Friday, October 2, 2015
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
So as you may know, Utah is full of crazy preppers. The Venn diagram of Mormons and preppers has a huge overlap, I'm sure. And most Mormons don't really believe that the world is ending anytime soon, but we do like to have some things on hand, just in case. Plus it's helpful in case of natural disasters or unemployment. So the shelf-stable food industry is very robust here, which makes it easy to put together a supply of emergency rations. My friends bought a book called "Meals in a Jar" that they are using for recipe inspiration, and changing out the ingredients where necessary because the lady who wrote it does not share our feelings about certain additives.
We've done taco soup and zuppa toscana so far, and they are really decent, the kind of meal you'd make on a normal day when you're a little short on time. It's all dry ingredients so all you have to do is add water. One quart jar will feed my family of six, not to the point of being stuffed, but full enough that you're okay, and no leftovers to worry about since probably refrigeration will not be as easily done during the End Times.
Here's what they look like:
Monday, September 21, 2015
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Did I tell you about the used Kirby vacuum we bought off the classifieds? I think I did. Anyway, it's the greatest vacuum ever and I love it so much. Last week I thought, hmm, it's been a while, maybe I ought to see if the bag is getting full. IT WAS FULL! It was so full it was like a heavy human child. I cradled it in my arms and rocked it back and forth for humorous purposes, but John and the kids just made faces and said I was gross.
John requested a confetti cake for his birthday, so we did a taste test of a Pillsbury Funfetti mix and a homemade white cake with sprinkles baked into it (which is all the Funfetti cake mix has). The mix was better, and we all preferred it. The homemade cake was delicious too, but the mix cake had such a nice, even crumb and did a better job of hitting the bliss point. Maybe nostalgia was also a factor, I don't know, and I wouldn't extrapolate the results to apply to other homemade vs. mix cake situations, but in this specific instance, Pillsbury wins.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Did I tell you about how I ate a tomato sandwich, with a tomato from my own garden, on July 3rd this year? It was delicious and I was incredibly smug about it. Karma has repaid my smugness in the form of a mystery animal attacking and eating almost all of my tomatoes since then--I can never get to them before the varmint does, and I have had to cut off the bitten section of so many of them. The bites are too big for a worm and too small for a skunk. Maybe it's an escaped fighting rooster from across the street, or a guinea fowl. I'm very cross about it.
Why do zucchini plants stink? I picked my only zucchini to have survived so far for lunch the other day, and my hands smelled bad for the rest of the afternoon, even after multiple washes. This is a design flaw.
Last week as part of our reunion with John's family we went to Lagoon, a local amusement park. Because of heat, noise, crowds, and general theme park suckiness, Lagoon can sometimes feel like one of the worst places on earth you can choose to be. Somehow we've begun a tradition of going there as part of this reunion. I don't know how it started, but every year John and I and some of the other parents try to shut it down with ever less tact, and we are just making no progress. It's a mystery. But many of the kids are old enough that they can roam the park in packs of their own, and the parents don't have to be with them every waking moment while they ride endlessly on Bulgy the Whale. So it gets better every year, and our kids do like running around with their cousins. So I guess Lagoon is an okay place sometimes, with occasional highs and lows. The high was that some kind soul turned in our car keys which had fallen out of a giant hole in John's pocket. The low was when I was on the skyride and suddenly there was a splash of some kind of yellow-brown diarrhea on my shin, I can only assume/hope from a bird.
This has been a pretty negative post, full of complaints about hair and bad smells and bugs and humanity's doom, so I will leave you with a positive image:
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Hello, I've been busy, but not with anything terribly interesting. I do have a newly-formed opinion I'd like to share with you. It may be a bit divisive, and I would just ask that you respect my beliefs.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Argh, Groceries is killing me, man! He is the most expensive free cat I've ever had. I took him to the vet last week because he was peeing blood--I know this because he has taken to peeing in the sink. IN THE SINK. On one hand, that is super gross, but on the other, the sink is not upholstery and is easily cleaned. So it turned out he had a UTI and I paid the extra fifteen dollars to have them give him a shot rather than do the oral antibiotics, which brought the total to $106. Money well spent, because it is worth fifteen dollars to me to not have to wrestle medicine into a cat. But the problem is not solved, because as of this morning he is still peeing blood, and also he has tapeworms, as John discovered the other night, when he found a white, wriggling worm segment on Groceries's butt. I am so thoroughly disgusted by this whole thing. So back to the vet we went, where he cost us another $79, and this time I get to smash worm medicine into his food as well as give him an oral antibiotic. He won't eat the food if there is medicine in it, by the way. Plus he always rage-pees in the carrier when I take him to the vet, so now my clothes smell like cat pee. Why do I have animals?