Frog and Goat

Yesterday we dressed up in our bonnets and aprons and stepped back into old timey days and preserved some foodstuffs.

We used the pressure cooker and didn’t die.

We joked that if the thing decided to blow at least it would go straight up and destroy our master bath and that would be a blessing since we hate it so.

We canned green beans and put up 6 pints. Two did not seal and I’ve had it with this pack of lids so I’m throwing them out–yes! Wasting! But they failed on another batch of something or other last season too and so buh-bye.

We’ve picked twice and so 6 pints seems like a good start. We had some leftover to serve with dinner.

We also froze a bunch of zucchini. I held one big squash back for eating in the next day or two. I think our plants have died so this pack represents our freezing extravaganza. I think we managed to put up three servings worth. Maybe four.

After all that hard work with the putting up stores for the winter, we decided to lounge around in the pool. We did that for too long and so had to rush to prepare this:

Upon taking a bite, we had this experience:

Yes, it was that good and we’ve finally made tasty goat.

We noticed goat in the freezer case of the Belmont Butchery recently and were able to obtain a portion. We cut it in half and froze the other half of the leg. So, there will be more tasty goat in our future. If you’ve never had goat, it’s similar to beef. Only cuter.

We served it with ginger beer, because, hey mon, that’s what you do.

The goat was tender but if we hadn’t been in a hurry to eat before 10pm, I would like to have cooked the curry for longer. Next time we’ll plan better. As it was we didn’t sit down to dinner until 9. That’s a bit late for a work night for me.

Finally, the better-half taught me how to use the macro setting on our camera. I know I still need to work on depth of field, but damn this is so much better than my usual attempts at close-up.

Well, I had written a lively rant post and then IE shit the bed and I lost tons of work including the post, work I was actually getting paid to work on and a bunch of other stuff. I hate IE and my stupid, shitty connection here at this craptastic building. GGGGGGRRRRR.

Anyway, my post was about how our highway department posts electronic messages to highway signs telling us on hazardous air quality days to either stop driving or to take transit. Even though I know I can’t take transit, I thought I’d look and see if I was wrong. I went to the local transit authority’s website and used their trip planner. My home address is invalid and I had to tinker like hell to get the trip planner to recognize my work address even though I work in an office park that’s been here at least since the 1970s. The result is I can’t ride transit unless I want to drive three quarters of the way here and then sit on my ass forever while the bus driver gets me to my destination. To which I say to VDOT, fuck you and your stupid, inane signs when you know the majority of the people who are coming from east of the city CAN’T RIDE TRANSIT because transit barely extends past city limits. You might as well tell us to use the TELEPORTER today.

It started with this:

And then I had to go here:

Too bad we don’t have any Guinness on hand.

Wrapping up this triumvirate of terror:

The video is pretty poor but the song is great.

Oh, by the way, these probably aren’t safe for work–maybe I should have put that warning up top.

The phone rang at 12:35 this morning and I swear I saw the words “every day” spin around my clock in a multi-colored pattern. The better-half stumbled into the other room to answer the phone only the person had given up by then. He tried immediately calling back. It was probably someone calling about his mother but who knows, no message and no message on his work phone and so SCREW THEM. Only, actually, screw me as I am awake.

The cat’s ass is on fire and he is racing around getting into mischief because someone is awake! Happy Day!

I went downstairs and drank a glass of milk and then paid some bills online. I also had to go out to the pool because I left the pool light on. I’m pretty glad that our neighbors can’t see us because I’m sure seeing me walking around the backyard with a flashlight to turn off the pool light at 1am is just what everyone hopes to see.

A few weeks ago my co-workers and I were trying to decide what sort of gift we wanted to give a co-worker who was getting married. We really had no idea and ended up getting him a gift card for a place where he and his fiance were registered. While we were talking about the gift, I came across the Something Store.

Have you heard of this? You give them $10 and they send you something. Two of us decided to give them the money and agreed to open the box at work. I got my box over the long weekend and then I worked at another location yesterday so I’d had the box for days and couldn’t open it. I opened it this morning after everyone had arrived and I got an eggling. My eggling is supposed to produce a petunia plant.

