Smelling Ginger, Habaneros, and Curry
Let's see... Weekend of the 3rd, we finally made it to MDRF on Sunday. Unbelievable weather, it was. Short trip, we were there from 1100 to about 1600. Still, we made it. I was contemplating going in garb, and then decided I didn't want to have to do wool laundry for Henricus. So, went in 21st C. Did a bit of shopping, saw many friends, caught some music. On Monday morning, the cold I'd been dealing with switched to coughing, so I called in contagious.
At work, this month's fun-n-games (aka "morale builder") is Departmental Survivor. I found a couple of clues (challenges are scavenger hunts), but never having watched the show, I didn't get much of the hoopla. Maybe I can vote myself off the "island". [ETA] One other reason why I was a bit toasted, this past Sunday and Monday. Was helping to marshal a rally, then stuck around till about 1930 to help get the attendees back on their buses.
This past weekend, A. was at a mini-reunion of her college class, down in Williamsburg. This meant that I had to cut my participation in School of the Musketeer down to a short-ish day trip. Had to get back north after my classes, to feed and care for Hawkeye. I taught one session of period (17th C) medicine, and one of Cannon Drill 101. Both classes were very well received, and I had a blast teaching 'em.
Sunday was cooking day -- Irish Pot Roast in the crockpot. Monday, about all I was good for was grocery shopping, lugging laundry, and making Shrimp Scampi. Last night was roll-your-own for dinner, so my kitchen activities encompassed West African Ginger "Beer" (it's a flat infusion, not a beer); drying the second picking of my peppers; and doing the cutting, chopping, and spice grinding for the crock of Moghul Chicken Curry that I started this AM. Screw cooking, tomorrow. I'm going to nuke a previously-frozen dinner of Pork Panang. The pepper crop's in the jar, and I don't want to actually cook from scratch until Saturday.
Piccies (Pics link to my Pbase albums):
Peppers
MDRF
School of Musketeer
At work, this month's fun-n-games (aka "morale builder") is Departmental Survivor. I found a couple of clues (challenges are scavenger hunts), but never having watched the show, I didn't get much of the hoopla. Maybe I can vote myself off the "island". [ETA] One other reason why I was a bit toasted, this past Sunday and Monday. Was helping to marshal a rally, then stuck around till about 1930 to help get the attendees back on their buses.
This past weekend, A. was at a mini-reunion of her college class, down in Williamsburg. This meant that I had to cut my participation in School of the Musketeer down to a short-ish day trip. Had to get back north after my classes, to feed and care for Hawkeye. I taught one session of period (17th C) medicine, and one of Cannon Drill 101. Both classes were very well received, and I had a blast teaching 'em.
Sunday was cooking day -- Irish Pot Roast in the crockpot. Monday, about all I was good for was grocery shopping, lugging laundry, and making Shrimp Scampi. Last night was roll-your-own for dinner, so my kitchen activities encompassed West African Ginger "Beer" (it's a flat infusion, not a beer); drying the second picking of my peppers; and doing the cutting, chopping, and spice grinding for the crock of Moghul Chicken Curry that I started this AM. Screw cooking, tomorrow. I'm going to nuke a previously-frozen dinner of Pork Panang. The pepper crop's in the jar, and I don't want to actually cook from scratch until Saturday.
Piccies (Pics link to my Pbase albums):
Peppers
MDRF
School of Musketeer