Today's lunch

Red cabbage slaw (mixed with chopped cranberries and tossed with a combination of orange juice, rice vinegar and sugar); quinoa timbales [quinoa and cornmeal cooked in water/orange juice mixture with a little chopped onion--shhhh, don't tell Delia--until liquid is absorbed, add orange zest, cinnamon, cumin, and chopped organic dried apricots; press into a container/mold sprayed with cooking spray (I used one of the small containers from my laptop lunchbox), and pop out of the mold immediately]; endamame and baby carrots; and one of my favorite lunchbox desserts: a mixture of cottage cheese and apple butter.

Argh, Persephone

It is dark gray and snowing hard outside my window. It's March 31st! Five to seven inches are expected. This is absolutely unacceptable.

As I saw remarked in metaquotes this week (quoting cjtremlett) if spring happens when Persephone leaves the underworld, Persephone and Hades must be having great sex this year.

Persephone, you brazen hussy, get out of bed--no, I don't care what he's doing to you and how good it feels, and I don't want to hear about his tongue and exactly where he's putting it--get your shameless little arse up here above ground, and get the spring started. Enough, already.

You can't eat until you get up here anyway. Aren't you getting hungry by now?

Writer's Block: Sick Day

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Having an absolutely legitimate reason to put down the burden of being She-Who-Is-Responsible-For-Everything.

Timbale Report

Report to the Timbale Quality Testing Team:

Delia reports that she sorta kinda likes quinoa. The texture was acceptable. It tasted okay. It looked okay. It smelled okay.

Does this mean that she ate the three timbales I gave her for dinner? Hah, foolish friends list, of course it does not. One was disemboweled into bits on her plate, and the other two were banished back to the refrigerator. The problem? It was the dried apricots I had minced VERY finely and mixed with the quinoa. "So dissect it," I said. "Eat the quinoa and leave the apricot bits on your plate."

Alas, the sad fact remained that parts of dried apricot had TOUCHED the surface of the quinoa. Quel horror! This was enough to render the entire timbale Taboo and Unacceptable and therefore Destined Only for Banishment To The Garbage.

All the rest of the timbales in this batch are mine.

Delia suggested hopefully that perhaps a future timbale, mixed with, say, cheese instead of the Dreadful Apricot, might be acceptable.

However, I have been led by the nose down this primrose path before of "Well, I might eat it if you'd only . . . " before and I remain deeply skeptical.

I remain,
your ob'dt servant,

(Ms.) Peg Kerr
Chief Cook and
Director, Timbale Testing Team