Don’t say you didn’t learn anything today. Happy Sunday.
Amazon just sent me an email saying based on my recent activity perhaps I might be interested in this –
Holy. Should I buy one? It’s only CDN $6.95.
I’m trying to think what kind of activity I was involved in for them to come to this conclusion.
Behold the roomy rudolf tea strainer in raspberry red. Perhaps I searched for an item beginning with the letter R.
Although my sinuses are happy I’m drinking hot water laced with lemon and Truvia at the moment, normally I am just another coffee addict with no love for anything even vaguely similar to tea.
And this does not look like Rudolph. It very suspiciously resembles a moose.
I’m afraid Amazon will just have to try harder to get me to part with seven bucks.
Despite squirting minced onion juice directly into my right eye, I am having a pretty good day.
Recipes to me are mere guidelines, and unless I’m feeling particularly sad and vulnerable and morose and unsure of myself (man, why would anyone try to create something feeling like that?) I like to wing it and see what happens. This drives recipe following people a little nuts. But it’s kind of exciting and God knows I don’t live dangerously in any other way whatsoever.
Anyway I have avocados which will not last forever in my fridge and decided this morning to try making avocado ranch dressing, or dip, or a combination of the two. Does anyone actually measure avocado? Wouldn’t a normal person just take their chances and use a whole one? I don’t like to measure sour cream or mayo either because they get my measuring cups all gross, so I plopped a dollop of each into the bowl with the avocado. I left out dill because I don’t have any. For onion salt and garlic powder I figured the real thing minced would be even better. Except for the part where putting onion chunks through the garlic press temporarily blinded me in one eye, I think that worked out well. Then I added apple cider vinegar instead of white. I don’t really know why, but why not, hey? And finally salt and pepper and dried parsley. Also not measured because things like that should be to taste.
It all got mushed up together with the immersion blender (I used to call this the Braun mixer, but apparently other companies make them too and I like this slightly more sophisticated name which makes me sound like I know what I’m doing when it comes to kitchen utensils).
Dont worry, its highly unlikely this will be turning in to a cooking blog. It’s a stage I’m going through, that’s all.
Daughter and granddaughter are coming over for W’s famous fish and chips this afternoon. I will be contributing a salad, OR……avocado tartar sauce maybe. Doesn’t that sound good??
Hope neither of them reads this before they get here…
OH MY GOD! I CANT LOOK! Gah, gag, BARF!
Judgemental little shits.
They sit on a shelf above my stove and one day just relayed these statements to me by mental telepathy, which is pretty amazing when you think about it, with me being the only one of us to have a functioning brain, as far as I know.
Meal prep was very challenging when my sister and her family were here. They were a mix of vegan, gluten-free, no dairy, limited grains, no grain-fed meat and restricted sugar. My sister shared all kinds of great recipes and ideas and now I’m making my own salad dressings and using honey and maple syrup instead of refined sugar. I know it’s still sugar, but you can seriously cut the amount.
Then the next weekend when my family came for Thanksgiving it was just a breeze making stuff that everyone could safely consume. Even though I cooked it.
Honestly, I do concoct edible things. I don’t know why W and the monkeys are trying to mess with my culinary self-esteem. He is now very wary about what I’m up to in the kitchen and avoids as if it’s poisoned anything containing…..
1. Zucchini or other unidentifiable green things
2. Gluten free flour or any of those expensive nut flours
3. Nut butters which are not peanut
4. Vegetables which appear suspiciously turnip-like and often actually are turnips even though I suggest they might be parsnips, which doesn’t really help.
5. Healthy alternatives. He would prefer the unhealthy version, thank you very much.
Well all this is making me hungry for honey nut cheerios. With skim milk, because that makes it perfectly okay. Right monkeys?
I have something to say to you guys. Please keep your opinion to yourself. Turn around if you can’t look. Don’t eat if it’s going to make you barf. And leave me alone or I’m moving you all to the basement.
Word of the day – corybantic – frenzied; agitated; unrestrained.
My littlest grandson Corey has his agitated unrestrained moments, but underneath that he’s considerate and very loving. A funny mix.
But the Y in this word is pronounced “uh”, not “ee”, and corybantic rhymes with “romantic”. So don’t say you didn’t learn anything today. Or that you wouldn’t love Corey if you met him.
My corybantic days of this long redecorating summer are drawing to an end. The main floor is done except for a couple of light fixtures and some serious dusting. There have been times when I would flop myself down, utterly exhausted, wondering why my shoulders ached, then think well you just moved sixteen pieces of furniture, you idiot. I’m not always polite when I talk to myself.
