that come my way; some are obvious junk, but some make me wonder who they're really targeting, or who they think will open the message. For instance, today's best subject line is "The tarantula law". Er, yeah.