Beeer eez goot for-r-r you
During the last couple years of my uncle Duck’s air force career, after his tour in Viet Nam, he and Radical Betty were stationed in upstate New York. Radical Betty had a Dutch friend she used to bicycle with and they would ramble along the back roads stopping for a beer here and there, her Dutch friend always saying that beer is good for you.
We have a lovely house guest over for the night. One that isn’t one of our daughters or the other half of the Twinz of Terror. Meaning clean sheets were definitely in order. Oh don’t get me wrong, clean sheets are always in order for guests but if the last guest was Lizard Breath and the next guest is gonna be Lizard Breath, I don’t usually bother to change the sheets. Same with the Terror Twin.
I made the eggplant parm that I can make in my sleep (from the original Vegetarian Epicure cookbook), pasta with pesto sauce, asparagus, salad, and garlic bread.
Tomorrow morning, our house guest and the GG are going to muster and head off on a trip to the Adirondacks to do some mapping on a section (or more) of the North Country Trail. It’s been a frenetic few days living with the GG as he packs and repacks and fixes the washing musheen, and who knows what else. Although I will miss him, I know they will have a great time and I wish them the best of luck. And it’ll be quiet here, hopefully, without a whole lot of negative energy. Except when I get riled up about whatever bullshit Trump says or does.
And I’m gonna be living on leftovers for about the next week.
June 10th, 2025 at 12:15 am
I agree that beer is good–good for you in moderation anyway! pasta with pesto and asparagus, yum!!