Thunder and lightening
As I write this, the gods havebegun bowling in the sky. All day we’ve heard predictions of severe stormstonight, with the possible threat of hail and tornadoes. Jordan planned for usto eat early, because Christian was going to grill and didn’t want to bestanding over the grill in the rain. But the prediction moved a little bitlater, and we ate as usual about seven-fifteen. So far, the thunder has notbrought rain, but I am hopeful. Jacob had a golf tournament today, and I amthankful the weather held off until that was over.
After the luxurious mealyesterday, we had burgers tonight. But not just any burgers---lamb. I mentionedto Jordan tonight that I now have four or five recipes for lamb burgers, and Ihaven’t kept track of which ones we liked best. But tonight’s version had twoTbsp. of Worcestershire and were delicious. And that marked a culinarymilestone for me: I actually used up a bottle of Lea & Perrin’sWorcestershire (is there any other label worth using?) and had to open the newone waiting in my pantry. It made me think of that old saw about a housewifewill never use up a bottle of Tabasco. Times have changed, and I guess for awhile cooks, male and female, went through Siracha at a rapid rate, but itseems to have fallen out of favor now. At any rate, I’m going to put five starson tonight’s recipe. And I have one and a half burgers for lunches this week.
Yesterday’s meal—and a coupleof mid-day glasses of wine—sent me to napping, but when I woke up I surprisedmyself by working at my desk for five straight hours. I drafted a newsletter,wrote a blog, and finished the book I was reading to the point I was ready toreview it and move on. It is One Way Back, Christina Blasey-Ford’smemoir of her experience testifying at the confirmation hearings forthen-SCOTUS nominee Brett Kavanaugh. Of necessity in telling her story,Blasey-Ford delves back into her high school years when his assault on herhappened. When Kavanaugh’s nomination became public, she thought she could justtell someone her story and that would be it, but of course the whole thingsnowballed. Ultimately, at great personal cost (she still needs securitydetails) she exposed what Kavanaugh did to her as a high school student, butmore than that what kind of man he is today—a whining, sniveling, angry man whowas nonetheless confirmed to a lifetime appointment on our highest court. Iagree with her in uncertainty that the initial incident warranted the weight itwas given—I suspect such happens in homes all over America all the time. Butthe revelation of his beer-loving character today was significant, and Iapplaud Blasey-Ford. A PS; she is a surfer, and the phrase, “One wayback,” is surfing terminology. It’s a good book, and I recommend it.
Now it is raining—steady,fairly hard but not destructive.
I’ve spent some time todaysearching for the right new dog—it’s a good cure for missing Sophie, and I hopeshe would understand. Tonight, with the thunder, I remember how scared shealways was, curling up right by me, and when I was cooking, I remembered howshe stationed herself right by me in my tiny kitchen lest I drop a morsel. Thedog that interests me is named Oreo (can you change a rescue dog’s name?). Heis an Aussie mix, crate trained, housebroken, a true gentleman who loves tocuddle (don’t all gentlemen?). I have asked how to arrange a meet-and-greet,and I think Jordan and Christian are with me on this one. I’ve seen severaldogs online that entice me, but many rescues, especially Aussies, stress thatthey are wary in new circumstances and, too often, afraid of men. I’ve got twomen here—Christian and Jacob—who are ready to love a new dog. It’s calledmoving on.
Already the rain has slowed,but I expect we’re in for a spell of it. I hope it keeps up until I go to bed,so I can lie in bed, cozy and comfortable, and listen to the thunder.
Stay safe, everyone.
