OMG. I've been packing adorable bento for the last three days straight and I made orange Jello in little square silicon(e?) cupcake cups and today's tastes...off. Not that it stopped me from eating all of it but I think if I get sick later I know why.
Or it may be psychosomatic. I'm reading a book about foodborne pathogens (note to self: I need, need, need to make a post about last weekend. Oh, and the weekend before that. Complete with photos!) so I think I'm starting to taste bacteria in everything and see it pretty much everywhere. I found a website online about an atomic clock the size of a grain of rice, and all I could think of was "I wonder why someone would make a clock the size of white bacteria o.o"
I'm on the hunt before Saturday for an Asian market close to home. Or, at the very least, a regular grocery store that sells rice flour. I found a recipe for Japanese mochi that I am really really wanting to try and I have to have a crapton of rice flour to do it. Lovely Market Street has FAILED me with this. They have every type of flour known to man except for rice flour. Boo.
I am also wondering what tempeh tastes like. I know, it's no substitute for real honest-to-G meat, but I'm bizarrely curious. (Speaking of which, tonight is probably going to involve barbecued pork sandwiches, I think, as I have a package defrosting in the fridge. NO more defrosting on the countertops, thanks to the foodborne pathogens book. Thanks, bright yellow scary book -_-)
Today is lovely Wednesday and it's been a good day so far, I think. I woke up out of the blue at 5:30 this morning and folded some laundry, started a load, switched out a load, unloaded the dishwasher, cleaned some utensils, etc etc. Then worked out, and even ate breakfast. I think this whole working out thing becomes a routine if I get up early enough. And I realize this all may go more smoothly if I choose to make my lunch the night before, instead of the morning of, but alas, I end up making things that would taste horrendous if they sit in the fridge for eighteen hours before being eaten.
Food is good, life is good, pookie is good and our animals are just all right. Dusty Miller came back from the vet with some antibiotics for a crazy tiny cough, and my old lady rat is hanging in there.
Dusty in her eentsy plastic carrier at the vet a couple of weekends back. This was after they clipped her teef and she decided she really, really wanted to hide because she was so irritated with humanity.
...annnnnd the back end.
Also a freebie photo of my Rudie girl, who decided she wasn't getting enough attention and decided to splay out across my craft table. Thanks Ru -_-;
This weekend is going to be a relaxo-type weekend, as next weekend is the huge gaming convention and also July the Fourth, in which we will hopefully be able to watch the fireworks in faraway lands from the safe confines of our balcony. OH and perhaps some festive freezy drink, or at the very least, an ice cream maker. I really would like one of those while it's still 100+ degrees outside lol
More later as my lunch break quickly draws to a close. Yay lunch! ^_^
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