Finally off my poor feet for a moment. Banana pancakes for breakfast? Check. Three loaves of challah baked? Check. Walked to the local farmer’s market for the week’s produce? Check. English muffins started? Check. Pizza crust for dinner? Aborted because the stupid realtor gave us notice that she’d be here “in 15 minutes” and was here within five — after telling us yesterday that she’d be here a half hour to an hour & a half later than she actually appeared. Universe? It’s getting old, even though grilled salmon is the alternative dinner plan now. Run to the grocery store for the remainder of the week’s eatin’ supplies? Check. Seems like I should have more checked, but… those things take time so I guess maybe not. Another five lbs of flour weekend. Didn’t get to the gardening, but I did get the tomatoes pinned up. It’s too hot to do much with the poor plants out there anyway.
Note to self: use gloves when cutting peppers from now on. The ongoing hot fingertips from cutting peppers last night? Not so much with the entertaining.
