Did you ever notice when Muzak disappeared from corporate elevators because employers/employees found it so distasteful? I just know that, phew, it’s gone. I was so tired of hearing electronic devices murder the Beatles, then other artists. Woody Allen would have called it a travesty of a mockery of a sham.
Now we have it in ads. I’ve been laid up with an eye injury so sometimes keep the tv on for noise. All the songs of my youth are being used to sell drugs for old people, yogurt that makes one have bowel movements or food from a box with recipes. Gimme a break. Pretty soon I’ll see Marge again with Bounty, “the quicker picker upper.” Mom will be back and vacuuming in high hair and high heels and a dress. I’ll be counting the minutes until chores are done and I can go barefoot to the creek.
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For lunch I made sea scallops. Just seared in butter, salt and pepper and served with a wedged, seasoned Campari tomato.
I’d planned on an unexpected find this evening, soft-shelled crab. I may even have some bay seasoning around here but was thinking of soaking them in buttermilk for a while, coating them with seasoned panko crumbs and just sauteeing them in a bit of butter. I’ve more tomatoes or greens if I need them.
This morning was a toasted sesame bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon. Hey, I can’t eat fish when my husband is here so I’m reaching the tolerance limit. He gets back in three days. All the fish smells should be gone by then. He gets frozen pot roast from two weeks ago and my all homemade pizza with pepperoni and sauteed mushrooms.
He finds it strange that when he calls from across the country each night I ask what he ate yesterday. His family has a cattle ranch in Texas and as expected, he’s a meat and potatoes guy. Now I try fish during the week when he’s gone and he eats steak or burgers. On the weekend I want to treat him to a steak and he says “no, honey, I’ve had that all week!”
It reminds me of the touching story of the girl who sold all her hair to buy her intended a chain for a gold watch? And the boy sold his grandfather’s pocket watch to buy a clip for his gal’s hair that she cut off for his gift.
Well, I just cut off, or had Bert cut off, most of my hair. My husband prefers it longer but it was too long and hadn’t been cut in a year. This feels better, is better.
Since the first rule of my household, except three square meals per day, two for the dog and five walks, is no hair in the food. So the front is longer so I can have a scrunchie for cooking, a bow or hairband for going out. Bert agreed and I haven’t even brought him any food. Next week I may make chili. I always need to bring some to my butchers to taste. Why not my Harley-driving barber???
Yes I select and grind my own beef, Texas style. Chiles, cumin, garlic, onion, tomatoes. Simmer 2-3 hours and you’ve Pedernales Chili. Serve with sour cream, lime wedges, cheddar cheese, jalapenos, whatever you like. Cerveza or expensive red wine from a private vineyard in Italy…….. Dee