So, in general...
Jun. 5th, 2005 09:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7This morning Dave made pancakes and included a mushy old banana. He has never mde pancakes before. I got out of the shower and opened the door and he said, a little abashed, "I need you to debug my pancakes."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"The recipe said the consistency of heavy cream," he began.
"If it's too thin, add more flour," I said. "Too thick, add more milk."
"... Oh," he said. The concept of Not An Exact Science can be challenging, I know.
The pancakes were made with whole wheat flour and the addition of the banana made for some superlative breakfast.
Once again I considered going for a jog, but instead read Ch. 30 of Hands of the King (another new post!) and the final chapter of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jennnlee's book instead. So I am fat and useless today, which is fine, as I have to go waste this beautiful day at work.
Plants update:
The single iris is blooming thrice, which is both top-heavy and lovely. There's also a mysterious pink flower, but only one, blooming in that garden. I know, I know, what I have to do is rip out the entire thing and re-plant only the things I want, but still. Ditto for the corner behind the lilac bush, and the southeast corner of the house which is just a mess of weird weeds. Eh well. I've been pretty ambitious in the other areas.
The snapdragons are, some of them, forming buds for blossoms, which is cool.
The dill growing wild in the vegetable garden is more prolific than the dill deliberately planted in the herb garden.
All the beans came up when it rained, and are huge.
The snap peas are almost sentient in their attempts to assimilate anything in their path. One caught my hand and I had to untwine and untwine it to convince it to go on the fence instead.
I have become shockingly neglectful of my indoor plants, all of which are parched and faded.
The pot of pansies out by the porch stoop is almost ridiculously bushy and covered evenly in flowers. The pot of pansies inside the sunporch is spindly and sparse and also has a long strand of bindweed in it trying to climb the pansies. I am too lazy to weed the pot. It seems silly to weed a pot.
The grass in the lawn has stopped growing and has gone to seed. It's kind of pretty; I wish we could convince it to just do that normally. Also, the clover is blooming I think. Something small and white.
Writing update: Once again last night I was too sleepy to get the rest of Ecthelion's clothes off. Nothing more frustrating than pointless smut endlessly delayed. Today will be too busy to continue with the trauma: I'm not going to bother bringing the Newton. But I have Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday off, and since they were so courteous as to not post the schedule until the last possible fucking second (and then they'd scheduled me for Wednesday and then pulled it down and revised it), I had already made an appointment to get the car fixed, so it'll be in the shop Tuesday and Wednesday. So, no exciting 'weekend' getaway, but rather Dave and I will sit around the house and carp on each other. Why not? Sounds like fun. I bet I'll get some writing done. I hope Dave will get some job-finding done. maybe one of us will break down and get some dishes done. (Although I forgot to mention that he did have all the dishes done at one point. I think I was too excited to blog it. It was lovely. But, of course, there are more. For some reason I'm the only one who thinks to use the paper plates.)
edited to add Duh, I forgot, the other big thing I was going to update about. Alexander is still not dead, is still eating, and is still acting sorta almost normal. We think we might stick him back into the Fooshie Palace to see how he does there.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"The recipe said the consistency of heavy cream," he began.
"If it's too thin, add more flour," I said. "Too thick, add more milk."
"... Oh," he said. The concept of Not An Exact Science can be challenging, I know.
The pancakes were made with whole wheat flour and the addition of the banana made for some superlative breakfast.
Once again I considered going for a jog, but instead read Ch. 30 of Hands of the King (another new post!) and the final chapter of
jennnlee's book instead. So I am fat and useless today, which is fine, as I have to go waste this beautiful day at work.Plants update:
The single iris is blooming thrice, which is both top-heavy and lovely. There's also a mysterious pink flower, but only one, blooming in that garden. I know, I know, what I have to do is rip out the entire thing and re-plant only the things I want, but still. Ditto for the corner behind the lilac bush, and the southeast corner of the house which is just a mess of weird weeds. Eh well. I've been pretty ambitious in the other areas.
The snapdragons are, some of them, forming buds for blossoms, which is cool.
The dill growing wild in the vegetable garden is more prolific than the dill deliberately planted in the herb garden.
All the beans came up when it rained, and are huge.
The snap peas are almost sentient in their attempts to assimilate anything in their path. One caught my hand and I had to untwine and untwine it to convince it to go on the fence instead.
I have become shockingly neglectful of my indoor plants, all of which are parched and faded.
The pot of pansies out by the porch stoop is almost ridiculously bushy and covered evenly in flowers. The pot of pansies inside the sunporch is spindly and sparse and also has a long strand of bindweed in it trying to climb the pansies. I am too lazy to weed the pot. It seems silly to weed a pot.
The grass in the lawn has stopped growing and has gone to seed. It's kind of pretty; I wish we could convince it to just do that normally. Also, the clover is blooming I think. Something small and white.
Writing update: Once again last night I was too sleepy to get the rest of Ecthelion's clothes off. Nothing more frustrating than pointless smut endlessly delayed. Today will be too busy to continue with the trauma: I'm not going to bother bringing the Newton. But I have Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday off, and since they were so courteous as to not post the schedule until the last possible fucking second (and then they'd scheduled me for Wednesday and then pulled it down and revised it), I had already made an appointment to get the car fixed, so it'll be in the shop Tuesday and Wednesday. So, no exciting 'weekend' getaway, but rather Dave and I will sit around the house and carp on each other. Why not? Sounds like fun. I bet I'll get some writing done. I hope Dave will get some job-finding done. maybe one of us will break down and get some dishes done. (Although I forgot to mention that he did have all the dishes done at one point. I think I was too excited to blog it. It was lovely. But, of course, there are more. For some reason I'm the only one who thinks to use the paper plates.)
edited to add Duh, I forgot, the other big thing I was going to update about. Alexander is still not dead, is still eating, and is still acting sorta almost normal. We think we might stick him back into the Fooshie Palace to see how he does there.
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Date: 2005-06-05 08:58 pm (UTC)- Z
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Date: 2005-06-06 02:56 am (UTC)Well?
Consistency of flour varies.
Carefulness of measurement varies.
Thus, consistency of batter varies. It's not exactly rocket science. And you admit you didn't measure that carefully.
Also, that recipe in that book was written down by Mom from memory. So... You know my mom. At least it's not like the Chinese stir-fry recipe that says "add some cornstarch". or the taco beef one that says "add salsa-- a bunch".
My mother is not a scientist.
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Date: 2005-06-05 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-06 02:54 am (UTC)But not disconnected. I don't seem to be able to do contextless ones.
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Date: 2005-06-06 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-06 02:59 am (UTC)But, he's survived well beyond the fifteen-day limit. By this point, if he dies, I'll have to say it's not the fault of whatever disease he had. He's recovered.