Celery day
Apr. 12th, 2020 12:58 amThere's a tumblr text post out there that goes approximately: "I don't gamble, but I have severe depression and I buy fresh fruits and vegetables."
In our last three shopping trips, I've grabbed some celery.
Dealing With Celery has been on my list of goals for April since, um, March. On Friday I finally decided that it was the day to do the thing!
...On Saturday, I asked Belovedest if they could help with celery by extracting all of it from the refrigerator and washing it.
The first bag was lost to triage, due to the amount of slime involved. The second bag I deemed salvageable. I sat down at the dining room table with the cutting board and the requisite implements and got to work. Belovedest came back and forth with various amounts of celery, and eventually put away the dish washer's contents because I was clearly up to my ears in celery.
The biggest mixing bowl in the house is the red one, which is suitable for very large batches of cookies and some breads, if you're not the type of person who insists on the grooved wooden bread bowl and the special cloth. (I tend to, um, let![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alexseanchai deal with bread in the bread maker, or use the stand mixer.) I wound up filling the red bowl nearly to the top with celery, and had a large soup bowl set aside for use today-ish, plus some sets of celery hearts stuffed into a cup with water and put back in the refrigerator. And then while I was at it I chopped some onions.
Five trays of celery are in the dehydrator, I made a pot of bean soup, and Alex's pasta salad lacks carrots (because I looked at the expiration date on the carrots and tossed them into the soup without checking with anyone else). Alex made red beans and rice and that was lunch/supper, nom.
The dried celery will eventually be destined for ramen cups and anything else that needs small vegetables and happiness.
It's getting warm enough that we've been opening windows in the afternoon. The stay-at-home order means that the lawns are getting asynchronous mowing, not just weekend mowing. Escape Calico isn't thrilled with that noise, but she likes open windows. On Friday she was making little distress-noises below the eastern window in my room. There was no visible clear space on the windowsill. She streeeeetched up and did some cat math. Then she made a great LEAP! and got her front paws on the windowsill, and did an honest-to-Bast pull-up to get the rest of her paws on the little spots of ledge and then disappeared behind the curtain where there was clear space and lots of interesting smells from outside.
She also makes the distress-noise next to doors, with the clear intent that someone should come along and alleviate the distress by letting her go Out!!! where she, a wild and free creature, belongs!!! Never mind that her wild and free ass then skulks under the eaves and sticks close to the house. It's the thought that counts. (She did get out many months ago, and we have not stopped teasing her about it.)
The Roomba continues to roomb. I agree with Alex that Moppet is a good name, and I think that Boppit suits the sweeper-bot, since it bumbles around bonking into things. The latest Roomba crime was to eat an entire rattle-mouse and then need rescuing because it couldn't be fully swallowed.
In our last three shopping trips, I've grabbed some celery.
Dealing With Celery has been on my list of goals for April since, um, March. On Friday I finally decided that it was the day to do the thing!
...On Saturday, I asked Belovedest if they could help with celery by extracting all of it from the refrigerator and washing it.
The first bag was lost to triage, due to the amount of slime involved. The second bag I deemed salvageable. I sat down at the dining room table with the cutting board and the requisite implements and got to work. Belovedest came back and forth with various amounts of celery, and eventually put away the dish washer's contents because I was clearly up to my ears in celery.
The biggest mixing bowl in the house is the red one, which is suitable for very large batches of cookies and some breads, if you're not the type of person who insists on the grooved wooden bread bowl and the special cloth. (I tend to, um, let
alexseanchai deal with bread in the bread maker, or use the stand mixer.) I wound up filling the red bowl nearly to the top with celery, and had a large soup bowl set aside for use today-ish, plus some sets of celery hearts stuffed into a cup with water and put back in the refrigerator. And then while I was at it I chopped some onions. Five trays of celery are in the dehydrator, I made a pot of bean soup, and Alex's pasta salad lacks carrots (because I looked at the expiration date on the carrots and tossed them into the soup without checking with anyone else). Alex made red beans and rice and that was lunch/supper, nom.
The dried celery will eventually be destined for ramen cups and anything else that needs small vegetables and happiness.
It's getting warm enough that we've been opening windows in the afternoon. The stay-at-home order means that the lawns are getting asynchronous mowing, not just weekend mowing. Escape Calico isn't thrilled with that noise, but she likes open windows. On Friday she was making little distress-noises below the eastern window in my room. There was no visible clear space on the windowsill. She streeeeetched up and did some cat math. Then she made a great LEAP! and got her front paws on the windowsill, and did an honest-to-Bast pull-up to get the rest of her paws on the little spots of ledge and then disappeared behind the curtain where there was clear space and lots of interesting smells from outside.
She also makes the distress-noise next to doors, with the clear intent that someone should come along and alleviate the distress by letting her go Out!!! where she, a wild and free creature, belongs!!! Never mind that her wild and free ass then skulks under the eaves and sticks close to the house. It's the thought that counts. (She did get out many months ago, and we have not stopped teasing her about it.)
The Roomba continues to roomb. I agree with Alex that Moppet is a good name, and I think that Boppit suits the sweeper-bot, since it bumbles around bonking into things. The latest Roomba crime was to eat an entire rattle-mouse and then need rescuing because it couldn't be fully swallowed.
