I promise — this is going to be the very last mention of those eternal beans! (For this week, anyhow.) But there is one last project I am using them for, which will be one of my weekend activities. I am going to make a soup out of the remaining bones with the few beans still clinging to them + the contents of my frozen stockpile. Warning: the following picture may cause revulsion in the sensitive:
I assure you, pictures of the soup that I will convert this mess into will inspire drooling, not retching....tune in next week for the proof.
It's freakin' cold out there. My oh-so-helpful weather app smugly informs me that the current temp is 22 degrees, but that it feels like 11. Eleven! I am miserable when the temperature dips below my age + my shoe size. All this week, it's stayed WELL below that shrouded-in-mystery figure, so I had to do something to bring a little springtime cheer into the house. I treated myself to a surprisingly inexpensive purchase of flowers from the florist department at WF. We're currently greeting guests and cheering ourselves with this jolly spray of - - - stock:
I love that the delicate yellow color of the flowers so closely matches the color of our walls, although this picture doesn't really show the wall color accurately. And something about how the flowers are proportionally too big for their bottle gives me a little frisson of happiness when I look at them. I really can't explain this; it's a gentle sort of visual joke to me, I guess.
3. Taking stock.
Only one reader so far has raved about my burgeoning facial hair. This situation must improve, so I am bringing an end to the subtlety. (What, you didn't notice any subtlety on this blog? It must be a problem with your browser.)
Here, in a naked bid for adulation (although, if it's warranted, I'm prepared to accept negative comments too — being rejected is less painful than being ignored, after all) is a picture of how my beard looks at its current state of growth (about 2 weeks of not shaving):
With the gelled-down hair and the glasses, I was going for the tortured intellectual look here. Please let me know what you think of my hirsuteness. If you need inspiration, please choose from the following comprehensive list of possible reactions:
- you so sexy
- hotter than hell, mr. hanko
- gasp you leave me breathless with desire
- where did you get that pic of george clooney
- put down that spatula you need to become a professional model
Or you can come up with your own phrases to express your exceeding admiration for my facial hair. Just remember, I am a very sensitive person.
Have a great weekend. Cook something that makes you feel sexy. Or just don't shave.