I told Eric I was going to blog about this to make him jealous, so here we go: I made butternut squash soup for dinner. Yuuuum. Although Eric should be happy to hear that it was NOT Basil Leaf butternut squash soup (which I think is more of a pear-sweetened soup with hints of cinnamon), but rather a savory, curried butternut squash soup, with black beans and garbanzos thrown in for good measure. I was surprised by how good it turned out, actually -- I didn't have a recipe, so I just kind of guessed at what might taste good. Fortunately, I made some good guesses. Even Rick (who gave me a, "did you put curry in this? I don't like curry..." when I gave him his bowl of soup) ate every last bit. (So I guess the curry wasn't THAT bad?? ;))
And on another topic entirely -- apparently I am the crazy cat lady. No, I haven't brought another cat home -- still only two little furballs in my house -- but I DO seem to keep taking pictures of them. But c'mon -- they're so photogenic:
Yes, I went for the black-and-white setting on my camera... the mood was not unlike that time I was arrested in Albania and had to pose for the mugshot:
Yeah, don't ask about THAT night... (No, really, don't ask, because I have no idea why Albania was the first country that popped into my head, OR why I'm having delusions of being arrested there... and can I just ask -- WHAT is going on with my hair??) Sigh... I seriously need some focus in my life so I can write about something coherent for a post or two... Although I'm definitely living up to my "random tangents" moniker. So I'll just take what I can get for now. :)
3 comments:
To this day every time I'm in Albania I see your picture on "Wanted For Bail Jumping" signs. You should just turn yourself in. I don't know why you took the whole salon staff hostage for anyway.
PS-my last word verification was "nonose," which is clearly not the case with me. This one is "unmuzzar." Thank goodness, because I hate muzzars.
Well, if they'd made my hair look decent, I wouldn't have had to take them hostage in the first place (poofy -- I said I wanted it to be POOFY!).
And, since a "muzzar" is apparently part of the national dress of men in Oman, it is obvious that you have issues with Omani culture. I mean, sure, they've had some PR problems with their new slogan, "Oman: We're Not Yemen," but that's no reason to be hatin' on the muzzars, Mr. Nonose.
Now, I'm off to buy some conditioner...
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