Okay, truth: there are so many other things to do, I didn't write a diary for this week. In fact, other than cooking food for the dogs so that I can sneak meds into one of the pups without their knowledge, I haven't even done much cooking myself.
Okay so I did finally make maracatu's Baigan Achari,or eggplant caviar --- which is to die for.
And I did make my best ever batch of faux goat cheese, and am currently nibbling on a nice cauliflower dish made by steaming, then dumping the florets into a covered crockpot with some (avert your eyes, oh yee phobic) CILANTRO, cooking for a few minutes, then adding chicken broth, a dash of Bragg Liquid Aminos (much better than soy sauce), a touch of grated ginger and a pinch of garlic --- and horror of horrors, a teaspoon of sugar (just enough to give it a slight sweetness).
So, truth: I have done some cooking.
But not much.
And my diary writing time has been taken up writing the Vegetables of Mass Destruction diary for tomorrow, for which I am expecting an onslaught of critiques from both historians and pro-monoculture advocates --- I mean, European history is not my bag but, hey, you only live once, right?
I did consider making this diary all about my most complaining friend who has been devastated because: 1. she got turned down for a job; 2. she has been unable to get me on the telephone to complain about that and several billion other things for several weeks now; and, 3. whatever; but I decided that complaining about her complaining would be bad karma, even though I would love to complain about her complaining. But I'll restrain myself. Maybe.
Except to say I have never never known anyone who could turn a sunny day into a disaster of epic proportions most likely conjured up for the sole purpose of ruining her day, maybe even her life.
But, um, like whatever!
And I suppose I could write about my gorgeous compost --- best batch ever, and all I did was keep dumping stuff into the bin. I didn't even bother to turn it this year because it was frozen solid most of the winter.
But what's the point? It would all be excuse-making anyway, a desperate attempt to hide the truth, which is: I am wholly unprepared with anything for this week's What's for Dinner? Except a link the estimable tvb sent me: here.
And another from tvb here and here.
So instead, let's just make this a What's for Dinner? Open Thread.
Plus a little more truth: I just gobbled down a nice big piece of pecan pie. Mmmmmm.
And I haven't done the dishes in days. Who has time?