I considered just leaving the egg on my desk but then decided I owed it to all of us to see if the plant would actually grow in my bleak little office. I cracked open the egg and nearly broke it beyond hope. It’s so easy to go from lightly tapping to whacking. Anyway, there’s a jagged scar at the top of the egg and water has been applied. As I was setting up the eggling I was thinking about how I should get a chia pet.

Last night we had a great time at the Emmylou Harris concert at Wolf Trap. The weather threatened to open up on us, but instead we saw a rainbow, some far off lightning and only a sprinkling of rain. The music was outstanding. The opening act were Jimmy Gaudreau and Moondi Klein. Emmylou came out and sang one song with them.

At one point some women were camped out next to us during the opening act and they would not STFU. It was during the opening act when Emmylou was singing. All of the women were old enough to know better. I was ready to whirl around and crack skulls together, but they settled down and then started making grass whistles. Their skull fracture crises was averted by grass whistles.

This morning we ate breakfast at Anita’s. We both ordered the Famous Breakfast and cleaned our plates. There’s something wonderful about starting your day with chips and fiery salsa and then moving on to burritos filled with eggs and chorizo covered in red chile sauce. Don’t forget the refried beans and the home fries. Oh yeah.

We made stops at Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods and then came home. I’ll be so glad when both of those stores open for business nearby.

Today is the better-half’s birthday and for breakfast I made bloody marys. The infused pepper vodka really punched up the drinks.

We ran some errands today to pick up things for our picnic dinner tomorrow night. We’ll be dining under the stars at the Emmylou Harris concert at Wolf Trap. It looks like we could get wet according to weather predictions. A little drizzle I can handle, but thunderstorms are right out.

Tonight we’re going to Julep’s for dinner. Neither of us have been there before but have both heard good things about it. I’m just hoping our car doesn’t get towed which is what happened one time we had dinner down in the Bottom. Of course that was ages ago, but it still smarts after all these years.

I have had the ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby section of this song stuck in my head this morning. I’ve also been singing it to Simon with the switcheroo, ooh kitty kitty, ooh kitty kitty. He went out on the porch–I don’t think he appreciates my singing.

The vodka is infused.

We ended up putting a habanero in the mix on Saturday. We taste-tested a wee sip yesterday and I have to say there’s a green flavor like peppers have and, of course, the heat. We can’t wait to mix some drinks.

Also, you’ll notice the squash and zucchini–first vegetables from the spring garden!

We made shrimp and orzo, also a recipe from Bon Appetit, yesterday. It was another recipe for the make again pile. I need to look through other recent magazines for recipes because we’ve really gotten into making something new and tasty instead of the old standbys. I should mention the basil garnish and the pesto were from our “crops”. Next time we make this recipe, I fully expect we’ll be using more of our homegrown ingredients.

To the guy in my neighborhood who drives the black, late model Volvo. You are a prick. Driving too fast for starters, stopping at the main road to get out of the car–um, you couldn’t have pulled to the side? Then you pawed around in the trunk for your cell phone and then you didn’t even acknowledge the fact that your idiocy held me up all qualify you for prick status. A simple hand wave would have stripped you of the title King Prick, but no. You are King Prick. Also, you aren’t so important that you need to be on the phone before 7am…I know, because you live in my neighborhood and not next door to the president. He’s the only one who needs any advice before 7am–”Should I wear the blue socks or the brown ones today?”

Why is it that Hallmark has the lamest cards for little kids? I know a two year old could give a crap what a card actually says, but some of us hate buying sappy cards. Especially ones that rely heavily on the word cute. I nearly threw up in the Hallmark store today. And that was before I dropped $14 on cards.

Congratulations to all the gays and lesbians in California who got married today and will continue to get married because they live in a state not inhabited by backwater, slack-jawed yokels. Virginia, I’m looking at you.

The women’s bathroom here at the office is again a horror show. We went a few days in a row of relative calm but today we’re back on the stink train. Someone should see a doctor.