Last night, I went out with iGrrrl, co-workers and a previous co-worker. I had a fantastic time, and it was really, really good to see my previous office-mate. She's in a much more corporate environment now, and I think she appreciates more the silliness and strangeness of our office.
Tonight, I'm going to stay home and cook for myself. I get really tired of restaurant food after just a couple of days. It's the one thing I don't much like about vacationing in B&Bs or hotels. When I was a kid, we camped and cooked on our campstove or grill, and we always had at least one meal of charred hotdogs and marshmallows. It was cheaper and tastier than eating out every meal.
Today, I went outside in the daylight without sunglasses. I think the eye infection is almost 100% better.
I walked the dogs to the groomer this morning. I may have talked about this before, but the cool thing about this groomer is that he sets up a gate in his shop and gives the dogs the freedom to wander around, play with other dogs, or whatever. They get their baths and pedicures and such and then they get to play again (no dryers or quick in-and-out, let's get as many through as possible attitudes). It makes it much more relaxing for the dogs, I think.
When we got to the shop, we had to wait a couple of minutes for the guy to come to open up. As soon as Rusti, the Jack Russell, saw Joe, the owner, she started wiggling all over, wagging her tail and trying to go to him. Rocky was less than thrilled about being left, especially for a bath. The difference in the two dogs' attitudes and personalities is just amazing.
I just picked up the dogs and they're tired out and happy and they smell of doggie perfume. They apparently had a blast, playing and enjoying the place. The guys were laughing about Rusti howling at the fire truck that went by.
I just heard from my brother the cop that he's being promoted to detective. Hooray for him! No more being a street cop, wearing a uniform and getting bitten by recalcitrant perps.
I'm learning as I get older that I like some foods I swore I'd never like when I was a kid. Collard greens, for instance, are delicious, as are turnips when cooked properly. I'll never like green peas as a side dish, but they're fine in stews and stir-fries and such. What I'm interested in next is liver. My mom never made beef liver, as far as I can recall, but she loved fried chicken livers. I absolutely hated them, and eventually, she stopped making them for my brothers and me because we made such a fuss about it (and we weren't otherwise particularly picky eaters). I really like pork liver pate and liver pudding (a sort of spicy pork liver sausage).
What I want from you is your favorite liver recipe. I don't think I want to try frying chicken livers, but if you have other suggestions of things to do with the livers of animals (besides what I currently do with the ones that come inside of chickens, which is to boil them, cut them into small pieces and divide them between the dogs and the cat).
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