Last night, I made good use of the left-over Christmas wine (and champagne). A little garlic; a little butter. Saute over a flame…wait, I don’t believe in a little garlic. I believe in a LOT of garlic. It doesn’t sound as artsy, but it more closely represents to truth. OK, where was I? Garlic, butter, white wine, shrimp. Yup, it was yummy. And I tried it because I wasn’t eating raw yesterday–I’m back to raw (with a Weston-Price twist) again today.
Last night, we had family painting and drawing night. I think DH wanted to boycott at first, but we really need a design for our back yard and front yard, so we adults had our work cut out for us. I was glad to structure us away from the ever-present tube. You know, I’ve learned so much from Rome. I always thought it was called the boob tube because one sits in front of it as if nursing — seemingly taking in everything that it says. But no, he explained to me that it was called that because of the shape of the old tubes–there was part of the tube that was very boobish. Who knew? Anyhow, Rome says we can’t call our current TV a boob tube because it doesn’t have a tube.
I’ll try to comply.
This morning, Kate and I did water colors–which is what we’ve done for about 4 days now. Today, however, I was not allowed to do dishes or cook while she played. I had to paint too, or she was going to complain about anything her little two year old mind could come up with–which is a lot. So, at her request, I did Mickey and Donald (I’m telling you in case you think I painted a Rorschach test). Kate did some lovely stuff which looks like a Monet if I squinch my eyes up.
