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Ten years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Retired, and mostly enjoying it. Still knitting. [Zen]tangling.again after a brief hiatus.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

The Anti-Bean, and Maybe a New Roof?

Since there has been “whinging” [v., Canadian, see “whining”] from Firstborn about what I’ve done to her recipe, and a request from Tinks for the original recipe, consider this a culinary gauntlet laid gently on the table, so as not to splash pico de gallo on the tablecloth.

Firstborn, please email me your recipe, and I’ll post it here. Obviously I’ve had my way with it and have forgotten what it was like when you first fixed it for me.

Vegetables? Really? I remember corn [which I didn’t have] and green beans [ditto] and red beans. I just throw in what I have in the pantry; the only thing you can count on is at least one form of bean, and the Ro-Tel.

You really did “marry your dad” in terms of male methane production. Too bad we can’t bottle that and use it as an alternative energy source!

[How bad was it with the children’s father? LittleBit’s first sentence was, “Hee hee, Daddy f@rt!” We went through a lot of bottles of Bean-O until we read the caveat that it should not be consumed by those who are allergic to ragweed…]

Secondborn had a question about the Mrs Beeton wrist-warmers that I made for her big sister. Yes, they are partly decorative and intended to peek out from the wrists of a jacket. But they are also practical, especially for people like me whose offices are overly AC’d. I will probably make a pair for myself sometime this fall. And also that pair of Fetching in the deep red. Warm hands = more comfortable typing.

Don’t cry for me, Argentina, but I had to frog back about two inches on Juno Regina. I discovered a decrease on the wrong side of the yarnover. It would have bugged me every time I saw it. I’m just thankful that I found it *now*, instead of three feet down the scarf.

This is what I saw at the end of the driveway when I came home last night.



My friend emailed me back and asked me to take another picture, to make sure she was getting what she had paid for [brand, style, and color]. I went back out at 9-something and got this.



Yay for flashbulbs! If the roofers show up today and transfer these shingles from the ground to the roof, I’ll give you pictures of before and after, tomorrow or Thursday.

When we stopped at one of the stations yesterday, this was lurking outside my window.



Dozens of them, all filled with corn syrup. I felt a little like I was in the first Star Wars movie, surrounded by Darth Vader and his henchmen.

3 comments:

Jenni said...

One original recipe coming up.

Jenni said...

The funny thing is when I called hubby last night to ask what he wanted for dinner, he requested Texas Skillet. So that's what we had.

gwtreece said...

Catching up on the blog after being in California for a long weekend. LittleBit have you lost your mind. I agree with your mom, piercing the tongue is going down the wrong path that may not lead to a temple marriage.

Congrats on the new roof.