Bean soup is in its last 20 minutes or so of simmering. I’m out of celery. I don’t recall running out of celery - I wonder if I accidentally threw it in the trash. So I just tossed some dried celery leaves into the soup for flavor.
UGH! Every so often, non-Christmas errands collide with people doing their own Christmas errands. Put another way, why did someone think putting the cobbler’s shop within a half mile of Toys R Us, Target and Trader Joe’s was a good idea?
The only thing missing from this parking lot of delights was a post office.
Dindin has been ingested, and cheese thangs are made. OYKW just left with his own container of cheese thangs. I predict they will be gone inside of an hour and he will have a tummy ache. As I’ve said before, a five year old boy trapped inside of a man’s body.
I usually use a double handful of newt eyeballs for texture. A few cobra eyeballs are good to add spice. I go easy on the bat wings. They’re more for thickenin’.
Bein’ that she’s a witch and all, I imagine she’d do that from time to time. Especially when they get all old and wrinkled.
ETA: gotti that’s why I make my own cobblers. Oh wait, you mean shoe cobbler. Shoe cobbler? Sounds like it’d be kinda tough!
I called in on the way back from irk at the 24 hours supermarket, and hit the used vegetable jackpot; I got a big bag o’ spinach, a swede (rutabaga to you), parsnips, carrots, potatoes, celeriac, chillis, and chicory, plus a bunch of flowers, and had change for £1! Most of it looks perfectly fresh as well!
Soup ‘n roast vegetable mekkin’ tomorrow, I reckon! Lucky I’m not irking til 5, though I did reluctantly accept a sattiday shift at the post office. I was planning on having it off, but it’s now looking like there’s only a few days left of the postie stuff (they can’t make up their minds, honestly), and January will be dead for the securitatin’. I should be a sensible person and get the irk while it’s there, even if I don’t wanna.
Stoopit thing went all funny and didn’t show my post, tricking me into repeating myself. Huh.
A nice Indian lady at irk gave me some home made onion bhajis, they’re nom. Nom.
swampy, these cheese thangs of which you speak, they wouldn’t also be known as that wonderful southern LOL delicacy also known as cheese straws, would they?