Random notes from the Sandwich Life

I’m having a purposefully quiet weekend. Trying to give myself space from worry.

Ernie’s cleaning the kitchen and singing, but I know he’s not feeling wonderful today.

Owen and Trinity are upstairs eating their delivered food.

Leo is out following some train.

Daisy is on the front porch.

The cats are either sleeping or looking for trouble. I don’t know which.

I just finished a perfect breakfast of beautiful, fresh eggs with some spinach. Trinity’s friend, who I ALREADY had a good feeling about, brought some gorgeous eggs when she came by last night. There is such a difference! Look at the color of those eggs!

Yesterday was a lot of reading, watching Australian MasterChef, trying to pull hardened poop off of poor decrepit Hattie, getting laxative into poor decrepit Hattie, drinking some wine and making a good dinner. We had some lamb loin chops in the freezer so we pulled those out and defrosted them, along with some blackberries from Farmer Greg. I coated the chops with a mix of thyme, fennel seed, salt, pepper and red pepper flakes, then just seared them in olive oil. I attempted a pan sauce with the blackberries but it was probably the least successful part of the meal. I’ve been on a kick of steaming broccoli but decided instead to just slice it up and cook in a very hot pan with olive oil and a few red pepper flakes. It was really excellent because you got a bit of the taste of the caramelization or char, but it was still crispy and crunchy. In fact, I think, in terms of the night’s competition, the broccoli may have won.

Oh, and there was an exciting moment when Bob caught a mouse.

Speaking of Bob, he seems to be getting a bit territorial. Lately, he often sits directly between me and Ernie on the couch, which doesn’t leave Daisy enough room on either side of him. I think he knows exactly what he’s doing. We shove him over to Ernie but he gets quite grumpy about it.

Last but not least, for those of you that don’t see my posts on Facebook, I think it only right to document here that, yesterday, Ernie called me Bob by mistake.

I doubt Bob was pleased.

Onward.