Without Comment

Friday has turned into my baking day, which also means it is laundry day, cleaning day, cooking project day, and a few other things. The sourdough for this week is proofing, the brine for an experiment is cooling, laundry is mostly done (need to put up last load), and I could shed a tear or two after going through my spice totes.

For a number of reasons, I keep my spices and salts (mostly) in two plastic totes. My cabinet space in the kitchen is quite limited, so I just keep a few things I use every day there. The plastic totes hold all the jar/container spices not in the kitchen (mostly alphabetized), and the second tote holds bulk spices and salts. I knew it had been a while since I had gone through things, but found some odd spices that were more than a decade out of date. Clear what I use the most… Threw away a lot of old stuff, though saved a few of the good bottles for other uses.

The title of this post pertains to the tale of the zombie car. Regulars know my car has issues and pretty much died a few months ago. While this tends towards what Sarah A. Hoyt refers to as “woo woo” I thought I would share this with you.

A while back, I volunteered to cook lunch for the Church. I tried the car, and it not only ran, but for the ten days of prep and cooking, it ran smoothly and didn’t leak a drop of any fluid. Now, about two days after the lunch it went back to spewing fluids of various types and running rough (to be polite). Right up until I stepped up to cover another lunch at the last minute. Ran like a top while I did so. Did the same thing a few weeks later as I cooked and we went into Holy Week. Looks like I’m going to be doing some more cooking and kitchen help soon, so hoping it will keep doing this.

Other than that, no comment. Am beyond thankful and have expressed my thanks. Well, I will say that I am not taking the Priest up on his suggestion to cook every week. Not in the budget… Wish it was.

More soon, off to finish working the bread dough and start the experiment (homemade pastrami). Once the bread is finished and in the refrigerator, think I’m done for the day.

Getting hit by lightning is not fun! If you would like to help me in my recovery efforts, which include moving once we have medical issues cleared up, feel free to hit the fundraiser at A New Life on GiveSendGo, use the options in the Tip Jar in the upper right, or drop me a line to discuss other methods. It is thanks to your gifts and prayers that I am still going. Thank you.