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pameladeanI'm really bad at replying consistently to comments, but I always love it when people tell me what's blooming in their gardens or what birds or animals they've seen; I truly always appreciate it, however lax I am in expression.
I've been lax in expression when reading other people's stuff, too, and have not expressed sympathy or congratulations where I ordinarily would. I've got a lot going on in my head that I can't talk about, which is only a partial excuse.
In more exterior news, I wrote 500 words on Chapter 5 yesterday, which makes me smug.
Last Saturday I hosted tea for the Romance Exchange. This is always a big deal -- there are six of us, and we have tea roughly every other month, so any given member only hosts once a year. This was the menu:
Do-it-yourself sandwiches:
Tahini-vegetable-herb spread
Salmon (all right, canned) with fresh dill, green onions, and balsamic vinegar
Cucumber, sweet red pepper, greens, watercress, green onions (I forgot to put out the avocado)
Oatmeal bread
Whole-wheat bread
Rice crackers with seaweed and sesame
Two kinds of Scandinavian flatbread
Do-it-yourself sandwiches were introduced by a lovely woman who was one of us for a couple of years and dropped out because her schedule was too hectic. They are a tremendous lifesaver if you are short of time; they prevent sandwiches' getting soggy; and they remove the necessity of worrying about various people's dietary peculiarities, so long as there is a good spread of ingredients.
They are not very elegant, however.
To continue:
Samosa pie
Vegan asparagus quiche
Sweet whole-wheat scones
Butter or margarine
Blackcurrant jam
Chocolate pie in a ginger shortbread crust (the latter made from a failed batch of vegan shortbread)
Fresh strawberries, blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, with cream
Peet's Special Darjeeling
Thomas's Breakfast Blend
I used to do a lot more, little stuffed buns, homemade bread; and I would, a few years ago, made two of every pie, just in case of, well, I don't know exactly.
There were enough leftovers to feed David, Lydy, Raphael, Eric and me dinner, and to provide me and, I surmise by the disappearance of a large amount of tahini spread, several other people, lunch for the next few days also. I also put aside a piece of samosa pie for Christopher, and I hope he got some of the spread. He was absent at a friend's house when we devoured most of the leftovers.
The housecleaning was marked by Christopher's heroically removing the disgusting filthy pink carpet from the downstairs bathroom, scraping and deodorizing the floor, and laying new vinyl tiles. The change is amazing. I cannot imagine why anybody ever puts carpet in a bathroom. Profoundly stupid and insanitary.
I did more ordinary dusting and sweeping. I had planned to damp-mop the floors as well, but when, at three a.m. on Saturday morning, I found myself lying on my back on the living-room floor, obsessively vacuuming dust bunnies off the lamp cord that the vacuum had removed from the wall, I decided to quit now.
I didn't get the napkins washed and had to provide paper towels instead, which is also not elegant, but sometimes life is just like that.
Pamela
I've been lax in expression when reading other people's stuff, too, and have not expressed sympathy or congratulations where I ordinarily would. I've got a lot going on in my head that I can't talk about, which is only a partial excuse.
In more exterior news, I wrote 500 words on Chapter 5 yesterday, which makes me smug.
Last Saturday I hosted tea for the Romance Exchange. This is always a big deal -- there are six of us, and we have tea roughly every other month, so any given member only hosts once a year. This was the menu:
Do-it-yourself sandwiches:
Tahini-vegetable-herb spread
Salmon (all right, canned) with fresh dill, green onions, and balsamic vinegar
Cucumber, sweet red pepper, greens, watercress, green onions (I forgot to put out the avocado)
Oatmeal bread
Whole-wheat bread
Rice crackers with seaweed and sesame
Two kinds of Scandinavian flatbread
Do-it-yourself sandwiches were introduced by a lovely woman who was one of us for a couple of years and dropped out because her schedule was too hectic. They are a tremendous lifesaver if you are short of time; they prevent sandwiches' getting soggy; and they remove the necessity of worrying about various people's dietary peculiarities, so long as there is a good spread of ingredients.
They are not very elegant, however.
To continue:
Samosa pie
Vegan asparagus quiche
Sweet whole-wheat scones
Butter or margarine
Blackcurrant jam
Chocolate pie in a ginger shortbread crust (the latter made from a failed batch of vegan shortbread)
Fresh strawberries, blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, with cream
Peet's Special Darjeeling
Thomas's Breakfast Blend
I used to do a lot more, little stuffed buns, homemade bread; and I would, a few years ago, made two of every pie, just in case of, well, I don't know exactly.
There were enough leftovers to feed David, Lydy, Raphael, Eric and me dinner, and to provide me and, I surmise by the disappearance of a large amount of tahini spread, several other people, lunch for the next few days also. I also put aside a piece of samosa pie for Christopher, and I hope he got some of the spread. He was absent at a friend's house when we devoured most of the leftovers.
The housecleaning was marked by Christopher's heroically removing the disgusting filthy pink carpet from the downstairs bathroom, scraping and deodorizing the floor, and laying new vinyl tiles. The change is amazing. I cannot imagine why anybody ever puts carpet in a bathroom. Profoundly stupid and insanitary.
I did more ordinary dusting and sweeping. I had planned to damp-mop the floors as well, but when, at three a.m. on Saturday morning, I found myself lying on my back on the living-room floor, obsessively vacuuming dust bunnies off the lamp cord that the vacuum had removed from the wall, I decided to quit now.
I didn't get the napkins washed and had to provide paper towels instead, which is also not elegant, but sometimes life is just like that.
Pamela
