and I just about died from the love…
Category Archives: Blab
Stick your finger…in the…..stew
Got to Penzeys a couple weeks ago. Spent what seems like an obscene amount of money on herbs and spices and…stuff. I was a tad surprised at how much it cost but when you factor in how long it has been (many years) and all the things that I am just getting for restocking the kitchen and how long it will last us, it’s not so bad.
Also, you don’t realize just how much smoked spanish paprika you use until it is gone.
I am suddenly hit with the urge to make those things that are not stuff you eat but the stuff that goes into what you eat. Chicken stock, both regular and asian, italian sausage, sage sausage, 3 chili sprinkle, chili powder, spiced clarified butter (niter kibbeh but also other sets of flavors like a curry-ish one and an herb-y one), because they are delicious for cooking and so so so terribly awesome for popcorn. When you cook off all the water in the butter it then doesn’t shrivel your popcorn when you drizzle it on. The problem is that I want to make so many things and so many things are not a good idea when we are trying to minimize the volume of things being transported across the country.
I imagine it will be easy enough to offload that stuff to people here.
Today marks the end of the last full week at David’s job. Just a handful of days and he is done. It will be the relief of an ugly burden.
You know what? Today is a day for grilling steaks! We will celebrate! Steak and beer and corn with chili butter, that is what today says to me.
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The move is on! David is resigning at the end of the year and we are not renewing the lease. Come this fall we’ll either be in New England or living in a moving truck stuck in Eau Claire WI. We shall see, as David says.
Everyone has a list of things they hate, divorce, murder, watching nudity dances and the like. Close to the top of my list is moving. Moving is a pain in my ass, all the packing and lugging boxes and unpacking and lugging piles of empty boxes. I have been in this place since 2005, seven years!! This was supposed to be my temporary place until David and I either decided to get a place together or I would get something more permanent. Instead, a couple months later David moved in with me and there we are.
Now we are moving to something more permanent. Details about chickens and acreage and permaculture and cob houses will be shared later. Right now I am just wienering around.
We’re in the ‘sort and toss or donate or recycle or scream your fool head off when a desiccated centipede falls out of a project basket you forgot about 3 years ago’. I went through my yarn stash and blasted out anything that didn’t have a good plan in place (or was worth keeping). I have now sent 4 kitchen size trash bags of yarn, just the yarn! to the thrift store and still, STILL all the containers are full of yarn. My house is a damned yarn tardis (your mom is a tardis, bigger on the inside).
Also, the only thing I hate more than moving or packing or letting Chester practice home dentistry on me is garage sales. I hate having garage sales, hate them with all my soul. I’m donating everything because I do not want to spend my time carpdicking around over a nickle. It’s all donated and it’s all going. Incidentally, if you are in the twin cities area and would like a free tv, dvd player, 55 gallon aquarium with ALL the peripherals, and possibly a portable dishwasher that you hook up to the sink, let me know. They’re yours if you get them out.
But, for all the complaining there is a goodness. This is an awesome opportunity for us, a way to really change things. If it gets messed up we’ll deal with it. I’m worried about leaving my friends and family here, especially the lovely niece, Viivi, but we can travel back and forth to visit and also, I have friends and family all over this country and anywhere I move will put me close to someone. So, there it is! We’ve got no choice but to be mobile by the end of summer and we may as well head east.
How I have survived this far…total mystery.
Decided to do pink hair over the weekend. Grabbed the tube that makes this color
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I hadn’t used it in a long while and expected it might have gone off or whatever it is that tubes of spacechemicals do when they finally decide to die…dye. Usually the dye comes out of the tube like shampoo, this didn’t. It had turned incredibly runny and watery, it just poured out of the tube into my hand. And the color was completely off, it was a dark purple runny liquid in my hand waiting to go on my head.
Where the wise person says, “Oh, this substance is the exact opposite of what it should be, I’d better not put it on my body!” and survives, I think, “but…it’s already on my (gloved hand) and I don’t want to really pour it down the sink and it’s kind of a good color…. oh hey! This spreads over my hair super fast… that is a good color!” and still cheats death.
My hair looks exactly like a cherry tootsie pop.
