Yeah, I’ve made some versions of Chinese, Indian and Filipino foods. Chinese is probably the hardest to get right because of the high heat level involved. The average home stove can’t get there.
Oy. This hasn’t been a kind winter.
nickless or nickfree?
Indeed it is!~made me snort laugh my morning coffee out.
Better yet, tell him you’re going to bring TWO boy toys to his funeral, both in drag.
We lost power while I was napping yesterday, sometime between 9 a.m. and noon. We didn’t get it fully back until 3 p.m. today.
Our landlady’s daughter bought Dominos for the family. Mom and I slept in the running Prius, while my sister, by her own choice, slept in the trailer under a ton of blankets with our cat Kestra snuggling her.
At about 3:30 in the morning, Ellie woke up and everything hurt, so instead of going to work, we took her to the ER. She was insistent that she had been plenty warm enough in the trailer. The doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with her blood work or nasal swab. She doesn’t have the flu. She was sent home after getting some Tordol.
After the power came back on, I thawed out some boneless skinless chicken breasts and made chicken wraps for dinner, which was what I’d been planning to make yesterday.
Oh yeah, like I’ve got the patience and energy to train a boy toy. Should widowhood befall me, I plan to spend as much of it as I can taking cruises. MetalMouse is my inspiration!!
Did I mention someone slipped and fell two more times today… He finally used a boathook as a ski pole and managed to remain upright. So I guess even he can be taught.
I had a fire going in the basement most of the day but it barely got about 70° down there. I opened the door to the unfinished part of the basement, plus left the stairwell doors open so heat could get upstairs. It’s probably down to embers now - I’ll clean it out tomorrow.
The rest of tonight is crochet and TV - I’m up to season 3 of All Creatures… Some serious bingeing going on there! Anyway, off to my recliner!
Ms Peach is currently digging in her toy box, even though she has (does quick count) 11 toys out just in the office. Aaaand she just threw one of them, apparently the most important one (right now) behind and under the couch.
So, it appears Mr. Taters has joined the Cataract Club. He is 62. He has a consultation with the ophthalmologist on 10 February. Both eyes will need surgery.
I am not surprised, but 62 seems youngish for cataracts. I knew something was up when he willingly lets me drive.
Anyway, we are on the way to getting him fixed up and I have already reported all your positive results to him.
Every year. Along with a CT for lung cancer screening. Former smoker, doncha know.
Good lord! I thought Nelson was bad about having half his toybox out.
Nah. My mother had her cataracts removed about 2015, when she was 59 years old.
I had cataracts in my later 50s. Another pkeasant side effect of tamoxifen is that is speeds up cataract formation. I haven’t yet progressed to needing surgery.
In Yiddish, Vilde Chaya is literally wild animal, but it’s generally used for a high-energy child.