Tag Archive: Ellen

Sad Lettuce

sadlettuceAnd other BBQ leftovers for lunch today. 2″ of cucumber, half a tomato, some celery sticks, a boiled egg, pickled beetroot, gherkins and there’s still some mayonnaise left.

NO! I’m not going vegematarian!

But I hate wasting food.

I don’t even waste my empty wine bottles!

Wine bottles get repurposed

Wine bottles get repurposed

The fancy ones get used, once they get grotty, they go out for recycle, and replaced.

Digging in the archives for yesterdays post, I found another interesting one of Ellen Suelen.


Perched on the kitchen sink

This is how you wash dishes!

She doesn’t do that anymore either.

Sunny start to the day, rain forecast for later. Been out in the yard changing things, watering plants, and put the recycle rubbish out. The truck has already been. Today I recycled bottles (wine and beer), plastic, polystyrene and cardboard. The yucky rubbish goes out later.

Image from the blog

I read a recipe earlier this morning.

Creamy Mexican Cassarole… My immediate thought was:

Yeah, first catch your Mexican!

Then I reread it, Creamy Mexican Chicken Casserole. The recipe sounds delish, can be found on Night Owl Kitchen.

Some time when I catch a Mexican chicken, I’ll try that.

Another recipe this morning on Chez Moi, Lamb shanks with pomegranate and lemon. An easy one, throw it all in the roasting dish and GO!

Google is playing dirty tricks. If you are using an old browser version, they’ve stopped giving you the new search engine mods. Instead they give you an older version of the search engine.


Netscape, the first and best ever browser

They give their reasons, but I fully suspect something more nefarious; like older browsers don’t let them get enough information about you, so they want you to update your browser so they can get more personal info and browsing habits. I don’t trust them, they’re sneaky bastards.

They are targeting Opera and Safari users. I wonder what would happen if I fired up prehistoric Netscape? It’s still the best browser ever.

I never use Google to google. I use Start Page as a proxy which doesn’t divulge your IP, so they can’t target you.

Off to have some Nap-fu practice.



High on the list of probabilities

Erick & Ellen 2002

That I am not going to complete my obligations today. What I am saying is there won’t be a Sunday Travel Tales and some other posts.

My kids didn’t forget Father’s Day. No presents, but who needs them when your daughter rings and says “I love you Daddy!”

The photo hasn’t been cropped because in the change over from Linux to XP I haven’t organised my graphic programmes yet. But that photo was taken the week after they came into my life, Erick was 7 and Ellen 3. Next month, she’ll be 13.

Watching her and her brothers and sister grow has been my Father’s Day present for each the last 10 years.

Fast becoming a young lady

There, that was my Father’s Day. Who could wish for more?

After four very frustrating days during the change over of systems and having no sound. I finally found a driver that would run the sound card on XP. Talk about looking for a needle in a haystack.

Forlornly I looked, downloaded and tried and cried. I was in the process of giving up, until I found a site that told me where to find the serial number of my machine. Once I had the full name of the driver, I had two more failures because of bad file and corrupt unzips, then on the third time…


So I wasted the rest of the day watching Ice Age 4, the download finished this morning. Now the sun is going down, darkness dictates that if I don’t turn on the light, I won’t see to finish this post.

Chateau de Tap

Lunch was a raging success, another of my slapdash recipes. Franks and homemade relish with grated ricotta cheese on top accompanied by that ever present bottle of chilled Chateau de Tap.

It is now nearly 5pm, and by all my beliefs, that makes it beer o’clock. I believe I will have a beer.

Just because it is Sunday, doesn’t mean I should be deprived of the weekend spirit.

Tomorrow, by all reckoning is Monday; and if it follows the rules, is a recipe for disaster. I have no faith in Mondays.


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