We are going over to have lunch with Jeff today. It has been so mild (I know, I'm sorry, the rest of the US and Canada) here that it's actually chilly in the morning. It is so weird as we should be in the triple digits now. There's even (I can't believe I'm saying this) a hint of fall in the air this morning.
The soup came out really good, but I used up the rest of my homemade stock. Guess that's my cue to get another chicken to roast. I'll probably do that next weekend. The focaccia did okay (sorry, no photos), but I kneaded it too much, so it was a bit chewy. TBG loves it like that, so it was a win for him.
Tonight is pork chops smothered in onions and mushroom gravy. I have some Yukon Golds I am going to boil and some fresh tomatoes to roast, I think. Nothing earth shattering, but that's okay, too.
Got a new story posted, the dish washer and washing machine are working away... I think it's time to tackle the closet... maybe after a nice nap, first, though...
The cats agree with me...
Bête Noir, too pooped to pop
Pyewacket in the world's biggest cat pillow
Patachou working on his regal pose.
Titan too tired to even wake up for treats.