I'm working so hard!
I'm working to stay awake, I'm working hard at my job, I'm working hard to walk fast to my job! It's hard!
This weekend I have a mystery illness. My eyes are swollen. No idea. Can't figure it out and, now that it's Sunday evening, I don't really care - I just want it fixed.*
Last week, K made some fennel pollen sausage (it took us over a year to source the freaking fennel pollen...don't ask) and then went off to work. That's a good thing. But it did mean that the sausage had to be cooked and he had this recipe he wanted me to use. He bought all the ingredients and I put it together on Friday night. It was somewhat complicated.
I can honestly say I think it's the best thing I ever made.
You don't have to have homemade fennel pollen sausage to make it...but it didn't hurt.
My goodness it was amazing.
And, then, right after I finished savoring the amazing meal (I usually love my own cooking) I mentioned that my wrist was catching on my sleeve...and we discovered a stitch that the wonderful PA in Dr. Fancy's office missed.
Youngest held me tight, K grabbed it with tweezers (I had had about 30 stainless steel stitches) and pulled it for me while I cried.
In other news: this guy
walks around my office neighborhood removing signs and tape from the lampposts.
He carries a wee tiny knife and I've seen him with some frequency.
Non-sequitur: Youngest is reading Twelfth Night.
Looking forward to the discussion.
Listen to Maira!
I read about this hummus at three different places last week. I think I need to make it. Do you suppose I can substitute canned beans?
No one cares how tired you are.
Jokes she tells herself to stave off a nervous breakdown.
Quotes by women in advertising read by men in advertising.
A new favorite via Youngest.
Are bay leaves bullshit?
Sometimes I swoon over fancy things.
Good evening to you all...I'm off to make some risotto.