Good thing I can type fast because when it comes to writing on these empty cyberpages, it's as though there is a forest of unseen trees to regrow by using the space available to blabber on about whatever. Like today, cooking...what a joy... There's been a surefit (a lot of) of pumpkin, so I made a pumpkin/applesauce pie with a bit of fresh egg (right from the chicken), some dry milk with real cold water, kind of a thick mixture of the milk, no sugar, I made the crust. It was good. I think my mother is dropping by. Oop, she did...that I don't call often enough, but she can't remember I wasn't sitting next to her at the Seniors' Luncheon yesterday. I had to go to town. She has a terrible time processing communicated speech, vocal. Her head wobbles and she's saying 'huh', doesn't know what you've just said. Kind of endearing, kind of frustrating, kind of a passage of acceptance that she is checking out a little at a time. Well, meanwhile, she's driving and competent at most things but she doesn't cook anymore. While I meanwhile, have benefit this morning from a salmon rarebit with bacon on the side, two lean pizzas with fresh mushroom, hamburger, pastrami, Irish cheddar, Tillamook cheddar, parmesan, a little olive oil, some cumin...that's a different one, it's usually a layer of oregano and minced garlic but I was enjoying the notion I'd had last night of making a ravioli pasta with a filling of crushed walnut and fell asleep dreaming of what besides the walnut...well there had to be a bit of that nice Irish hard cheddar and something like a hazelnut oil to keep it together, and a sauce of something hearty, like the stock of a chicken I suppose, although with a vegetarian niece I am challenged..
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