Earlier this week I received a comment from a reader about a dream she'd had. And I was in this dream. I read the comment, and I laughed the whole way through. So I asked her (her name is Amy, by the way) if I could share the dream in a post, just to make sure more people saw it, and she graciously said yes.
So here's the dream, lifted completely from the comments section of a previous post:
I was about to write about how I'm roasting a turkey breast, which was an impulse decision this morning while I was at the grocery store just picking up basic things we were running low on, like coffee, milk, and cat litter.
I was walking through the produce section, in search of mushrooms (to saute tonight and serve on the burgers we're having...mmmm...and caramelized onions, too.......mmmmmm), and I saw something - which I will refer to as "Ingredient X" now, because it was that item - not even an ingredient, really, no, it was an item. so - Item X. Anyway, I saw it and suddenly an idea popped into my head about something fun to do with Thanksgiving leftovers. Hopefully nobody out there is reading my mind so they can post it first. I should have studied harder at Occlumency.
This is Cricket-Catcher, in case you haven't met him before. He is a Cuban Knight Anole and he is a Predator. See his teeth? You don't want to be an earthworm in our yard - your days could be numbered.
I mentioned in a couple of the last few posts that Alex's reward for finishing one of his guitar books is a sushi dinner.
Last night, while Bill was working, Alex practiced a couple of the Christmas songs he's working on - this is separate from the normal book practice. Last year Bill arranged a simple version of "Jingle Bells," and this year, Alex is learning "We Three Kings."
We set up his music stand and chair and footstool in the living room, because Julia was playing on the computer (she'd been waiting a long time for her turn), and this way both kids could do what they wanted/needed to do, and there would be peace and harmony for maybe a whole ten minutes in the house.
I'd written yesterday about the sushi dinner we had to celebrate/reward my son's completion of the guitar book (lessons) he's been working his way through this past year and a half. Among other things, my husband made a variation of eel sauce, or Tsume Sweet Sauce, to serve on broiled tilapia (since we didn't have any eel to cook.)
Just a little while ago, in the previous post, I wrote "and water. Duh. I put the flour in oh, ten minutes ago, then totally forgot about it and started doing other things, like this post. I don't know how I function sometimes. Or where my brain went."
And just moments ago, after checking on the level of water in Julia's bath, I returned to the kitchen and saw this:
Last night, while the kids were in their swim classes and I was sitting on the bleachers "watching them" (usually I watch, but yesterday I felt like I couldn't take the half hour to do that, I had too much buzzing around in my brain), I made my preliminary list of cookie-related things.
I have all the laundry in piles on the floor, near the washer and dryer. The piles are sorted by color. And one pile is jeans. For some reason, I find sorting the laundry very soothing. Maybe it's because I like the organizing. Or the simplicity of the organizing. Or the fact that I can organize it any way I want to. By color? By fabric? By person in the family the article of clothing belongs to? By which room in the house it originated from? Hot water? Cold? Warm?
So I'm downstairs, in my work area in the basement, uploading more papery things to my Etsy store, and I heard a crinkling sound behind me. Behind me is the tall work table I made (with Bill's help) out of the doors that used to be in our big closet before we turned our bedroom into the kids' two rooms.
First - just so you know, I am not an expert here. I only just started doing this sort of thing a few weeks ago, so I'm just sharing with you what I know at this point. You may know way more than me, and if you do, and you'd like to share any tips or suggestions, you're very welcome to do so. In fact, you're encouraged, nay, implored to do so. 'K?
For the month of November, the Tuesdays With Dorie rules are a bit more relaxed - we can bake and post any of the month's recipes on any Tuesday we like. You can find a list of all this month's recipes here, if you're curious.
Alex finally went back to school today, and I'll probably send Julia back tomorrow. They're both still congested, with some coughing and sneezing, but if I keep them home til that's gone, they won't be going back to school til July. They need a change of scenery. And I need a bit of silence.
When you're very tired, and you're trying to make a nice oven roasted chicken dinner (with stuffing) for your sick family, don't jab that bag of giblets you're holding in your left hand with a knife. Use the scissors. Or bad things might happen.
I first made these about fifteen years ago, and I think it was then that I "discovered" black pepper. I know. Sounds goofy. But until then, to me, pepper was just...salt's straight man. Salt was the star, Pepper was the supporting actor. They were always together, but Salt had the top billing, you know?
Anyway, I don't make pepper biscuits all that often, for the simple reason that I lack self control and I tend to eat these like other people eat potato chips. I can't stop. Just make a batch, and you'll see what I mean.
I don't know about you, but for me, setting foot into the month of November feels a lot like stepping onto a high-speed escalator. I put one toe in and suddenly time is rushing right by, filled with holiday baking and cooking (and cookies and cookies and cookies) and sick kids and shopping and more baking and wrapping and shipping and longing for a nice, hot bubble bath.
Sound anything like your life?
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