Do pirates accumulate booty?
Jul. 14th, 2019 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI've had a fretful weekend, overthinking an email I sent just before I left work on Friday. Brooding on it.
I was going to write about my week battling with our payroll software, which turned out to be part of a nationwide problem caused by the tax office changing how annual tax statements are done this year, resulting in the tax office's website going down as millions of workers logged on to get their tax refunds on the same day. But I bored myself just writing that summary, so consider yourself spared.
It's been a cold and wet weekend, so I've been cooking. Keeping the oven on to keep warm. There were eight limes left on my lime tree, so I used five of them making this pie. It's really good. And now I have only three limes left, but over seventy lemons. I won't be getting scurvy this winter.
Then, to use up the egg whites left over from the lime pie, I made some little meringues. They can be kept in a container until needed, so I don't have to eat a whole lot of meringues at once. Then, as there were no biscuits in the house, I made some, using a recipe from an old Australian Women's Weekly book. It's a recipe I really like, very forgiving of substitutes. Instead of peanuts and sultanas, I used walnuts and choc bits. Illustrating how old the book is, is that the recipe is called "party favour biscuits", as in little bites you can put in a goody bag and give to children at a party. I don't think any modern recipe book is going to put peanuts in a child's party bag.
I also bought a new charcoal face scrub. I don't know what I expected, but I was surprised by how... grey it was. But I happily scrubbed my face with it and rinsed it off. I can't really see anything in the shower, so it was only when I dried off and put my glasses on that I saw... well, the mess. I mean, I imagine it would be the same with any face scrub, but the grey really stood out. It looked like grey mascara running down the shower walls, or like I'd killed an alien.
I'm often struck, when I pick up my knitting, how I remember what I was doing last time I picked it up. Memories knitted into the fabric. What I remembered when I picked up my cowl this week was that last time I knitted it I was watching The Hot Zone, so not a particularly profound memory. Still, think of that: every time I wear my cowl, I'll remember Juliana Margulies being attacked by sick monkeys.
This is what it looks like now:
I was going to write about my week battling with our payroll software, which turned out to be part of a nationwide problem caused by the tax office changing how annual tax statements are done this year, resulting in the tax office's website going down as millions of workers logged on to get their tax refunds on the same day. But I bored myself just writing that summary, so consider yourself spared.
It's been a cold and wet weekend, so I've been cooking. Keeping the oven on to keep warm. There were eight limes left on my lime tree, so I used five of them making this pie. It's really good. And now I have only three limes left, but over seventy lemons. I won't be getting scurvy this winter.
Then, to use up the egg whites left over from the lime pie, I made some little meringues. They can be kept in a container until needed, so I don't have to eat a whole lot of meringues at once. Then, as there were no biscuits in the house, I made some, using a recipe from an old Australian Women's Weekly book. It's a recipe I really like, very forgiving of substitutes. Instead of peanuts and sultanas, I used walnuts and choc bits. Illustrating how old the book is, is that the recipe is called "party favour biscuits", as in little bites you can put in a goody bag and give to children at a party. I don't think any modern recipe book is going to put peanuts in a child's party bag.
I also bought a new charcoal face scrub. I don't know what I expected, but I was surprised by how... grey it was. But I happily scrubbed my face with it and rinsed it off. I can't really see anything in the shower, so it was only when I dried off and put my glasses on that I saw... well, the mess. I mean, I imagine it would be the same with any face scrub, but the grey really stood out. It looked like grey mascara running down the shower walls, or like I'd killed an alien.
I'm often struck, when I pick up my knitting, how I remember what I was doing last time I picked it up. Memories knitted into the fabric. What I remembered when I picked up my cowl this week was that last time I knitted it I was watching The Hot Zone, so not a particularly profound memory. Still, think of that: every time I wear my cowl, I'll remember Juliana Margulies being attacked by sick monkeys.
This is what it looks like now: