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Taxi 1Taxi 2- Taxi 3
- Dishes
- Laundry
- Vacuum
- Mower
Water gardenChicken soup- ?
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W: 312.6 BS: 136
W: 312.8 BS: 126
I dislike seeing 3am with my eyes open.
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W: 310.4 BS: 154
Ooops.... forgot the insulin last night.
W: 310.8 BS: 126
Happy Easter Earthlings!
W: 311.6 BS: 146
This year I intended to grow everything from seed. I bought fresh high quality (paid enough to get that anyway) seeds, mini-greenhouse trays, grow lights, and seedling heating pads. Did all the required stuff and things to start plants inside eight weeks before planting outside.
I got about 10% germination, and half of those died within a week.
You now what germinated like a house afire and is doing great? All the old out-of-date seeds I just tossed out here and there because Why Not. Didn't rake them in. Barely watered them. Didn't cover for the frost. Now there's lettuce, dill, cilantro, cucumbers, and other things coming up like mad.
In hopes we've seen our last frost, I bought plants today....
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4 Oregano, 2 different kinds. |
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4 Basil, 2 different kinds. |
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The first 5 tomato plants, 2 kinds. |
W: 312.8 BS: 103
Working mostly from an Alton Brown guidance, we now have a rib roast in the fridge to dry brine and dry out a bit.
I slice it about 90%, and this makes my job before serving much easier. But, I want that big slab of bone, fat, and meat to be there while the roast roasts. Flavor, moisture, and flavor. I heavily rub the salt and seasoning mix under that meaty flap so it goes deep into the roast, and also score the fat cap so it renders better. Thus, the bone/fat/meat flap is tied back on with twine after the magical rub happens.
Sunday, about noon, it will go in a 250 degree oven till it hits 120 internal. Then it rests, covered, on the counter for an hour while the sides bake. When the sides prove willing, the oven is taken to 500 degrees and the roast goes back in for 15-20 minutes to sear.
Superior noms, and astonishingly good leftovers.
W: 312.8 BS: 102
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Le Doc reports I do not have cancer. I'm just ugly.
W: 313.4 BS: 114
Doobies:
W: 311.4. BS: 126
You know that Jose Cuervo guy, right? He is a friend of mine. Salt and lime... yum.
This? This NOT Jose Cuervo. This is his evil cousin, Jose Jalapeno. He beats up the salt and lime, and lights things on fire.
I'll give this three or four months, and then blend the spicy juice with a full bottle of my friend, Jose.
Well, surprise surprise surprise. It's been discovered Letica James owns two properties in Virginia (Note: Virginia is NOT New York). It's also been discovered Leticia James claimed to reside full time at both properties in order to get lower interest rates on real estate loans.
So, lets examine that.
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Step 1: Create a green goddess dressing from many many lots of things, featuring sour cream, Greek yogurt, horseradish leaves, fresh chives, tarragon, olive oil, fresh lemon juice, capers, and much spices. Do this an hour ahead at the least.
Step 2: Craft a tomato motz salad with the usual suspects, plus the dressing above and more horseradish leaves instead of basil.
Step 3: Slice a chicken breast flat, lengthwise, into two sorta equal pieces. Season with salt and Harissa. Sauté in schmaltz till browned and just barely done. Let it rest on the board where carryover takes it the couple degrees.
Step 4: Coat fresh loose lettuce in the green goddess, bowl it with the tomato motz on top, and add sliced chicken breast.
Step 5: Slide it carefully in front of The Wife and pull my hand back to safety as quickly as I can.
Enjoy a really nice lunch salad.
W: 313.0 BS: 121
DO do:
Let's jump straight to the moral: Don't assume something is so just because somebody tells you it is.
The story.
So there I wuz, fresh outa the doc's office and suddenly assigned to take insulin shots. The med I had been taking, which worked well, was mysteriously no longer available, although it's clone by another name which sold for far more was readily available. Go figure.
I'm at our regular drug store, Rite Aid. They got the scrips, sure, but there's a problem. They can't fully fill the insulin, and the required disposable needles for the injector pens are sold separate... and here's the fun part... I was required to deal with their 3rd party diabetic supply supplier. Uh huh, okay.
A day later I get a call from India and they say they are the supplier and they need all my insurance info in order to 'give me an estimate'. That began two weeks of calls and texts where one rep said pictures of the ID cards are fine while the other rep says NO, They MUST be EMAILED!!!! and yet another rep says what insurance?
After two weeks, they graciously texted me to say my 'share' was going to be $22 a month, and please hand over a credit card.
