only-reason-i-have-a-kitchenMy lunch yesterday didn’t go as planned, it didn’t even become dinner. In fact, it just didn’t!

I mentioned that I was late in taking the fish out of the freezer, well, with the cooler weather we had yesterday and, I might add, today, it didn’t defrost.

So by 5pm, my stomach was grumbling seriously.

I had some ready-made pastel pastry in the fridge, make pasteis, I thought. Wasn’t a good idea. The filling, despite being in the fridge for two days didn’t taste right. Out they went with the remainder of the filling. Cheese, that’s a good backup filling. Got distracted and burnt them. Not quite to a crisp, but a lot darker than they should have been.


I ate them anyway, I was hungry.

It’s now 11am, and my stomach is feeling neglected.

The fish has thawed in the fridge overnight, so I’ll try, try again.

Things don’t always go as planned.

Rained again last night, and the dark clouds say that it will again today. My first student has cancelled, I just have a group at 6pm.

The kitchen is in shock… I did the dishes. Highlight of the day so far.

Clorinha has just bounced in the window, one leap on to the bed, and instantly collapsed into a deep sleep as only cats can do.

She has regressed. Pooped twice in the shower yesterday, and today I caught her under the kitchen sink about to do the same. I hauled her out by the tail and dumped her with less than no ceremony in the dirt box. It was then I discovered that it wasn’t the only poop under the sink.

I have better things to do with my life than cleaning up poop after a kitty. Her dirt box is clean, I changed the sand yesterday. I have to figure out what’s going on in that little feline brain.

This tickled my fancy the other day.


Meanwhile, back to the kitchen.