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Tried out my new pressure-cooker multi-pot.
Filled up my freezer with chicken curry, black bean soup, easy lasagna and rice. Ate the barbecue.
Three hours later, tasted the broth and it was horrible! Added more onions, celery, garlic, white wine and chicken bouillon powder, which sort of defeats the purpose of going to the bother of making real chicken stock from scratch, but. . .
Cut up my first papaya of the season from the tree I’ve been waiting to ripen for three months!
Washed and dried the second papaya of the season and put in out to dry and ripen.
Turned the flame off on the burner under the rice by mistake and luckily came back into the kitchen and smelled gas before it blew up.
Opened a file of old poems and rewrote one and posted it.
Let the cats in.
And Kukla immediately made herself comfortable on the chair where I was working .
When I shooed her off the chair, she decided to go out again,
and while I was letting her out, Ollie jumped up on my chair!
When I shooed Ollie off my chair, he wanted to go out and Kukla came back in.
Then minutes later, went out.
It occurred to me that perhaps they wanted to be fed again, but since they’ve been leaving their catfood uneaten for the past few days, I decided to try to feed them dog food.
Which doesn’t seem to work any better than the cat food. Kukla was driven to condescending to her dry food.. Go figure. Dogs consider cat food a luxury. The reverse seems not to be true. But, at least the chicken stock is starting to smell really good!
Nearly 2 a.m. now and Forgottenman says it’s time to go to bed. I’ll use this as an excuse to free you from a longer recital of my day’s labors. What did you do during your first day of voluntary isolation??? Stay safe. See you tomorrow. (Uh, later today, I guess.)