It’s about 10 degrees cooler today and I am happy and content. It’s supposed to rain tonight but it is looking clear outside so I am saying the meteorologist is wrong this time. (Remind me one time to post on what I believe is the biggest scam of all time. A bigger scam than Amway*, forecasting the weather.) It was a good day to putter and stay home. I made enough potato salad to feed 25 people. I have never made potato salad before and I have to say for my first try it was delicious. It had potatoes and eggs of course. I also added finely chopped celery, radishes and carrot. Also mayonnaise, yellow mustard, dijon mustard and horseradish. Butter was added to the potatoes before mashing. Also, a little bit of salt and pepper. I added the paprika later on because I completely forgot. So there ya go. Oh, I also made peach/orange kombucha.
I am feeling a little better. Thank you for all your comments. I do so love all of you. For those who don’t know the power of blogging it’s an impossible thing to explain. It’s like having a pen pal. But not just one, dozens of them all over the world. Having close friends that you have never actually met. For the most part, I don’t try to explain blogging to anyone anymore.
Here is a picture of a bee that was in my hanging basket today. She was there for over an hour.
And here is a picture of the tackiest, most gawd awful thing I own. Have I posted her before? She really is hideous and should never see the light of day but I just don’t have it in me to throw her out. Her name is Beulah. She is just less than a foot long and a about 6 inches high. She came all the way from Mexico. She was a gift for my dad and step-mom. They hated it but the person who gave it to them gave it to them as they were leaving and they had to carry it on the plane. When they got home they showed her to me and I about pitched a fit from laughing. My step-mom asked if I wanted her and I shouted a resounding yes before she even finished the sentence. My husband despises her. Well, everyone despises her except me. I think she needs to be my goddess. When I die my daughter can have her. She can be passed down through to the women. Until someone “accidentally ” smashes her. At that point, I will turn in my grave. Beulah will have met a sad and tragic end.
*is Anway still a thing? Remind me to post about the time I got into Amway. The weirdest fucking month of my life.