I also went by LL Bean and got the world's best fleece. As the ad says, it's perfect for jogging and walking, especially since it's apparently never going to be warm enough to wear, you know, short sleeves.
A few weeks ago, I got a gentle leader head collar for Rocky. After an experience where he pulled me down trying to get away from a dog, I decided I needed a bit more control. It's incredible, so Thursday night, I got one for Rusti, the 17-pound Jack Russell terrier, who can't quite get it through her thick skull that I'm the one in charge here. The disrespect, like pooping on my floor, is simply not acceptable. So now, with the gentle leader, it's very easy to get her to understand that I'm in charge, and as Cesar says, becoming pack leader starts on walks.
Today, Rusti, Rocky and I went on a walk. The sun was out, it was almost warm, and we had a great time. Within minutes, Rusti was walking at heel and sitting when I stopped. It was one of the most pleasant walks we've ever had. +1 will continue to use.
iGrrrl got me a subscription to Cook's Illustrated for Christmas. It's amazing, especially since cooking has become a sort of creative outlet for me. When I'm in the midst of creating a meal -- or, to some degree, planning a meal -- I don't focus on all the shitty stuff that floats through my head on a regular basis. It's all about the food.
Tonight, I made a recipe from this month's issue of Cook's Illustrated -- the Mexican pulled pork. It took all afternoon, pretty much, because the pork is braised for a couple of hours, then the broth is reduced to a glaze, then the pork, with glaze is broiled. There wasn't a tremendous amount of hands-on stuff to do, but I made guacamole and refried beans with chipotle (I made a whole pound this time from dried beans, rather than the single can I made last time), and Mexican fried rice.
One day, I'm going to learn how to make my own tortillas.
The pork was incredible. It was highly flavorful and melt-in-your mouth tender. I tend to shy away from most pork recipes, but in the name of all that's holy, this was incredible. It was worth asking the butchers at Whole Foods to cut me a pork butt special.
I was shopping at EMS the other day, and I found some Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap, which triggered a memory of a Fresh Air interview with the woman who made a documentary of Dr. Bronner and his family. It was $3.00, so I picked up a bottle mostly out of curiosity. I quite like the soap, but there's something about the smell that's been bugging me. Something just on the edge of my memory. It's a pleasant smell, but I couldn't quite place it.
Tonight, it came to me. Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap smells like clean, minty-fresh vagina.
Tonight, Torchwood on BBC America. I'm not sure what episode, but there's some sort of weird circus, and I so want the evil ringmaster's stovepipe hat. Tomorrow, church, and another Cook's Illustrated recipe. Monday, a day off, assuming my work-world doesn't explode. I plan to garden.
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