"WTF? Something is seriously wrong here."
"I found a little snow over here Princess."
"Maybe if we dig, we can find it."
"Nope. No sign of snow Princess."
Later at the farms:
"WTF? Who the hell are those guys? I've never seen them before here!"
"Hmm... something's fishy. The snow is all gone and these guys showed up."
"And it looks like they're a gang. They must have stolen the snow!"
"I found some here Princess."
"Do your job and guard it. I'm going after the culprits..."
I can't believe that our several feet of snow has completely disappeared in one night! It rained a few nights ago and there's nothing left but a few small plow piles. Sigh. And I still have at least three "snow" posts to type up. Gosh it happened so fast!
As I type this, there is an exciting lightening storm brewing. I love lightening storms. We rarely get them in California and when I came out here in July to house hunt there were a few down by the lake while we strolled at night. I was all, "Oh my God! There's a lightening bolt," at least 87 times to Mr. Wild Dingo. He's not phased by lightening and quickly grew bored with my awe.
On another note, in addition to French lessons and Juno's total hip surgery focus while we're here, I plan to teach myself to cook. I'm actually a very good cook but I only know how to use the darn stove top. I make a kick-ass Puttenesca sauce. Last week's Puttenesca for Mr. Wild Dingo's dinner party turned out rather unusual though because in my haste at the supermarket, when I couldn't find anchovies, I opted to use anchovy paste, but I mis-translated what was actually in the tube, some sort of vegemite. Can you say gross? Damn it, why doesn't everyone just speak and write in English? We used it anyway to give the sauce a little kick that Puttenesca is supposed to have. While I wasn't crazy about it, some of the guests liked it a lot.
When I learned to cook, I was a vegetarian. Now that I'm not, I still hadn't mastered how to use the oven to cook meat, though I recently learned to make Bolognese. This whole cooking with meat is a new thing for me. We didn't expect we'd be entertaining in this home but as it turns out, it seems we will quite a bit for Mr. Wild Dingo's colleagues. Most of them are meat-eaters. And every time the TravelMarx visit, I'm inspired to cook again. So they shared some of their best oven recipes to try. I opted for the easy one first: roasted chicken with veggies. But first I made the side dish:
Potatoes with red pepper and Kalamata olives in a balsamic vinegar sauce with onion, garlic, mint, oregano and parsley. Oh my God, I died and went to heaven when I tasted this baby. It's a keeper for a side dish.
Then the chicken. It came out perfectly cooked though I had to cook it 20 minutes longer than the recipe called for. It was tender. A little over-spiced with the rosemary, but very good. However, I have to nix this dish because it's too difficult to carve and eat for serving to dinner guests. Next week I'll try some boneless meats and fishes.
Tonight is left overs and a salad:
Caprese. My presentation skills are seriously lacking. But the oil used in the recipe will make up for it. It was a gift from the Travelmarx: freshly pressed (like literally the day they bought it, it was pressed). The oil is amazing. So heavy and rich, like buttah. Sadly they couldn't take it home with them and it has to be used quickly so I had to bear the burden of using it up for them.
Tomorrow night is a planned re-try of Bolognese. There are only like a million ways to make it. I haven't really made one that I love so I have to experiment. And the dogs don't seem to mind all this experimentation, especially since they always get the last bites of the meals.
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