I like peasant food.
Simple things, like nuts, cheese and apple, cheese and bread, grapes and cheese...squirrel food essentially. I like creating soups and stews with random things. I like oatmeal. All peasant food.
On tonight's menu is beer stew with french bread. It smells miraculous, and would be even better if it was bitterly cold out, with gusty winds and shit flying by my window, like small animals and scrawny helpless children.
But alas, it's 19, and sunny, and the winds are gusting at roughly 50k (figure it out yourselves, americans)
We were allegedly supposed to get a weather bomb yesterday, which the Weathernetwork once again lied to me about, got my hopes up, and not a shred of destruction to be spotted. I even slept with my blind all the way up in anticipation of being awoken in the wee hours of the morning by a tree snapping in half and breaking through the side of someone's house. But no. Nothing happened.
To be fair, it is windy out, but not the 80-100K they promised/lied about. What can you do? We are owed a storm, since summer offered us nothing.
I was in the mall yesterday buying a hairpeice for Halloween. I'm being a renaissance queen and the costume is brilliant, albeit 2 sizes too big. It's rented and a size 2, and it hangs off me and makes me look like a house. It has a crown and I've been fiddling around with make up for it. I am tres excited.
While I galavanted around the mall i stopped by North by Northwest and spotted a pair of snowpants. They were $75. Yay for being small and wearing children's wear sometimes. I must get them soon before someone else does and I'm forced to pay regular people prices.
I just remembered that I need to get blood taken for TGH sometime this week. And I could barely get out of bed this morning (distraughtness due to lack of weather bomb notwithstanding) because I felt like a zombie. It was then that I realized I forgot to do my injection yesterday and as a result must do 2 today.
If i remember.