Culinary archeology
Right now, we are conducting some culinary archeology. That’s where you deep dive in the freezer (out in the garage), and then plan suppers around the finds. To be fair, nothing in there is really old (I hope). Just in case, I awoke before dawn, and robo-baked some bread, which we also store in the freezer. Not sure how this would play out on a cooking show. My thought is that bread will serve as a meal, should the fish sticks turn out to be, politely, tough. That special sauce in the squeeze bottle doesn’t always cover the er. Therors of the big thaw.
We are trying to schedule travel around life. There are medical moments, and some required garage time for the RV. How about if we delay departure until all in in order? Thie suggestion has been made.
Our ferry company promises that the boats will all be running by the start of the week. I assume that the current civic holiday has been counted, and that the burnt boat is moored (permanently). Would I want to get on board? Not really. I have some things to consider before travel plans are hardened up. Taking a sail without a firm arrival time? Unsure. Check back later.
Getting back to music. Today, a short replay of “She Blinded Me With Science”. I reme,nered the song. She didn’t. Even the remake by Shatner did not reset things. Let’s be fair, T Dolby was a niche talent. He did not belong to the Dolby setting on my tape deck. And if anyone had caused me to lose my vision through science, I might not remember that person favorably. Anyhow, we went down memory lane. The song was danceable, barely. I kept on digging, and found the original of “The Bump”, by the Commodores. Better.
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