The wall colour in bedroom one is called Swiss coffee. It is not yellow, even though that’s how it appears in the photo. More of a creamy white. Bedroom two paint colour is called plantation tan and also not as lovely in the photo as in real life. Since we are not familiar with plantations or what the sun on one might do to ones skin colour, we decided to rename this colour maple walnut ice cream, more in keeping with my edible colour theme. Not sure if you would want to eat a pelican, but pelican is the name of bedroom three and the ensuite bath colour. Nothing hung on the walls yet of the bedroom three/art area space because I can’t decide what “splash of colour” goes with pelican and cream. Maybe blueberry? Or raspberry? Or some other fruit?
And that’s it! No more painting of ceilings and walls! I even cleaned out and reorganized my junk drawer, sorting things like screws into pointy and non-pointy ends, because nails and not nails wasn’t sufficiently specific. So now what am I supposed to do with myself??
Happily I remembered I have a blog. And a brand new art area chock full of misplaced and mixed up supplies, and a project, to do a couple of coffee pictures for my daughter. And I have cupboard shelves that need cleaning and maybe painting and definitely new lining. And things that need moving downstairs from up, and upstairs from down and speaking of stairs, the carpet on them is awful. And then there’s the basement, but that’s a project for another day. Or series of months. And the main bathroom needs renovating, which should have been done first, but too late for that.
So. It appears I am not really done. But it does feel like a chapter has ended. Corybantic no more. Until the next wave of redecorating mania hits me and sweeps me away I guess.
After the back entranceway transformation with all the baskets, the kitchen was up next for an update. The worn floor should be replaced, but frankly, I don’t care. We replaced it once already years ago. And the cupboards are old and kind of horrible on the inside, but here’s what I figure. Someone will buy this place and rip out the cupboards and the floor and be all pleased with themselves when it’s done. So I won’t deprive the future owners of that pleasure and expense. I just wanted the blue and sand and beachy theme gone and the ceiling white again with no stains and no gawd awful fluorescent light buzzing over my head. Here’s how the cupboards looked before, going up to the ceiling.
And here’s how they look like they don’t do that anymore.
That bit of white at the top really brightened things up. There is a different mess on the counter in the second picture and the window frame is also now white.
I thought the backsplash tiles were white but here they are going from half-assed white to blinding white.
The colour we decided on for the walls is called melted marshmallow. It’s sort of peachy. So yeah, I have gone from beachy to peachy. This colour is now on the kitchen and living room walls and will soon be down the hallway because I just taped six doorways and all the baseboards there. I never counted how many doors there are in the hallway before but that’s a lot of doors. They were all wood and now they are all white. The hallway is no longer gloomy. This is the linen closet door where I started. Because I like to start at the end and work my way to the beginning.
But back to the kitchen.
Because the walls were blue at the bottom and sandy yellow at the top they begged for this type of work in progress art by my creative daughter. I’m kind of sorry we painted over it. And even though the paint included primer, the line where the blue stopped was hell to get rid of. So there are at least three coats of paint here, and this corner in particular where there is less light is a lovely warm almost orange. Other places the colour looks much more pale. So even though this colour is all over the place, it looks like different shades in different lights.
There is a story behind the newly spray painted spoon and fork which I’m sure I have shared elsewhere. This wall looked a little off balance to me before I added that plate on the left. Then all I could think of was hey diddle diddle the dish ran away with the spoon. But look at that other wall with just ONE thing hanging there! I’ve come a long way, baby.
This last one is in the living room by the front door where the colour is beautifully soft.
The best decluttering idea ever, which I’m so happy my daughter shared with me, is to remove absolutely every bit of decor that’s movable from every room in the house. Then once a room is all fresh and clean and painted, carefully choose only things you love dearly and would be sad about if they were gone to add the finishing touches. Less is more. And move all that weird shit you bought on impulse out to the garage.
Okay, wake up! I’m done for now. I will share my living room/art room journey next.
Or I might tell you about my dermatologist appointment because that’s where I’m headed this afternoon. The excitement rarely ends around here.
I’m not actually doing any sewing today, I just like alliteration. And I used to sew using purchased McCalls and Simplicity patterns, and I found this hilariously funny. I don’t know, blame it on lack of sleep. Or how strange these outfits are.
I’m not even kidding, we used to wear those bloomer type get ups in gym in high school.
Be thankful those went the way of the dinosaur, and have a fun weekend.