Ah, we had the Grandpas over last night. Yep, Grandpas Duck and New York. That would be the Ogre's Human Grandfather and the Ogre's Ogre Father, thank you very much.
Nana New York is off teaching humans how to be organized in D.C. and I get to be an example of either a person who uses a planner or what can go wrong when a person depends too heavily on a planner.
Not sure exactly how I fit in, but uh, these photos were used in the planner lesson. I love my planner necklace, it really helps with planning and not losing my planner behind the oven.
Anyway, my cooking is questionable at best. So I was very glad that my buddy Deborah and I had recently gone to Super Suppers in Portage. I was able to trick the Grandpas into thinking that I was in fact a Gourmet cook. We had the Asian Flank Steak. Yes, the same Asian Flank Steak that caused me to jump off the Vegetarian cart and eat the darn Ox pulling it. Am I embarrassed when my Vegetarian Times magazine arrives in my mailbox? Yes. Yes, I am.
I have also had to redouble my recycling and energy saving efforts in my home to make up for, well, the future insane beef consumption I plan on doing. And the Ogre thought the house was cold at 65 degrees last year (that's 18 for my Metric friends.)
Well now, the dessert I didn't pick that up there. I again tried to Poison them with an attempt at baking. But it was poisoning with love. I am sure that won't hold in court. But they ate it, and I think they're ok. I ate it too. I think the Ogre fed his to the dog, and well, the dog's not in great shape anyway, so that might not be good. I hope my baking is like arsenic and they build up a tolerance to it and it all ends up ok. Or, I gradually become a really great baker and, yeah, I just hope I don't send anyone to the emergency room.
On the knitting front...you can't polish a turd. Or actually, I took what was a really pretty Noro Gem stone, and inserted my turdish sewing ability into it.