HEALTH NEWS SEGMENT!
I’m sure you know by now that I have become a ‘woman of a certain age,’ with all the attendant joys thereto. Oh yes, the joys. Wrinkly old-lady hands, strange under-eye skin, dry hair, let’s not even TALK about the chestal region, and, recently, a chin whisker.
A unique little darling, quirky and original.
So naturally, I call it Tracy Lynn. I’d like to think she would approve of this.
FOOD NEWS YOU CAN USE!
Biff made ‘Fish with hobo spices’ for dinner last night.
It was spicy, as you might expect for a dish that involves that much of many different kinds of pepper. I can dig spicy, we’re pretty good buddies, but this dish flirts with bordering on ‘too much.’ Doesn't touch the border, mind you, but it definitely approaches the line.
I didn’t eat but about half of mine last night, so brought it in to work with me today to have for lunch.
And, wow. It took me 30 minutes to eat ONE tilapia filet, because overnight in the fridge the spiciness not only CROSSED the border, but did so with tanks and heavy artillery. Holy schnikes, I just about needed a drool cup. Each new bite was a powerful blast, an explosion, an assault, but I was not vanquished nor beaten by a piece of fish! Oh no - I withstood the onslaught, raised my defenses (lots of water), and soldiered on, masticating the maruading attack into submission and finishing it all up like a good girl. I, in short, WON. Over FOOD.
I’m sure you’re as proud of me as if I was your own child finishing a grueling marathon or winning an award for best penmanship or something. I really love that about you.
Mother Nature is pulling out all the stops today for the first day of Spring. Good Lord, it’s gorgeous outside. In the 60’s (F), sunny, a little breezy – perfect.
Compare that to what nonsense was going on earlier this week, with the sleet and the frizzle and the snow and wind so fierce it blew the chimey bits off our windchimes (our neighbors might not be so sad about this), and I’m pretty confident in stating that Mother Nature is a schizo freakjob with a definite sadistic streak.
Whoever is out there with the tub of Chiffon trying to passit off as butter, knock it off! It’s been over 40 years, that ruse doesn’t work, it just pisses her off, and you’re making all of us suffer! Lay off!
PERSONAL INTEREST STORY!
I also prefer butter, so understand the anger.
VAGUELY PERFORMANCE REVIEW-ISH!
Well, that's it for now. I feel better getting all of this Very Important Information to you in a timely manner and within budget.