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Pasta fazool. Something I craved but which husband has previously not liked. He has two refills. I ask, “So how is it?” VERY good. I give up! But as the saying goes, if this were a job I could quit, I’d have been fired long ago,

Um...not surimi but rather real baby fish. No?

Me. I was so naive that I never thought this could/would happen.

Thanks. For giving me another all-night ear-worm, as I struggled to put into writing the toddler's words. "Ken ah paet theyt dohg?"

Is your product not the one pictured far left, bottom row?

Have you had any problems with bears?

I was practically born on the Santa Cruz boardwalk and am intimately familiar with tinkertoy-like wooden roller coasters. Me? I was queen of catching the brass ring on the carousel. And not bad in the "bumpem cars". Of course it helped to have a smashingly beautiful 9 year older sister whom all the guys wanted to impress.

There is literally no amount of money that would entice me to get on the Cyclone. I have spent half a lifetime subduing panic attacks, including mastering slaloming downhill runs so as to avoid schussing.

Come ride my new indoor roller coaster, only 10¢ round trip!

Currywurst

Laugh ruefully? Okay. When husband was in hospital after his stroke and almost immobile, son and I decided to put in a chairlift on our staircase. Chose the least visually objectionable among several options. Contracted and paid 2/3 down. Was informed that since custom crafted for our curved staircase it would take 6-8 weeks. Fast forward, husband + rehap -> he is able to bounce up and down the stairs, the equipment was delivered to the local dealer and we postponed installation for over a month. Finally let them set it up today. As you might anticipate, it is butt-ugly and cost as much as a new small car. I keep telling myself that sooner or later it will be useful, and at a minimum the techs told us that, yes, it could be used as a dumb waiter, hauling up and down stairs anything less than 400 lbs per trip. Cheers.

Ay, ay, ay! The classics are indeed dead.

You created an earworm that severely impacted my night with a continuous loop of Glorious, victorious. One keg of beer for the four of us. Glory be to God that there are no more of us Cause one of us could drink it all alone.

Having no mental image but guided by @small h, @bloviatrix and @StephanieL, my take on egg noodles and cottage cheese. IMG_2651.HEIC

Are you aware of covid pink eye with the more recent strain?

I had completely forgotten this monologue which is one of my favorite pieces. Maggie Smith in Alan Bennett's "A Bed Among the Lentils". 49 brilliantly sardonic minutes.

I can hardly believe I'm reading this from the NYT. Smith was acclaimed 50 years ago. She was knighted in 1990, for God's sake! Where were these people in the interim?

I was jay-walking across insanely busy Clement Street and was vaguely aware of another person doing the same about 10 feet from me. Took a second look. Ooooops. Cop. He made eye contact, grinned broadly and told me to stay safe.

At 89.

An aside, husband is spending some quality time by himself in the country. He calls multiple times a day, most recently a few minutes ago asking about dinner ideas. “You have cottage cheese?” “Yes.” “You could sauté a bit of garlic, add some cottage cheese, black pepper, olive oil, moosh it all together and serve it over pasta.” “…..Sounds awful”. “Could work….” Unsaid, “or not”. Will advise.

Fair enough. Rephrased, there was nothing that I particularly wanted to eat. The cheese was bought in error, as I assumed it was their "Breakfast Cheese" which is a simple brie. I dove deep in the stack to get a chilled one and didn't bother to check the label. I seldom by choice buy a truffled product since I find them disappointing and over-priced. So, wrong cheese in hand, I tried to mitigate my error and at least get a dinner out of the fiasco. It was amazingly not bad.

What to eat when there's nothing to eat, "Marie Antoinette" version. On hand: butter, garlic, heavy cream, truffled brie, spaghetti

Sauteed up the congealed remainder of last night's polenta, topped it with a brown-butter fried egg. No pic cause I ate it while it was hot! Yum.

Well, did you?

Buttery polenta with Bolognese. (another ladle of ragu added half way through.)