May 6th, 2007

bear by san

sunday morning with cat v. monkey

12:01 am:

Cat:
Monkey? Monkey, where arrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you?
Monkey: *huddles under covers, trying to look invisible*
Cat: Moooooooooooooooooooonkeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Monkey: Oh, for the love of... I'm in bed. Don't wake the neighbors.
Cat: THERE you are! I finded you!
Monkey: *scritches*
Cat: I will sleep on your hand. And as your reward, you may scritch me.
Monkey: I saw that one coming.

7:12 am:
Cat: Monkey! You're oversleeping!
Monkey: Am not.
Cat: Are too.
Monkey: Am not.
Cat: *digs around monkey's head on the pillow*
Monkey: *rolls over to face the wall*
Cat: Hey! No fair!
Monkey: *snoozes*
Cat: *walks over monkey's head to get in between her face and the wall*
Monkey: *snoozes*
Cat: *digs at covers*
Monkey: *catches cat's paws*
Cat: *pulls paw free, digs at covers*
Monkey: *catches cat's paws*
Cat: Hey! *digs at covers*
Monkey:  *catches cat's paws*
Cat: *grabs monkey's paw*
Monkey: Hey! No claws!
Cat: *innocent expression*
Monkey: *wraps cat up in blankets*
Cat: *vacates bed!*
Monkey: WIKTORY!

7:14 am:
Cat: (from doorway) Are you awake, then?
Monkey: *gets up* pretty much alltogether, yeah.
Cat: Oh, good, then you can feed me.
Monkey: Dream on. I'm going for a walk.
Cat: (scandalized) biPED!


284.4 miles to Rivendell....

muppetology cooking Bork! Bork! Bork!

fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish.

PTSD Kelly really is rather unconvincing. Sorry, Mr. Culp.
The phrase "Patron Saint of Silence" is getting into a story, though.

In other news, lime chili tilapia? OMG yum. And incredibly easy.

One takes a pound of tilapia fillets, lays them flat to cover the bottom of a cast iron skillet, and sprinkles over a spice mixture consisting of a half teaspoon of ginger, a quarter teaspoon of red pepper, a few grinds of black pepper, and a quarter teaspoon of kosher salt. Add one teaspoon of olive oil and squeeze over the juice of one lime.

350 degree oven until done, about ten or fifteen minutes. I'd probably serve it over rice, so the juice has something to soak into.

You might be able to feed three with this, if you're prepared for a knife fight at the table.



can't sleep books will eat me

Book report #38: Barbara Hambly, Dead Water



The eighth and (possibly?) final Benjamin January mystery, and one of the better ones. I'd been underwhelmed by a couple of the mid-series offerings, but this one represents a return to form. Ben's bit of knowledge that provides the eventual solution to the mystery might represent a bit too much of a coincidence, but I'm willing to forgive it because the book's secondary mystery is much more compelling.

And I was quite smug with myself for figuring it out as early as I did.

Well-written*, well-characterized, well-researched, and entertaining. I did miss Abishag Shaw, however. He's been absent far too much, of late, although additional Hannibal is always welcome. (Lately, he's becoming Hannibal The Boy Murder Suspect a bit much, though.)

*although she does violate the global ban on "was violently sick."