Hey, all. After a nearly sleepless night, my stomach is finally calming down. Now just adding back a little water to reconstitute the system. I’m already feeling way less raunchy. I’ve been pretending I’m NOT gluten intolerant lately and that caught up to me in a big way. Stupid body, needing maintenance and all.
Today is mom’s appointment day - she’ll be going to it all alone, but my sister will be on the phone with her. They threw a treatment on her calendar without telling her in advance, and it doesn’t start until 4:30, but it usually takes 4-5 hours, so she might well be there even after I’m done working. I’m going to pack a bag to change outta my clothes in case they insist she have it at that location today (she usuall has her chemo closer by on Wednesdays but this is a special clinic for patients who need treatment but have been sick lately or have low counts and I don’t know if they have one of those at the closer infusion center).
I guess I should shower now. I could probably work in my PJs until I need to leave for the meeting, but yuck.
Morning, all. I’m not quite an auto-condimentor, but close. Almost everything can do with more pepper than is in the recipe, and hot sauce is applied liberally to quite a few dishes. About the only exceptions are when I am doing the fine dining bit. There, I am more likely to trust the chef. But some line cook at Denny’s? Not bloody likely. To quote Gareth Blackstock:
Gareth: [while preparing vegetables] Somebody bring me a knife, very long and razor sharp. I need to castrate the person who made this sauce and I don’t want to cause any unecessary suffering. I’m not a vindictive man, I’m not out to cause pain, but with this man’s DNA in the gene pool, humanity is doomed.
Going into Labor Day and SoCal is going to get fried. We’ve been lucky with the heat so far this summer, but the next few weeks are supposed to be brutal. Glad I got the A/C fixed when I did. School is up and moving into the year. The kids are great. Admin, OTOH…
For those who remember…I am sad to report that one of the last Big Boy restaurants in California closed, and the only one near me. I’ll miss their relish.
Good morning! It’s a beautiful day in my neighborhood. Yours, too, I hope. Today’s tasks include walking errands and (separately) the dog, plus going to the gym. Also calling the doc about the ultrasound I need that has been screwed up and not scheduled for a MONTH now. This is important because–and you’re the first I’ve told this–I found another lump, this time on the other side. It’s much smaller than the one that was malignant. I’ve been telling myself if it were anything much, it’d have been noted on July’s mammogram. Of course, I didn’t feel it back then. Anyway, going to push for that ultrasound appointment.
The only food I salt at table is eggs. I don’t salt them when I’m cooking, and I don’t put catsup or salsa on them. I only put catsup on meatloaf and the occasional french fry. I also use it to make cocktail sauce for shrimp and in sloppy joes. (I hate the canned sloppy joe stuff.) A bottle lasts a long time. A good homemade crouton is the bomb,
hippie, that’s beautiful work.
He gets a private den? This reminds me of the George Clooney movie Up in the Air, when he got special status for hitting 10 million air miles. Looks at doggio with renewed respect.
Oh, shoot! Condiments! I don’t usually add salt or pepper after the meal has been cooked unless it’s my uncle’s mashed potatoes, which are quite literally nothing other than potatoes and water - no butter, no sour cream, no salt or pepper.
We do eat a lot of chutneys here and have a bottle of ketchup that all but lives on the table. We also have a buttload of things like honey hot sauce and kimchi mayo that populate the fridge and have to be replaced often after we run out.
I just had to share this - it’s a FB post my daughter made 3 years ago. Today, she’s the Big Cheese at the very same school:
So today I start my 11th year of teaching. However, this year is going to be so different in a variety of ways. I’m teaching part time at a private junior Naval academy, where the entire student body, 6-12th grades, is 47 students. And because of how the school is run, major behavior issues I think will be nonexistent. I am one of 8 teachers, and that includes the principal and ap. I will be teaching 3 classes, totaling 25 students (my biggest class is 13). Sadly, I will not be teaching science. I will be teaching middle school literature and pre-algebra. The thing I think I am most excited about is that I was told - multiple times - to not teach a curriculum, teach the students. No standards that have to be met in any time frame. No standardized tests. This is a total paradigm shift for me, but I think it’s going to be great.
I think she’s got about the same number of students this year, and she was almost teaching pre-algebra again, but last week, she finally found a teacher to take over where she started 3 years ago. That’s my baby!!
'nuff bragging. Well, a little more: I’ve got a load of towels on the lines. The kitchen is more or less tidied. I just boiled some eggs, and I’ll be peeling them when the timer goes off. I’ve had lunch.
And it’s not even noon! Go me!!!