Um... no. You see, by that point I had checked on Amazon for that part number, and ShaZaaM! A 6 month supply of the needles was about $15. Not $15 a month. 6 months for $15. You might be able to guess, I declined the services of the Rite Aid referred India supply house, and their 2000% markup.
As long as I found that on Amazon, I checked out their pharmacy option. Well dang, they have all my meds, take my insurance, AND have a program where my entire charge for everything, total, is $5 a month. Rite Aid had been hitting me up for almost $100 a month PLUS my insurance. Yeah, our whole family switched to Amazon, happily ever after. Rite Aid lost 4 well medicated customers in one hit, and Tousands and Tousands a year in business.
So what happened to Rite Aid? Bankruptcy, going out of business, store going empty till they board it up. Guess their business model stopped working. If they hadn't been such thieving %$#@& we would have still used them for emergency meds and OTC stuff. Thankfully I chose not to accept their line of bovine exhaust and checked for myself. Thus, the moral.
As I reach the mid 60 sumptins, ruminating on aches and pains becomes a thing. It's a whole genre of philosophy on it's own. What is it, why is it, how do I deal with it, and why does THAT hurt now? It seems to come with the territory. It's the prize you win for making it that far in life. The old saying is very true; Only the living feel pain.
If I sat down and tried to list it all.... futile. Old ones fade and new ones take their place. What's that scar from? Jumped through a window. That one? Aftermarket knee. That one? Had my hand gutted by a blade. How about this one? What... when did I get that one?
The thing is, if I paid attention and medicated them away I'd be a 24/7 zomboid. That's why I make it a goal to differentiate pain from pain, and aches just are. Some need to be dealt with, and most are just... lived with.
Side note, that's how I realized those 'Good Drugs' are problematic. I took some for something, crushed digit or something, and woke up feeling great. No pain at all. Scared the crap out of me. I can see where that would be an easy road, right up till the pill bottle owned your soul.
So I pick the battles. Right now, the strongest thing I take is Tylenol and aspirin. Two of each, taken together. Old medic doc taught me that one. It works, mostly. Even that is not often. Maybe once a month. The rest of the 24/7 every day? Just move past it. It doesn't own you unless you let it.
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Busier than I am comfortable with.
Do:
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One of my daily goals, where appropriate, is to see that Herself is fed well and properly. As it's a chilly day with the fire lit, that means a rich and creamy soup.
Built using the Bisque process, here we have soup that features leeks, carrot, chicken, cheddar, cream, and some spices and herbs.Chicken and leek stock, made with leg quarters and the greens from the leeks, all submitted to several hours in the pressure cooker.
About 1.5 quarts of that was heated to simmer with two chopped leaks (white and light green parts) and one fair sized carrot, chopped.
After about two hours simmering, shredded chicken, and chosen spices and herbs were added along with a teaspoon of chicken soup base. A handful of rice was also added, as that's how bisque is thickened. Another 45 minutes simmering, and shredded cheddar and rich cream were incorporated using a stick blender.
Blended till smooth, it's as you see here. Super creamy, rich, satisfying, and perfect for the day.
What does one have alongside a bowl of this gorgeous soup? Crispy corn bread cooked in the waffle maker, of course! One quarter makes a perfect serving.
W: 315.8 BS: 127
Tue: (Day of the week but also German for 'Do')
Everything green in the beds right now is *supposed* to be cold hardy. I guess we will find out how cold hardy that is. If it's the great freeze kill of 2025, I'll just start over. No big.
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Why did they die? No idea. I'm certain there is a reason. There always is.
For you see, everyone who ever existed died, or will die. It is the most universal condition of humanity there is. Every single one of them had, or will have, a reason they died. War, famine, old age, illness... the ways of dying are myriad, and everyone gets one.
Maybe it's more important to ask... why did they live? Why am I alive? Why are you?
Everyone has a reason to die, but not everyone has a reason to live. This seems important.
Tariffs:
Seeking perspective, I just spent an hour taking a worst case example on a hyper-common item.
A cup of coffee on the streets of New York City or Philadelphia, with beans coming from the nation with the highest tariffs of any coffee supplier, Vietnam.
Boiling down costs at every level and determining at which point tariffs are taken, and then translating that into a 16 ounce cup of coffee, the impact works out to be a *maximum* of 18 cents per cup. To put the perspective into perspective, that state and local taxes on that cup of coffee are 44 cents.
No, I do not care to take thirty minutes writing up how I figured that out. The info is there for anyone who cares enough to look.
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