Are Things Looking Up?

They just may be. We didn't end up getting a ticket at all, and our neighbors were kind enough to give us a jump. (The car, that is--not the kind of "getting jumped" that you, and we, may have come to expect on this recent crime wave we've been surfing.) Otherwise, it's more or less business as usual. This morning we reaped the fruits of previous cooking days' labor by defrosting a few (OK, way too many) whole wheat waffles. We had slept in too late to make anything and we couldn't have cereal or smoothies because the second gallon of milk this week has gone sour a full 10 days before the expiration date. Maybe we need to check the temp on our fridge, or maybe it's just marinating in whatever bad karma we've been paying our dues on lately. And, by the way, this is not the gallon of sour milk that we made into pancakes and then subsequently into cauliflower soup that Matt made me promise I would not blog about, in the interest of preserving what small readership we have; no, if you count that, this is the third gallon of milk we've had go bad in oh, about a month. Now that I put it that way, maybe this does bear some investigation. Of course, this is coming from the person who didn't recognize a wholly unreasonably quantity of ground pepper when it was staring her in the face (multiple times). The Mexican casserole did turn out wonderfully, by the way--despite the other sumptuous goodies that we eat on a regular basis, it caused Matt to wonder, "Why do we ever eat anything but this?" What can I say, it's a crowd-pleaser.