Hi readers. Thanks for the visit.
It’s been almost a year since that old Kenmore dropped into my life.
I hate to think I’m becoming addicted to modern conveniences, but here’s my back yard today. It’s been and is still a blessing I have to stop and take a deep breath when allow myself to appreciate it fully, the gestalt, I mean.
I never found a wringer, so there are tricks to it I’ve gradually learned, and will gladly unlearn sometime if I ever locate a wringer at the right price.
In some ways that qualifies as a blessing associated with the whole hauling-water experience. A person finds himself experimenting with all manner approaches to personal cleanliness honing down the amount of water required. For instance, it’s actually about 1/3 gallon less water than the pump-up insecticide sprayer to shower using one-gallon orange juice jugs left out in the sun. Just pouring enough to wet down, scrub down, and rinse.
I’d actually be about a gallon cheaper if I cut my hair, which I’ve considered because the water required to rinse shampoo out afterward. But my hair hasn’t been cut since Y2K and I hate to bust into a winning streak taking chances of that sort.
But I wanted to tell you about couscous. I’d never heard of the stuff, but at the HEB store they offered a package coupon deal including it. Bought a bag of farm raised fish filets imported Vietnam, got all manner of other things free.
Got out my magnifying glass to make sure it didn’t have MSG in it, then eventually made myself fix it. Herbal chicken couscous. Doctored it up with ginger and curry, chopped some onion into it, added chopped jalapeno.
Sheeeeeeeze that stuff’s good.
Instant addiction. Next time I’m in town I’m going to see what it costs. If it’s reasonable I think I might find myself chowing down on couscous a couple of times a week.
Old dog, new tricks, instant addiction.
So it goes.