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Pipistrelle of Flourish
Aug. 3rd, 2020 09:41 pmWoke up at 4 am again. Oy. This time I didn't go back to bed, so I've been precariously balanced all day. The last couple of nights I got phone calls late in the evening and didn't feel like blogging afterwards. Too much conversation already. Yesterday I also had a nice Zoom chat with Moonmoth and the Nonesuch, in honor of International Friendship Day. Sometime in the last couple of days, I finished my revisions and sent the story back again. This morning while I was sitting around in my old morning t-shirt and sweats (now further adorned with ink stains) our next door neighbor, the contractor, came to the door to inquire about the little project we'd asked if he might do. The post that holds up the corner of the screen porch is completely rotted on the inside. I noticed it when I was weeding the other day. The neighbor is very helpful and checked everything out. He's going to put in a support to hold it up while he prepares to replace it. It was all very well, but I was mortified to be chatting cheerfully in my little Outfit of Sloth. Oh well, I hope he'll ascribe it to COVID-19 and working from home, not pure crazy.
I've had a number of good cooking ideas lately. First the Reuben bake, and then I made a quite delicious beef and vegetable soup from the brisket cooking broth plus ground beef and chopped carrots, celery, onions, potatoes, and corn. Today I made chicken and biscuits with mushroom gravy, with steamed broccoli and salad. I used a drop biscuit recipe from my mother's old Farm Journal cookbook, which used heavy cream and eggs instead of cutting butter into the flour. They came out well--nice light texture, golden on top.
This is sort of a Weathertop moment--that day toward the end of LotR when Frodo is sitting around being weird and muttering to himself, and it turns out it's the anniversary of when he got stabbed by the Ringwraith under Weathertop. Not quite as bad as THAT, of course , , , though it is a pity that I can't get Aragorn to tenderly anoint me with kingsfoil and then hand me over to a mighty Elf lord on his white horse, to be carried off to Rivendell. That would fix me right up, I'm sure. However, this time last year we were driving to southern Illinois to bury my mother. I think it may be having an effect on me. The weather has cooled off, so we were able to turn off the AC and open the windows. We can hear the cicadas singing. Although the temperature will crank back up to summery heat next week, it's a reminder that the season is turning. Not yet, not yet . . . but it's coming.
I've had a number of good cooking ideas lately. First the Reuben bake, and then I made a quite delicious beef and vegetable soup from the brisket cooking broth plus ground beef and chopped carrots, celery, onions, potatoes, and corn. Today I made chicken and biscuits with mushroom gravy, with steamed broccoli and salad. I used a drop biscuit recipe from my mother's old Farm Journal cookbook, which used heavy cream and eggs instead of cutting butter into the flour. They came out well--nice light texture, golden on top.
This is sort of a Weathertop moment--that day toward the end of LotR when Frodo is sitting around being weird and muttering to himself, and it turns out it's the anniversary of when he got stabbed by the Ringwraith under Weathertop. Not quite as bad as THAT, of course , , , though it is a pity that I can't get Aragorn to tenderly anoint me with kingsfoil and then hand me over to a mighty Elf lord on his white horse, to be carried off to Rivendell. That would fix me right up, I'm sure. However, this time last year we were driving to southern Illinois to bury my mother. I think it may be having an effect on me. The weather has cooled off, so we were able to turn off the AC and open the windows. We can hear the cicadas singing. Although the temperature will crank back up to summery heat next week, it's a reminder that the season is turning. Not yet, not yet . . . but it's coming.
