Saturday Random Stuff
I love October, but I don't love the chilly weather and how the drops in temperature cause Raynaud's Syndrome flare-ups, and I especially don't love the bombardment of horror movies, horror music and horror themes in general. I have nightmares about homicidal half-dead creatures frequently. When Adam isn't home I sleep with one of the bathroom lights on.
Halloween can be about horror, but for me Samhain is about death and life, and the connections between the living and the dead, and the harvest, and the turning of the season, and great feasts with bonfires, and apple magic, and dreaming stones, and meditation, and spices.
Our cats are picky about weird things. I roasted a chicken for dinner, and we took the liver and some other inner parts and cooked it all up to give to the cats, grinding and mashing it up with the immersion blender. It looked like gooshyfood and smelled like gooshyfood, but the cats kept looking from the plate to us with expressions of, "What the hell is this? This didn't come out of a can! I'm not eating this!" Which just makes me shake my head, because nine times out of ten, their canned food comes from stores that sell all-natural and organic pet food. We've tried feeding them chicken or steak that we ground up or blended, but they refused it and instead demanded whole pieces of chicken or steak. They will happily eat actual pieces of meat, but if we grind up said meat into something resembling canned cat food, they sniff it and walk away. So we gave them bits of white meat, and they licked the plate clean, and I took the untouched plate of blended chicken liver out back to the trees, so outdoor animals could enjoy it.
Adam and I made a date for dim sum brunch tomorrow. We invited our best friends friends. I haven't had dim sum in ages. It will be lovely.
Halloween can be about horror, but for me Samhain is about death and life, and the connections between the living and the dead, and the harvest, and the turning of the season, and great feasts with bonfires, and apple magic, and dreaming stones, and meditation, and spices.
Our cats are picky about weird things. I roasted a chicken for dinner, and we took the liver and some other inner parts and cooked it all up to give to the cats, grinding and mashing it up with the immersion blender. It looked like gooshyfood and smelled like gooshyfood, but the cats kept looking from the plate to us with expressions of, "What the hell is this? This didn't come out of a can! I'm not eating this!" Which just makes me shake my head, because nine times out of ten, their canned food comes from stores that sell all-natural and organic pet food. We've tried feeding them chicken or steak that we ground up or blended, but they refused it and instead demanded whole pieces of chicken or steak. They will happily eat actual pieces of meat, but if we grind up said meat into something resembling canned cat food, they sniff it and walk away. So we gave them bits of white meat, and they licked the plate clean, and I took the untouched plate of blended chicken liver out back to the trees, so outdoor animals could enjoy it.
Adam and I made a date for dim sum brunch tomorrow. We invited our best friends friends. I haven't had dim sum in ages. It will be lovely.