I need an attitude adjustment. Something more laundry trash grocery store for cleaning fluids friendly. This is not easy. It started off badly. I thought the gloxinia had become a heavy drinker, a bottom drinker sucking up the excess water in its tray overnight each night. But no, that's Romulus again. Who won't drink from a bowl. Who's also snubbing his water glass these days. Who clawed a fat hole through one of the gloxinia leaves this morning and complained bitterly when he found the tray empty. I walked into the room in time to watch him do it. If you've grown gloxinias or tried to you know his was an act of pure jealousy. I'm thinking well diva gloxinia and the wolfcat can both stay in Galesburg this summer.
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The clogged kitchen sink phenomenon on the Sunday whence great cooking commences is reason enough woman rents and won't buy. Oh she tried plunging. Her arms and back ache with it. And she borrowed her neighbor's tall strong boy to help her until an hour into it the water level had actually risen and they both said huh and shrugged. Nothing to do but wait for the landlord to get the message. He has a bigger plunger. In the meanwhile woman will go buy another blender to combat phenomenon on the Sunday whence great cooking commences #2: the blender must die. It did. Just after the tall strong boy left and she filled it with chicken stock and nuts. Mole is a great blender killer. That is why though they eat on Thursday great cooking commences Sunday. Last time the oven went out: #3 is always a surprise.
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In the dead blender: lightly roasted Spanish peanuts, pecans, walnuts, and sesame seeds soaking in chicken stock (of course it's not canned) with garlic, onion, white wine, apple cider, cumin, cinnamon, cloves, and ginger. In a pot with warm water, dried red chilis, pasillas and anchos, awaiting deseeding and deveining. For which we need a living kitchen sink.
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C, I think that was my blender you picked up?
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