OK we're on Day 6 now, and we still have no water at home. I'm surviving though, because I am a hardass camping-type of gal. As I slosh buckets of swimming pool water into the toilet cistern every time I want to flush it (notice I said "every time I want to flush it", not "every time I take a leak"... you can interpret that as environmentalism or just plain survival skillz), I think to myself "I have a helluva lot of girlygirlfriends who could just NOT deal with these conditions". Yes, laundry, dishes, bathing, hand-washing, tooth-brushing, dog-watering, simple rinsing of vegetables, etc are all things that you take for granted when you can just go to the tap and turn a little handle and have unlimited quantities of our most-used resource come out.
There's an Adventure in Cooking coming up this friday... we invited DD & S over for dinner and she (S) is gluten-intolerant. This will be a first for me and my cooking mojo. I was going to make my famous memphis-style pulled pork and cole slaw with some various southern style supporting dishes, but now I'm thinking . . . what doesn't have gluten in it?? You can't have pulled pork without bread rolls. I know she likes lamb, so maybe I'll do slow cooked leg of lamb? With salad...? And.....? OR, I know that the one thing we actually CAN get in this town in a gluten-free make & model is pasta noodles. And I make one damn good spaghetti sauce...
Hmm.
It was a frickin busy weekend, I tell you what. Saturday was taken up by haircuts and Golf Day preparations for the annual big-ass Animal Peeps golfing fundraiser. Which of course affected sunday too. I was annoyed because I had to give up the sunday Hash on sunday for it. It was 7am that the Mr. and I rolled up to the golf course. NOT my idea of a good start to the sunday... but we raised maybe 80k+ for the shelter so that's good. My feet were Dyyyyin' by 4pm that afternoon (er should I say my dogs were barkin') and I still went to the gym (another excuse for a shower!) and then we both collapsed by 10pm. As for the Golf Day, the Mr. and I were in charge of handing out shooters on the 8th hole. Who knew that there are grown ups out there shooting vodka and Drambuie at 8:00am on a sunday morning?! Well, we sold over 1.5k worth of shots, so trust me... they're out there!
I'm just glad it's all over now so I can stop hassling people to buy raffle tickets. I HATE having to beg for money. And the worst part is that all the committee members have to sell 10 books of these feckers, meaning I'm hassling people at my yoga class, hassling people at Cafe D., hassling my clients, hassling my employees, hassling my friends, hassling random strangers out on the street... I mean I HATE IT. I know it's all for a good cause, and it builds character, and all that crap, but hey I was a Girl Scout (and my parents were hard-nosers, they wouldn't take my cookie order form to work and do my crap for me, if I wanted to sell to their collegues I had to get my ass in there before school and pound the hallways) so as far as I'm concerned I've paid my dues in the "learn to ask nicely for a favour and a donation to a good cause" department. I believe that my time and efforts on this bloody committee are my donation and by God why can I not just "opt out" of the solicitation side of things??? Ugh. I am the worst marketer ever.
I cooked a leg of goat last night and it was good. Next time though, I want to concoct a red wine sauce for it. I think that would be tasty.
Oh, for the record: I draw the FB line at Aunts, Uncles, and PARENTS. I don't know what has gotten into my mother but apparently now she is on Facebook. My dear brother "suggested" that we "know each other" in the "recommendations" thingy. Um, no. Nothing against the Mominator, as we know I am happily in agreement with making something out of this mother/daughter relationship after all these years, but I'll be buggered if I'm gonna take it to that level. Oh Hellz No. That is MY domain, and a girl's gotta have some of her territories left sacred. I would ultimately find it a little too ironic, as well, having grown up my whole life hearing the phrase "I'm your mother, not your friend!" ad nausium, only to end up having to endure my immediate family members predictable evaluations of my debaucherous holiday photos, wall posts, and status updates. I've already had to deny the aunt and uncle-types, and I'm not afraid to do it to the parentals.
Now back to figuring out what all this non-gluten stuff is about...
There's an Adventure in Cooking coming up this friday... we invited DD & S over for dinner and she (S) is gluten-intolerant. This will be a first for me and my cooking mojo. I was going to make my famous memphis-style pulled pork and cole slaw with some various southern style supporting dishes, but now I'm thinking . . . what doesn't have gluten in it?? You can't have pulled pork without bread rolls. I know she likes lamb, so maybe I'll do slow cooked leg of lamb? With salad...? And.....? OR, I know that the one thing we actually CAN get in this town in a gluten-free make & model is pasta noodles. And I make one damn good spaghetti sauce...
Hmm.
It was a frickin busy weekend, I tell you what. Saturday was taken up by haircuts and Golf Day preparations for the annual big-ass Animal Peeps golfing fundraiser. Which of course affected sunday too. I was annoyed because I had to give up the sunday Hash on sunday for it. It was 7am that the Mr. and I rolled up to the golf course. NOT my idea of a good start to the sunday... but we raised maybe 80k+ for the shelter so that's good. My feet were Dyyyyin' by 4pm that afternoon (er should I say my dogs were barkin') and I still went to the gym (another excuse for a shower!) and then we both collapsed by 10pm. As for the Golf Day, the Mr. and I were in charge of handing out shooters on the 8th hole. Who knew that there are grown ups out there shooting vodka and Drambuie at 8:00am on a sunday morning?! Well, we sold over 1.5k worth of shots, so trust me... they're out there!
I'm just glad it's all over now so I can stop hassling people to buy raffle tickets. I HATE having to beg for money. And the worst part is that all the committee members have to sell 10 books of these feckers, meaning I'm hassling people at my yoga class, hassling people at Cafe D., hassling my clients, hassling my employees, hassling my friends, hassling random strangers out on the street... I mean I HATE IT. I know it's all for a good cause, and it builds character, and all that crap, but hey I was a Girl Scout (and my parents were hard-nosers, they wouldn't take my cookie order form to work and do my crap for me, if I wanted to sell to their collegues I had to get my ass in there before school and pound the hallways) so as far as I'm concerned I've paid my dues in the "learn to ask nicely for a favour and a donation to a good cause" department. I believe that my time and efforts on this bloody committee are my donation and by God why can I not just "opt out" of the solicitation side of things??? Ugh. I am the worst marketer ever.
I cooked a leg of goat last night and it was good. Next time though, I want to concoct a red wine sauce for it. I think that would be tasty.
Oh, for the record: I draw the FB line at Aunts, Uncles, and PARENTS. I don't know what has gotten into my mother but apparently now she is on Facebook. My dear brother "suggested" that we "know each other" in the "recommendations" thingy. Um, no. Nothing against the Mominator, as we know I am happily in agreement with making something out of this mother/daughter relationship after all these years, but I'll be buggered if I'm gonna take it to that level. Oh Hellz No. That is MY domain, and a girl's gotta have some of her territories left sacred. I would ultimately find it a little too ironic, as well, having grown up my whole life hearing the phrase "I'm your mother, not your friend!" ad nausium, only to end up having to endure my immediate family members predictable evaluations of my debaucherous holiday photos, wall posts, and status updates. I've already had to deny the aunt and uncle-types, and I'm not afraid to do it to the parentals.
Now back to figuring out what all this non-gluten stuff is about...
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