It started this morning. We coulda biked to the farmers market, but I was thinking I/we would bike to the Sugar Maple Fest later on. So we drove to the market, and oh by the way, accomplished some car errands like dropping off the screen from E. Wash that the bike thieves tore, at the […]
Pesto-ify I made three kinds of pesto today: sun-dried tomato (no basil or cheese – the tomatoes, garlic, olives, fresh rosemary, almonds, olive oil); basil with pistachio nuts and the usual stuff – Parmesan, olive oil, garlic, and unusual – little bit of lemon zest; and basil with pine nuts, Parmesan, olive oil, garlic. There’s […]
Getting ready for work didn’t go so smoothly today. I showered upstairs with Mark, and used his more-skin-drying soap, instead of mine – the bar of Castille soap I keep up there. “No problem”, I thought, “I’ll just lotion up downstairs.” I decided to use the old patchouli lotion, instead of cracking open my pristine […]
Yesterday afternoon around 3:00, I realized I had no idea where either of my children were. John was visiting his girlfriend’s parents & friends in Iowa; Al was not yet back from camp and not picking up his phone. I had to drive a basket of clean laundry over to East Wash, and had my […]
Today for breakfast I made a “Taste of Madison” breakfast strata – hot, spicey, cheese bread, and two flavors of cheese from the farmers’ market, basil and sweet onion from my CSA box, Usinger’s bacon (actually purchased at Costco, but made in Milwaukee.) We ate it with hot sauce and fruit.
Or, at least, one of them is. We have two black & white cats. They’re sisters, or littermates, more correctly, I guess. They have names, Holly & Ivy, like the Rumer Godden story, but one is more black, and the other more white, so naturally, we call them the black one and the white one. […]
In the last week or so, I’ve had, or created, several opportunities to eat vegetarian versions of meat dishes. On Thursday, for lunch, I had a sandwich made from slices of mushroom-pecan paté, really just vegetarian meatloaf, leftover from the first small plates buffet. It was a good, traditional, sandwich – the paté, grainy mustard, […]
Watching the golf course fireworks from the DOT parking lot across the road – missing anything good they’re setting off on the ground. Includes motor mouth kid next to us, whose grandparents totally could not cope.