PS: my lunch included sliced cukes, which I salted then dipped in bleu cheese dressing. Yum!
As I get older, I find I like less salt on my food, but I still use it. Especially at breakfast. I mean, we all know what eggs taste like, so there’s no need for a test bite, amirite? Those get lightly salted and generously peppered as soon as they hit the table.
This may surprise nobody, but Mrs W and I are not prolific cooks. When we do make dinner it’s usually a pasta dish. We use lots of oregano, basil, and cayenne flakes, so there’s no need for additional seasoning after plating.
Other than that, we do a lot of take-out, and we’re very predictable at that. We rotate a handful of go-to dishes from a handful of favorite places. So we know what they are, and the condimation (is too a word) of said dishes has become almost a ritual.
But I do agree with FCM that if I’m served something I’m not already familiar with, a few tastes are in order to see if it needs anything.
talky I hope you continue to feel better. Sending best wishes to you and your mom.
This is sad. I grew up in LA, and Big Boy was one of the few restaurants that we went to.
Damnit! I’m glad you’re being vigilant and sorry the doc’s office is being less than helpful.
Yoshi is yelling at clouds or something. I’m not sure what his damage is. Arg!!! I’m going to have to bring him inside and block the doggy door. And… done.
Zorro has found the right size blanket for naps and spent several minute rearranging it. He’s a fun little dude. I think he can’t be more than 2 years old. He really wants to PLAY. Yoshi also really wants to PLAY but he’s very scary and not very careful with his feet. When he gets excited he tends to almost squish Zorro, who then hides.
Apologies for missing folks. My CSF leak makes braining difficult. Hugs and atta-yous to all.
Considering WB is out on vacation, and D is having hernia surgery this week(D: “I have 3 hernias.” Me: “are you getting a volume discount?”), the heaving started well. Which means the rest of the week will be like that one scene from Babylon 5:
Centauri Emperor: “How will it end?”
Vorlon: “In fire.”
I want my salad to hurt, dammit!
As far as salt, I season during cooking, so I don’t have to after. I do shake some hot sauce on my eggs, and put some mustard o my burgers and dogs
I’m not a fan of semi-crunchy/semi-soggy bread chunks in my salad. I’d rather have some crusty bread on the side.
I believe I’ve lost my motivation. But I do need to re-pot the snake plant, Other than that, well, and bringing in the towels when they’re dry, I think I’m going to play the proper retiree and assume the recliner position.
Wifey, RN called a patient a few minutes ago. She said the patient, for whom this would have been her first visit, died last night.
She called another patient she’s had for a year and a half, and he didn’t answer his phone. She says he always answers his phone and this is the first time he hasn’t. She’s hoping he’s not in the hospital.
Thanks much, wordy! I just called the surgeon’s office. The secretary said when I called last week to inquire, the message was sent to the surgeon’s nurse, who sent it on to the doc, “so hopefully you’ll hear back today.” I was supposed to hear back on Friday. The ultrasound was originally ordered in July by the oncology PA in a different office (same building, same medical center) but got kicked back to her by the imaging place because the code was off by one number. I called the PA and the imaging place weeks ago and never heard back.
At this point, I’m more frustrated than scared, but the fear is always there.
How are you holding up? Hope your mom is still doing better!
My local shelter has gotten 2 batches of the rescued Beagles. The first batch of 91 had fosters waiting for when they hit town and all but a handful were foster failures. Pouring rain here with a severe T strom warning for the rest of the day. Fine with me. I have a pile of TBR books and I bought Anne of Green Gables streaming. I’m set for days.
I always (according to Mrs. Cad) undersalt meals for me & Mrs. Cad because I don’t like food-flavored salt licks. I started just putting an extra pinch or two of salt on her plate of food just to be nice not thinking of the whole salt-then-taste issue. The first time I did that she spit out her food claiming it was too salty.
Just heard from FCD - his mom is now amenable to the idea of moving. But she’s concerned about how to present it to FIL and her youngest son. At least she’s no longer in the HELLZ NO camp, realizing that she can’t do this all herself.
And my daughter just reminded me that I have to take Roxy to a local elementary school for her speech evaluation to see whether she should be in the county speech therapy program. It’s only about 15 minutes away, but I don’t know how long it will take, and I’ll have to deal with Tobias while she’s being evaluated. So fun ahead tomorrow.
DH is off to get another Covid test to see if he goes back to irk this week or next. I’m still testing positive, so am cooped up until at least Friday. At least I’m mostly feeling better, aside from throat issues and coughing (IMO, these aggravate each other).
