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Mar. 14th, 2016 01:55 pmI'm probably going to jinx myself, but I'm surprised I haven't been called for jury duty lately. Maybe the crime rate in Boston really is going down. (This observation brought to you by the realization that the last time I had jury duty was at least four years ago, and I thought of that because I was reading an article about the Brighton courthouse and the fact that its front steps have been needing repairs for several years now. I knew that, because I walk past them occasionally. But I bet I'll never get sent for jury duty there, because I live around the corner.)
I walked past the courthouse yesterday, in fact, because I wanted a new battery for the bathroom clock. It occurred to me that maybe a new battery would stop it being perpetually seven or eight minutes slow, since I got the clock in 2003 and it was still using the original battery. So, new battery, and not only does it keep time now, the display is also considerably easier to read. Shocking. I guess the old battery was mostly working out of habit. But now I can tell when I should have gotten out of the tub and gone to bed fifteen minutes ago, without actually getting out of the tub. Yay?
Everybody gripes about DST, but I love it. Lighter later is good. Still light at 9:30 in the summer in Kent was a revelation, but that requires me to live in Kent, and that day has passed. I'll settle for sunset after I get home, instead of before or during. The next thing on the agenda is 65 degrees when the wind is blowing. (Well, that's my agenda, anyway. I have no idea what the climate's agenda is.) I just want to retire my windproof jacket for about six months, that's all.
I discovered that you can make granola out of steel-cut oatmeal, and I like it as a texture contrast with rolled oats. But steel-cut oatmeal doesn't soak up liquid the way rolled oats do, so this batch is very sticky because the honey didn't all get soaked up, and it tried to stick itself to the pan when it cooled. It's tasty, though, consisting as it does of two sorts of oatmeal, cashews, pumpkin seeds and dried cranberries. Next time I think I'll try putting an egg white in it, because apparently that's how you get granola to hold hands with itself without being sticky. (I'm ignoring the fact that the whole concoction probably runs to about 20 points per one-cup serving. At least it tends to make me want less lunch.)
What I had for lunch was calling itself japchae, but it wasn't even close. It was rice noodles with cabbage slivers and sesame seeds. Now I want japchae as she is properly spoke. And I can do that if I wait until Wednesday. So I think I might.
I walked past the courthouse yesterday, in fact, because I wanted a new battery for the bathroom clock. It occurred to me that maybe a new battery would stop it being perpetually seven or eight minutes slow, since I got the clock in 2003 and it was still using the original battery. So, new battery, and not only does it keep time now, the display is also considerably easier to read. Shocking. I guess the old battery was mostly working out of habit. But now I can tell when I should have gotten out of the tub and gone to bed fifteen minutes ago, without actually getting out of the tub. Yay?
Everybody gripes about DST, but I love it. Lighter later is good. Still light at 9:30 in the summer in Kent was a revelation, but that requires me to live in Kent, and that day has passed. I'll settle for sunset after I get home, instead of before or during. The next thing on the agenda is 65 degrees when the wind is blowing. (Well, that's my agenda, anyway. I have no idea what the climate's agenda is.) I just want to retire my windproof jacket for about six months, that's all.
I discovered that you can make granola out of steel-cut oatmeal, and I like it as a texture contrast with rolled oats. But steel-cut oatmeal doesn't soak up liquid the way rolled oats do, so this batch is very sticky because the honey didn't all get soaked up, and it tried to stick itself to the pan when it cooled. It's tasty, though, consisting as it does of two sorts of oatmeal, cashews, pumpkin seeds and dried cranberries. Next time I think I'll try putting an egg white in it, because apparently that's how you get granola to hold hands with itself without being sticky. (I'm ignoring the fact that the whole concoction probably runs to about 20 points per one-cup serving. At least it tends to make me want less lunch.)
What I had for lunch was calling itself japchae, but it wasn't even close. It was rice noodles with cabbage slivers and sesame seeds. Now I want japchae as she is properly spoke. And I can do that if I wait until Wednesday. So I think I might.
