One day just seems to flow into the next. Nothing much has been happening lately, just keep putting one foot in front of the other and preparing...I guess I'm preparing for winter. That's what it feels like, filling the storehouse, filling the wood shed, filling the barns...storing, storing, storing. I am a squirrel.
|I like this one. An old wood stove for a belly.|
|From that show on cable, Duck something ??|
|Cute, but he's no Johnny Depp|
This was our dinner last night. I found a recipe online and wanted to give it a try. I didn't follow the recipe completely, but as is common for me, it gave me a good general idea and I did my own thing. It's called pasta with pesto cream sauce. I used spaghetti because that's what I had on hand, bottled pesto because I had no fresh basil, half and half because it's less fattening than heavy cream, and half the recommended butter. I also added 3 fresh tomatoes from the garden because it sounded good. It was. Delicious, in fact. The sauce was initially a little runny, probably from those juicy tomatoes. We'll eat the leftovers tonight along with andouille/beer sausages cooking in the crock pot. I took a peak and overnight the pasta soaked up all that wonderful sauce. Should be even better tonight. Yum!
After dinner, this is what happened...Ruby was a total snuggle bunny. My hubby had worked hard cleaning out our wood shed and reorganizing it for winter. He and Ruby promptly fell asleep.
She caught me taking pictures, and gave me one of her famous "looks". Pretty much says, "go away mom".
And as is usual, Annie was quite content to have her end of the couch. These dogs lead a rough life. *snort*
Comcast guys just showed up to give us new telephone/broadband service, so I gotta go.