It snowed again. So I must remove the snow. I'm sorry ... talking about weather again. How uninteresting. I swear I won't do it again ... at least not any more this year.
Day two of vacation ... it's 12:18 ... and I'm not dressed. Darn. I ate breakfast, had coffee, two episodes of Curious George and one of Martha Speaks in honor of Sarah and brother Ben. I have to finish wrapping presents today ... something I've been saying I'll do for at least the last week. I don't know why it's such a pain this year.
My thumbs hurt. And it has nothing to do with the fact that I cut my thumb right through the nail. That's actually not painful at all--as long as the nail doesn't separate or rip. Thank you inventors of nail glue--bet they didn't dream that I'd one day use it as a band-aid. ANYWAY my thumbs ache for no reason I can think of. They hurt so much that it's painful to pick up my water bottle, coffee cup, dish soap.
I guess this means I don't have to do dishes!
So my big ponder today was what to eat for lunch. I'm having leftover jambulya for supper and that doesn't leave much else in my fridge (beyond hunks of squash and cranberries that I have to find some way to use). I have the last bit of my Irish Beef Stew leftover ... but I'm so sick of it (be proud, I resisted the urge to use all caps).
I made it about a month ago and froze half. Even freezing that much I ate leftovers for at least a week. And when the last bit was gone ... I probably did a happy dance. It was good. Not the best, but tasty. After a week though ... it made my eyeballs nausious. And I'm a person who cannot eat the same thing two days in a row, the same cereal, flavor of coffee, soda ... etc, etc. I blame my father and his ever-loving Maple Nut Ice Cream and unwilliness to try something new (that doesn't include any of the following salts: garlic, seasoning or celery).
But over the weekend I thought I had enough time between the first week of stew and now. So I pulled it out and had it as a quick supper. The first night it was good ... by lunch the next day my eyeballs were threatening to barf all over the kitchen.
With very little options (perhaps popcorn? PB&J or maybe a pizza??) I came up with a brilliant idea. I made my nearly famous fried potatos and then heated up the stew, drained some of the excess liquid and BOOM! Irish Beef with peas and carrots over fried potatos. I think even my dad would be proud.
A KoL Note, brief because I don't want to be that person .... Crimbo is so uninteresting this year. And the lag makes it so tedious to get through the adventures ... for very little drops. Maybe Jick & Co. will whip out something fantastic (I just hope I don't miss it), but ususally ... it's something I look forward too ... and there my KoL tab is sitting, neglected.
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