now we ded from party

Jon and I attended my kid sister Amy's 21st birthday bash last night, where we "busted a move" as I believe you young people say. I amused myself with the thought that Frank and Tim had got my Kiss records out and were cutting the rug themselves at home. Little did I suspect that what they were actually doing was jimmying the bedroom door open, which promptly closed behind them, trapping them without food water or kitty litter for an unknown number of hours. I must inspect the corners for pee, but out of respect for Jon's post-frug nap I'll wait until later.

21st birthday parties have changed a bit since my youth. They never did play Nutbush City Limits or Love Shack. They did play an enormously fast remix of Superstition during which I think I broke something.

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This afternoon I have made enchilada sauce, lavender rice pudding, and fennel, carrot and navy bean soup (in the slow cooker, using fennel and carrot stock made of scraps). I'm on a mission to use up all the stuff I bought from Herbie's, starting with the sumac, lavender, and whole ancho chiles. I'm on a general mission to cut our food bill by eating what's in the cupboards instead of wandering about buying whatever stuff happens to catch my eye. There's a lot of orzo which needs destroying.

Kate draws a parallel

1963: I'm a Woman

2004: Milkshake

Administrative note

I'm de-friends-only-ing some harmless postings from the very beginning of this journal. Boring stuff about jetlag, health, and food. Beware of language.