Wednesday is Spaghetti Night

This is also the title of a great children’s book about cats making and eating a spaghetti luncheon while their humans are away. Reading this book is how we ended up eating spaghetti most Wednesdays. That and who WOULDN’T eat spaghetti once a week? Even if it is gluten-free pasta. We use Trader Joe’s brown rice pasta.

Last night was ”fresh veggie and dip” night, hence all the leftover veggies. The shrimp is from me deciding last night that hummus didn’t provide adequate protein for the meal, especially as Linnae hates hummus (anything with that texture, really). Plus, who can resist adding a pound of shrimp to any meal? Not I!

Tonight’s sauce is made with:  leftover shrimp from last night, two small cans of whole clams, can of chopped tomatoes, finely chopped zucchini, chopped celery, minced fresh green beans, some chopped fresh onion, cube o’ frozen garlic, cube o’ frozen basil, ”tuscan spice blend” and butter. Simmer, simmer.  Likely has too much zucchini (about half a cup) but that’s the breaks.

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Tonight I’m going to try serving the sauce on the side for Linnae, she can eat it as a soup. She was complaining about having to eat pasta with sauce agaaaaiiin. My son never minded sauce but both daughters do. I require sauce. Pasta by itself is just… morally wrong. On the other hand, I decided that I don’t care if they eat the two separately.

I’m trying to let go of my food control freak ways. I’ve been reading a lot of ”unschooling” and ”freethinking” posts, which are essentially antithetical to my personality, and have decided to Try To Lighten Up.

Hence Wednesday is Spaghetti Night BUT you can have your sauce on the side. Revel in your freedoms! Enjoy the liberty! Try the Nom!!

Anyway, I’ll let you know how this works out 😉

:: update::
”Mom, what is that smell? It smells really good!”

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Wrath of the Gods

I’ve told this one before but a friend of my neice shared a joke on Facebook that made me think of it again.

I was cutting hair at McHaircutsRUs on a blustery day and a young man blew in and sat in my chair. 

I had a routine of teasing guys in khaki pants and plaid shirts about being engineers (they almost always were) or trying to find out if they were right handed or left handed by the swirl of their hair. I also occasionally was downright nosy. 

Even though it’s against the Barber Code, I’ll talk about anything, even religion. Not politics, I’m using sharp instruments and they don’t go well with politics.

So this young man, in his twenties, of Indian descent, was answering my question about his family’s religious beliefs and if it was odd growing up in America. His family was very relaxed about religion but he knew a lot about the Indian pantheon of gods. 

I gauged that he wouldn’t be offended by a humorous story so I told him how I found the Buddhist altar offerings in the Vietnamese nail shop next to where I used to work to be a little strange. You know, a cup of coffee one day, a donut another day, a cigarette… I said no WONDER Buddha was all fat and happy, unlike the Greek gods, if he got offerings like that all the time. Just as I laughed, the lights in the shop went out.

My young friend whispered ”good thing you weren’t making fun of Shiva…”

Chicken Stampede

So last night I ordered gluten free pizza from pizza 9 because I’m sick of what’s in the house – only so much leftovers I can take, and a fridge full of chard – and I didn’t feel well anyway. Plus, isn’t it mandatory to live on pizza when you are alone for a week? Or is that only for guys?

Anyway, it tasted heavenly and I ate far, far too much. I’m suffering the consequences today, of course, but I sure enjoyed it. If only there was a way to eat cheese without having to digest it. Well, a non disgusting and healthy way, anyhow.

I woke up this morning BEFORE SIX AM, which should be illegal or something. The cat fell off the bed which is pretty funny considering all the room she had. After laughing at that, I just had to get up and start the day. Feeding critters and coffee. Even Bailey-dog wasn’t quite ready to get up.

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The Ladies of Clucknfluff were quite surprised to see me so early and forgot to run into my legs on their usual stampede out the coop door. A chicken stampede is pretty darned ridiculous looking. The Boys were all present and accounted for and are already acting like they would like out, too. Not happening, the Clucknfluff gals would be having no rooster chick shenanigans and would probably peck them to death.

Flopsy was pacing in her cage this morning, not sure why. I’m hoping it’s because she’s pregnant but she sure is noisy hopping back and forth like that. Bella and her six kits, who will be six weeks old tomorrow, were all very excited to be fed and gave me bunny snuffly whisker greetings. Buster gave me the stink eye as usual but he doesn’t have me fooled. 

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I topped off everyone’s food, scritched all the bunny ears, and settled down in my fifteen year old fabric-covered-in-chicken-poo folding chair to watch the Nature Channel. A morning dove began his mating ritual on top of the gate. Trying to fan one’s tail AND issue a manly coo while balancing is apparently quite tricky. The hens have established a ”No doves allowed” policy which is vigorously enforced by the younger set, so the dove have to do a LOT of balancing. If the hens ever figure out how to drive the hated dove into the claws of the waiting cat, that’ll be something.

One of the shy silver laced Wyandotte girls came over and peeped at me cautiously. I was regretting not having brought coffee out when the SPRINKLERS TURNED ON!

All the animals watched me try to zip into the house without getting my pj’s soaked. Very fun, lol. See? More laughing…