I’m feeling a bit tired from allergies and a busy weekend, so I’m just going to give you a few photos that didn’t fit into other posts. Soon there will be a garden post since the garden is definitely happening this year.
My jerkface of a cat likes to claw up my furniture. Before we realized that she will sit quietly and let us trim her claws we tried the spray bottle, redirection, and spraying clove oil on the furniture every day. This was all for naught. As you can see she clawed up the cover on the arm of the couch pretty good.
In the past we had purchased a new cover from Ikea. At $200 a pop that’s a super expensive solution and I REALLY like the color of this current cover. Recently some pictures have been circulating the Pinterest world where someone has repaired similar damage with the application of several doilies, but no instructions on how to do it. With no time to sew things on to my couch before my dad and Rita came to town, no doilies on hand, and no upholstery needles I decided I would just do it my own way.
After choosing some ribbon from my massive stash I visited my favorite website about glue, this to that, and found that the best way to attach fabric to fabric is hot glue. DUH! Haven’t I watched enough Project runways to know that?! Ah well no time to beat myself up I measured my ribbons and I was off to the races.
All in all I’m pretty happy with the outcome. Rita, my stepmom, walked in and said, “Oh you have a special thing on your couch! Wait, what is that?” I think that is the perfect reaction. I also think she loved it. It is pretty enough to be special and weird enough to suit me.
And now to go about making the rest of my house just a bit more weird.
Meatballs, takoyaki, falafel, and abelskeivers, what is better than food in ball form? Nothing I tell ya! These Buñuelos de Bacalao (Portugese fish and potato balls) definitely did not disappoint.
I would never lay claim to some sort of genetic Goth spirit, but I will easily lay claim to genetic weirdness with a taste for the macabre. I was raised in a household where bringing home snakes, turtles, bugs, and the occasional sun bleached bone was not cause for worry, but rather a really neat addition to the household (even for just a day or two in the case of living things).
I was also raised on the works of Edward Gorey, especially The Wuggly Ump.
This well worn copy was given to me by my mom and given to her and her siblings by my Grandad, John Lohman. He bought it the year it was published, 1963, when my mom was 13. He even inscribed it at the time. (I added the bookplate later.)
This is definitely what I would call one of my prized possessions. There have been several reprints, if you find you need your own copy or want to get a copy for a kid in your life. Be warned though, it isn’t a nice story, with a happy ending for kids.
BTW, today is Edward Gorey’s Birthday. You can learn more about him here.
It isn’t OK and it isn’t normal. Things are pretty surreal and terrifying. I think my country jumped out of a plane with no parachute. My friends, family, and I are struggling to hold it together. I recently realized that prior to December my phone did not know the word “fascist.” That’s how things are on the macro-scale of life.
On a micro-scale, there’s comfort food, wine, laughter, cats, and garden planning. The weather is warming up and taking the bus to and from work is no longer a trial most days. Albuquerque stepped up and voted for good candidates in our local school board elections. There are a lot of phone calls to be made to political offices. In about a month I will have been at my day job for four years, which means it is time to get serious about figuring out what to do with my life when my student loans are gone (all things being equal). Somehow blogging fits in to that, so here I am again.
I’ve been cooking a whole lot. The 4th Base chest freezer is almost empty of everything other than the turkey meat we acquired in November. After this weekend we’ll have 1/2 a lamb too, but I’m holding us off on using all that until we clear out the delicious clutter. In service of this goal the crockpot is getting quite a workout.
As you can see above the chile verde didn’t turn out so verde, but it was so very yummy. Chile verde, in my experience, is not a New Mexico thing. That doesn’t stop it from being delicious though. With tomatillos, chiles, 2 giant cooked turkey drumsticks, and pinto beans in the fridge it was a perfect choice, so I used this recipe from Serious Eats.
I frequently don’t mess with garnishes, but sometimes the garnishes make the meal. In this case not only did they make the soup beautiful, but they also added extra deliciousness.
I had no idea we had a hockey team at UNM! What a tremendous oversight on my part. I could have been enjoying fun, funky, cheap, local entertainment all along. Ah well. Friday night we went and checked out an Ice Wolves game. They played against the Air Force Academy. Because of Kirtland AFB there were nearly as many fans for the visiting team in the stands as our Lobos.
While the first period was a dud with no goals scored, things got exciting in the second and third periods. The end of the third saw a tie and the game went into sudden death overtime. Air Force took the goal and the game, but it wasn’t for lack of enthusiasm on my part. I even wore Lobo gear.
At $5 a ticket and hot chocolate for $1.50 with $0.50 refills the games are a cheap date, though you do have to drive all the way up to the Outpost Ice Arena, which is a significant distance from UNM. Dave and I had so much fun and plan on attending the second to last home game on January 13. The schedule and more information are available online.
Well, that escalated quickly. We went from temperatures in the 60s to 70s last week to 15 degrees below average for November this week. It even snowed a little last night!
I was in the tub when I heard this little ditty coming from Dave’s computer.
“Play that again and send me a link!” I yelled.
Now I need to share it with you, dear readers. Indeed, sometimes everything is f*cked. Hopefully this brings you a small smile too.