Three months in and I finally broke. It was a brief break but it was a break. Do you remember the sweet Italian lady who taught me how to make cavatelli from scratch? She sent me a massive amount of Easter bread. Gluten…at it’s finest…
I sliced off a piece so thin that you can’t even see it from the photo. I would say it was about 1/4-1/3 inch thick…popped it in the toaster….and spread some Irish Kerry Gold butter all over it…..It was so good!!! I was able to stop after the one piece..thankfully it was lemon and not anise…and there were no raisins. It was made from scratch, with love and I am glad that I tasted it. The Girl gets the rest.
I think I have shown great restraint so far but homemade Easter bread….that’s a once a year thing..especially from scratch with love.
I have saved quite a few recipes. I am excited to try some new things and if they turn out…I just may have to buy this book. Tomorrow is supposed to be a wash out so it will be a kitchen day here for sure.
I even finished up my taxes after book club last night. There was a little blip since I didn’t receive a “pin” like I did last year. I am hopeful that it will not be the ordeal it was to get my 2014 taxes and am grateful for the extra security. I would rather go through this than have my money stolen again. There is nothing I can do until Monday so I am not going to stress about it.
There was slight stress last night when I was trying to look for something I knew I didn’t have while the cat decided to be all friendly. He was rubbing up against my desk and my papers trying to get my attention while I was searching in vain for something I knew I didn’t have.
I didn’t freak out or let it stress me out and was able to fall asleep quickly. I was woken up in the three o’clock hour to screaming. I was still half asleep so to me it sounded like a crowd outside my window. In reality it was screaming coming from the house on the other side of the empty lot.
I didn’t realize it until I heard the Boy come down the stairs. He was looking out the window, spying on the neighbors. He recently got home from work and was still awake. They were pretty loud and woke the Girl up too. I yelled at him to be careful because I didn’t want him to be seen. These are the neighbors that I am convinced are growing drugs in their basement. He said he saw one of the men holding a girl around the waist with her arms pinned and then threw her from the porch onto the driveway face first. I did not hear this information until this morning or I would have called the police. WTF??? There are little kids that live in that house????? I had some pretty wild dreams after this event and I didn’t know about the violence until this morning.
This haunted me on and off all day. I made sure to call the neighbor next to me on the other side so the story made it through the neighborhood. I am in a very rural area now and part of me wished it could be more rural. I have even been thinking about homesteading again. I stop myself because I know it is too hard to do alone and I am not ready to not be alone.
He was still tiny enough that he was cute. Snakes don’t bother me so much…at least the harmless ones. I can coexist with them easy peasy as long I don’t have to touch them.
Then again…I learned about other non native invasive plants today. I love the smell of wild honeysuckle in the Spring. I learned how bad this invasive non native plant was to the environment today…but it smells so good!
I have to say….I can notice a difference! Even after three applications…My office manager tried it first and there is a remarkable difference in her thinking lines. I have a chicken pox scar on my left cheek and it seems less prominent in only one day. Whenever I think of Yarrow Pom I always think of that one scene from Practical Magic…
Go arrest her!
Their niece owns a shop where
they cook up a special placenta.
And that’s why the aunts don’t age.
I tell you, they just don’t age.
– She’s selling placentas?
– A placenta bar.
This is what I think every time I slather this magic oil on my face….I can hear the lines plain as day…..Zia