Pastrangulator

Saturday I took the day off from blogging. That seems to happen at least once a week, huh?

This morning I woke up and had coffee and rum cake. That’s always a good way to start the day.

Boyfriend and I went to my parents after a little while. Once there we had another cup of coffee, followed by wine.

Crackers and cheese, and guacamole. Real guacamole. See fake guacamole story if you wish.

We had a wonderful vegetarian lasagna and salad. It was mid 60’s today so we sat outside. My mother made both, by the way. I loved the walnuts, craisins, and fresh herbs from the garden in the salad.

Chianti went with our meal. Sorry for my purse in the background there.

Mom told me that her friend Molly was talking about how she couldn’t wait to be retired so she could sit around all day “Looking at boobs on the interstate.” We all laughed at this. Apparently she meant “Blogs on the internet”. Or maybe not?

Back to the Kitchen Utensil Series:

This object is called a Pastrangulator, patent pending. I can’t give away all of our secrets, but my family has renamed a lot of things.

 

For dinner I had a Chik patty on my mom’s homemade sourdough bread. I made it with lots of onion and a garlic and herb laughing cow cheese.

Pretty darn good.

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