God damn it. I’ve been trying to move my word press blogs to a new host, and that’s a scarey frustrating process. I’m on staycation, trying to clean and organize, and that’s a process that generally starts with high aspirations – I’m going to get everything just perfect – and then fails miserably. I’m just moving crap from one place to another, namely from the floor of John’s old bedroom to the basement. There have been a few truly horrifying things. I knew that when we moved John out of his dorm room at MIAD we just put everything in boxes and carried it out, whether it was trash or not. I just discovered that we actually moved empty liquor bottles back from Milwaukee to Madison. John was still underage in the spring of 2006, and they were concealed in a CD rack box. Taking all his old punk band flyers down off the walls is a lot more fun. Fun Rod, Chauvenists, Rushmore & the 40s! yeah.
And speaking of the basement, the dehumidifier’s stopped working – I think it’s at least 6 or 7 years old – a.k.a. out of warranty. A new one is going to cost close to $200, I think. Shit. So it’s made me feel bad about carting more stuff down there but c’est la vie.
I’m doing pretty good at using up all the Memorial Day food, and my CSA box – Monday I made radish leaf pesto. Tonight I made a pasta with caramelized onions, the last of the white cheese blend I had made for the apps for Davy’s going away – mascarpone, goat & cream cheese – the radish pesto, and the last three green onions from the bunch i bought at the Saturday market, Oh and some chicken breast meat I had thawed and roasted yesterday. I think at least that combo worked, as did the cat’s usual attempts to jump up and lick whatever she could get of the luscious cheese, meat & noodles.
Radish leaf pesto pasta
