My daughter and I returned from my mom’s place, which was big and empty and clean and clutter-free, this morning.
Of all the things to cook on a hot day, I decided today I needed to make bone broth.
I like a good quality stock. It is so versatile and goes beyond soups. When I run out I sorely miss it.
I ran out a few weeks ago.
The flavour, the healthful properties, everything is improved in homemade stocks and broths. Right? I can also control the amount of salt. Most store-bought broths are way too heavily salted for my taste.
Is anyone else in a mood? We’re still on holidays here in Canada until the first week of September but I tell you I’m really getting ready for the routine to return. Every year, every late summer, I find that the lack of UNINTERRUPTED time to myself for even just a couple of hours a day has me feeling very out of sorts. Continue reading “Slipping…”
Yesterday was a day. Ugh.
Short version: My excellent suggestions were ignored by family members. Result was epic fails all day. 🙃
At end of day I jokingly tried to teach them my mantra (repeat after me: mom was right), but they refused (ha) and so I escaped with my 3rd glass of wine to the back porch after dinner. Left them to clean the kitchen (which I had to finish later in a somewhat, um…tipsy state. Ahem.)
But first, this happened:
How about a little something different today? I’m so tapped out with all the horrible stories coming at me from every direction…I’m feeling kind of uninspired. I’m also suffering from insomnia which, in itself, hasn’t been a bad thing; I’ve been writing fiction and getting better at it. Perhaps soon I will feel ready to share some of it…
But today, let’s talk about drinks. Spiked drinks. 🙂
Do you serve rat meat to your peeps for dinner?
Yeah, me either. 🙄
While doing some banking online and watching Jamie Oliver on tv, I was kind of irked that the interrupting commercial break advertised Kentucky Fried Chicken. Of all the fast food/fried chicken places, this one is probably the worst one. ICK. (And I like fried chicken but not with abused, factory raised poultry.)
Ironically, Jamie was cooking chicken. Fresh, organic, farm-raised, 20-minute chicken. Looked much better than the commercial, if you ask me.
This was the second thing that irked me today, the commercial. The first thing was booger kid on Cynthia’s blog. OMG I’m still shuddering at the gif in my head. 😛
(THANKS, friend.) 🙂 Continue reading “One step at a time”
When we went to old Zurich on our last day of vacation in Switzerland, we walked by a gallery where I saw this sculpture.
The artist’s name is Alexander E. Raber, and I wish I had gone in to look around. 🙂 (The gallery was closed, unfortunately, at that time.)
I have some questions: Continue reading “Artistic impressions and the questions they leave”
This morning I got attacked by a bird if you’re wondering how my day is going so far.
Playing tourist with children…even more so! 🙂 Continue reading “16.1 Vacation side note: playing tourist is exhausting”