I’m taking a break from emptying my kitchen cabinets of 5 and a half years worth of junk.
I have lids to plastic containers long missing. I have no less than eight different ugly florist vases. I save every recipe known to man.
I probably only regulary cook the same 20 things. And I don’t use recipes for those. It’s crazy.
There was a jar of sesame butter stuff up there from back when I was a vegetarian. My vegan friend The Girl With The Shit In Her Face came over and used it to show me how to make hummus, which I never made again.
That was in early 1997.
I’m taking a break so I can listen to the Price Is Right song, which is called “Come On Down” by Crystal Waters, in case you’re interested.
My bathroom is the color Worn Glove now. And it makes the floor look like hell. THAT has to be ripped out in short order.
Esteban is currently driving home from Milwaukee, having gone to a funeral of someone he vaguely knew. He refused to stop for Krispy Kremes.
(sigh)
It’s probably for the best, anyway, as they have like 200 calories a piece and betcha can’t eat just one dozen!
Well, since it’s quarter to ten, I’d better get back to my kitchen cupboard archaelogy. If I had a pith helmet, perhaps I could get into it a little more.
God… boring entry. I’ll do better tomorrow… promise.
Oh… question: is there any interest in me adding a notify list? Or do you just pop over and see if I’ve updated? Just wondering. Tell the Message board if you want a notify list and I’ll set one up if there’s enough interest. But I’m pretty much an every day kind of girl.
Google hit of the day:
(insert chagrin here)
