There is a race heating up....
Aug. 27th, 2011 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparkindarknessWho will win? Beloved dragging out the BBQ with a solid determination to cook half a cow?
Or the sky, whose black clouds make it clear that rain will be coming
Actually, Beloved claims I can't place bets because I am sabotaging him by not letting him start cooking at 11:00am. Uh-huh, I call shenanigans, he can't win the race against the weather if he starts early! All right thinking people agree.
I predict we will be arguing about this for the next... ooooh, 4 hours. He has started cursing the sky. The thunder gods won't like that. *is amused*
I have a large golf umbrella ready. Just in case. And there's nothing quite like BBQing in pouring rain under an umbrella. If it comes to it, I have enough marinated meat that will be just as good on the grill in the kitchen and a couple of large bread loaves in the oven. And there's always the endless boring salad (what? So I don't rely on Beloved's cooking skills to feed us. This is wisdom!)
Beloved is also arguing about the disputed carbonara. See, I made fake (because it has cream in it so is not Authentic. But it has cream, so tough :P) Carbonara last night and Beloved declared, so proudly, that he had made the same thing before. Damn, I knew I shouldn't have let him get away with that! No good deed goes unpunished. I pointed out to him that my fresh rolled pasta and home made sauce is cooking carabonara. His open-a-packet of dried spagehetti and open a jar of sauce is most certainly not. And further that he would be wearing carbonara if he compared my cooking to shop bought pre-made much. Yes yes I did. Then he threw a bread roll at me (home made, I might add). Things escalated :P
However, the debate continues today. I may have to get the left overs out the fridge to taunt him with. We could get a full week of arguing out of this.
I'm drinking Pims and random fruit juices.. it manages to be quite a foul drink that I can't stop drinking. It's strangely compelling but is not to be drank with chocolate or cappuccino. That taste's going to stay with me.
Having something of a fluff day. After having the Awkward But Useful conversation with therapy-blokey and a couple of weeks of crawling into a bottle because I hate the world and everything in it, I'm going to have a weekend of lightness, brightness and much poking of Beloved (stop it. Dirty dirty minds people). And yes, I'm drinking but it's a different relationship with booze – I much prefer the habit of drinking with my blond and giggling at him cursing the skies than drinking in a corner cursing the world. Masses of difference.
So, fluffy post for fluff reasons :). I think I'll just lounge here reading today – had plans, cancelled them because Cannot Be Arsed, frankly and if I don't leave the house, there's less chance of my being irritated.
And, yet again, aren't kindle's brilliant?
Or the sky, whose black clouds make it clear that rain will be coming
Actually, Beloved claims I can't place bets because I am sabotaging him by not letting him start cooking at 11:00am. Uh-huh, I call shenanigans, he can't win the race against the weather if he starts early! All right thinking people agree.
I predict we will be arguing about this for the next... ooooh, 4 hours. He has started cursing the sky. The thunder gods won't like that. *is amused*
I have a large golf umbrella ready. Just in case. And there's nothing quite like BBQing in pouring rain under an umbrella. If it comes to it, I have enough marinated meat that will be just as good on the grill in the kitchen and a couple of large bread loaves in the oven. And there's always the endless boring salad (what? So I don't rely on Beloved's cooking skills to feed us. This is wisdom!)
Beloved is also arguing about the disputed carbonara. See, I made fake (because it has cream in it so is not Authentic. But it has cream, so tough :P) Carbonara last night and Beloved declared, so proudly, that he had made the same thing before. Damn, I knew I shouldn't have let him get away with that! No good deed goes unpunished. I pointed out to him that my fresh rolled pasta and home made sauce is cooking carabonara. His open-a-packet of dried spagehetti and open a jar of sauce is most certainly not. And further that he would be wearing carbonara if he compared my cooking to shop bought pre-made much. Yes yes I did. Then he threw a bread roll at me (home made, I might add). Things escalated :P
However, the debate continues today. I may have to get the left overs out the fridge to taunt him with. We could get a full week of arguing out of this.
I'm drinking Pims and random fruit juices.. it manages to be quite a foul drink that I can't stop drinking. It's strangely compelling but is not to be drank with chocolate or cappuccino. That taste's going to stay with me.
Having something of a fluff day. After having the Awkward But Useful conversation with therapy-blokey and a couple of weeks of crawling into a bottle because I hate the world and everything in it, I'm going to have a weekend of lightness, brightness and much poking of Beloved (stop it. Dirty dirty minds people). And yes, I'm drinking but it's a different relationship with booze – I much prefer the habit of drinking with my blond and giggling at him cursing the skies than drinking in a corner cursing the world. Masses of difference.
So, fluffy post for fluff reasons :). I think I'll just lounge here reading today – had plans, cancelled them because Cannot Be Arsed, frankly and if I don't leave the house, there's less chance of my being irritated.
And, yet again, aren't kindle's brilliant?