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Mar. 12th, 2018 03:37 pmLast week's lesson: if anybody offers to buy you something from Flour, you want it, whatever it is. I almost bought one of the cookbooks this weekend, despite the fact that the last thing I need in my life is brioche. Fortunately I was already carrying a sufficiently heavy bag of groceries, and didn't want to add a sufficiently heavy cookbook to it.
This weekend was too damn short. I keep trying to blame the fact that the clocks changed and therefore I didn't get out of bed until 9:30 on Sunday, but that's only part of it. The other part was I wasted a perfectly good sunny Sunday because I refused to put on a bra, so I couldn't go outdoors. And then I didn't do any vacuuming or tub scrubbing either. I was grumpy about not having sun on Saturday when I was out running through Coolidge Corner. And I was really grumpy about the canvasser who asked me three times in an hour if I lived in Brookline. I would maybe have been less grumpy if I hadn't deliberately tried to avoid him the third time by taking the train, but the grocery bag got too heavy and I got impatient at lack of train, and went past him, and got asked again, and said "Brighton, for the third time." And proceeded to be grumpy all the way home, too.
Anyway, tomorrow we get a snow day for the third nor'easter in two weeks. I figure if the weather pattern keeps this up, the next one will hit sometime this coming weekend. But if I'm being good, tomorrow I can get the tub scrubbed and at least a couple of rugs vacuumed. (Who am I kidding? I'm going to spend a lot of tomorrow finishing that Civ 5 game and maybe declaring war on the Greeks.)
At least there's soup. Well, it was soup before I put noodles in it. Now it's carrots and lima beans and green beans and tomatoes and sausage and corn and noodles and no liquid, and it sticks to the ribs and provides vitamins and doesn't leak all over the place. And tastes good. The artichoke pesto and black olive pizza tasted good too, despite the oven issues. Last time I made this pizza, half an hour at 450 and it was almost cooked. This time, half an hour at 450 and it was just this side of burned. I do not understand that oven. I never have, really.
I seem to have a headache. I had one this morning and I thought I had sent it off elsewhere, but it's back. I didn't order that.
This weekend was too damn short. I keep trying to blame the fact that the clocks changed and therefore I didn't get out of bed until 9:30 on Sunday, but that's only part of it. The other part was I wasted a perfectly good sunny Sunday because I refused to put on a bra, so I couldn't go outdoors. And then I didn't do any vacuuming or tub scrubbing either. I was grumpy about not having sun on Saturday when I was out running through Coolidge Corner. And I was really grumpy about the canvasser who asked me three times in an hour if I lived in Brookline. I would maybe have been less grumpy if I hadn't deliberately tried to avoid him the third time by taking the train, but the grocery bag got too heavy and I got impatient at lack of train, and went past him, and got asked again, and said "Brighton, for the third time." And proceeded to be grumpy all the way home, too.
Anyway, tomorrow we get a snow day for the third nor'easter in two weeks. I figure if the weather pattern keeps this up, the next one will hit sometime this coming weekend. But if I'm being good, tomorrow I can get the tub scrubbed and at least a couple of rugs vacuumed. (Who am I kidding? I'm going to spend a lot of tomorrow finishing that Civ 5 game and maybe declaring war on the Greeks.)
At least there's soup. Well, it was soup before I put noodles in it. Now it's carrots and lima beans and green beans and tomatoes and sausage and corn and noodles and no liquid, and it sticks to the ribs and provides vitamins and doesn't leak all over the place. And tastes good. The artichoke pesto and black olive pizza tasted good too, despite the oven issues. Last time I made this pizza, half an hour at 450 and it was almost cooked. This time, half an hour at 450 and it was just this side of burned. I do not understand that oven. I never have, really.
I seem to have a headache. I had one this morning and I thought I had sent it off elsewhere, but it's back. I didn't order that.
