It’s the little things

I had a productive and busy day today. I got up at 7:30 to take the dogs out and decided to stay up so I could turn my slow-roasted pork into chili.

Then, I set out to tackle the bushel and a quarter of tomatoes I picked up on Friday. I ran for six hours on Friday going to various farm stands, butchers and the grocery store and got nothing done on Friday. I had quite the list to tackle today.

First, the chili. I shredded the pork, syphoned off the extra liquid in my crock pot, then returned the pork to the crock along with chili beans and cranked up the heat.

Then, I set out to deal with the tomatoes. I started by putting the firmest of the tomatoes on cookie sheets, sprinkled them with extra virgin olive oil and salt and set them in the oven for a slow roast. Then, I tackled the rest of the tomatoes. I blanched them, peeled them and put them in stock pots to cook down.

Once the tomatoes were all chopped up and in pots, I made the meat for cabbage rolls and then set out to make them. I got the rolls made and in the roaster, covered them with cabbage and tomatoes and stuck them in the oven (after taking out the oven-roasted tomatoes). I put the tomatoes in a bowl and stuck them in the fridge to bring them to a temp I could work with. Meanwhile I did a ton of dishes that I needed to dirty all over again and I par cooked and cut down two dozen ears of corn to freeze.

So, it was a Godsend when my guy texted and offered to take me to one of the new Japanese steakhouses for dinner. See, after spending seven-ish hours with food, the last thing I wanted to deal with was feeding myself. We had a fabulous dinner, visited Harbor Freight & Tools and came back to my place. I was so grateful to not have to worry about feeding myself. Sometimes, it really is the small things.

Oh, and the dogs? Well just look how all my hard work tuckered them out.

Scoop curled up in the sun

Cody prefers to sleep on the couch

Speaking of that Japanese steakhouse: It’s owned by the same people who own my favorite local sushi place, Sakura. If you haven’t heard me talk of it, this is my favorite roll there, the Spice Girl

Yep, those are Pringles (TM)


I love the puppy, I love the puppy, I love the puppy

I got a puppy, from friends, back in April and it’s been a fantastic ride since. First it was the house training, my number one priority. Now, we are working on making sure Scoop knows to stay out of stuff that doesn’t belong to him.

Scoop (in front) and Cody

At night, I let him sleep outside of his crate, but I block my bedroom door with the crate so he can’t get out and get into trouble (I sleep like a rock).

Monday night, I worked second shift and came home absolutely exhausted. I must not have paid close attention to how I placed the crate in the doorway because after only about 4.5 hours of sleep, I woke up to an absolute mess in my living room Tuesday morning. It nearly made me sick to see a $20 skein of sock yarn, and the sock toe I had worked so hard to get JUST right, laying in a knotted mess, knitting needles scattered. I had planned to go back to bed after an initial trip outside with both dogs.

Instead, I took the dogs out and spent the next five hours rewinding that skein of yarn into a ball so I could, yet again, make a sock toe. Eventually I’m hoping it becomes an actual sock.

Here is the sock toe before Scoop’s adventures

Here it is Tuesday night after I finally got the yarn rewound and the sock toe remade

In fairness to Scoop, whom I wanted to kill Tuesday morning, this sock toe is the best out of the seven or eight that I’ve made (using this same yarn).

And trust me, last night before bed, that ball of yarn and sock toe went on a nice, high counter, out of puppy’s reach.