Sunday, December 29, 2019

Sunday, Suckday

It was a Sunday if you spell Sunday with shaped gloomy clouds of gray that occasionally drip their Sunday gray, gloomy glop onto the ground.
Know what I mean?
I made biscuits and grits this morning with eggs whose yolks were as yellow as sunflowers, no, actually, yellower. More like chrysanthemums whose spicy scent reminds me of Homecoming and a boy named Marty who was my date and he brought me a corsage that he pinned to the front of my maroon dress that was so pretty and I wonder where it went to.
Dress heaven, I suppose. But the memory is eternal and one whiff of a chrysanthemum brings it right back which is a sort of magic, isn't it?
So yes, that yellow and the biscuits were not my best.
Here's a huge cooking failure I made: a marinade for venison jerky.
Ugh. Yuck. It was terrible!
The other night while I was cooking supper, right in the midst of all the chopping and stirring and sauteing, Mr. Moon was making up two different marinades and asked me to make one and I was too busy but trying to be helpful and I remembered that horrible-sounding recipe for meatballs where you mix grape jelly and chili sauce and cook the meatballs in it in a crockpot and it's so awful-wonderful, even if you use vegetarian meat balls. I didn't have any grape jelly but I had blackberry and I had chili sauce and within minutes I presented a concoction to my husband that included not only those two things but also soy sauce and a sort of sweet Siracha.
Mmmm....
No.
Just no.
I have apologized to my man and to the poor deer.
I wonder if Sammy the dog would even eat that jerky.
I doubt it.

Anyway, I have forgiven myself and I went out to the garden today to try and atone for my sins and to make myself feel better and I weeded for a few hours and all that did was make me not want to be weeding and then I came in and took a shower and read for awhile. And now I do feel more cheerful for no discernible reason but perhaps it's because it's dark now and I can't see the gloom so I don't feel quite as much doom.
Also, I have picked another salad's worth of baby greens (no longer micro, now baby) and I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to that.

All right. Big news.
I got this for Christmas.


Yes. Yes. I got everything for Christmas.
But do you know what that is? It's a, well, here's an Amazon ad for it.


That pretty much explains it all. 
It's a jar lid opener and it is amazing. I highly recommend it. It easily breaks the vacuum seal on a jar lid so that you can just screw the lid off with little to no effort. 
Forget all of those other ridiculous jar lid openers. (Google jar lid opener and see what I mean.)
Get yourself a JarKey. In your favorite fun color! 

You are welcome. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. And as always, I am not getting one cent from any company, not even the JarKey company but just like Jesus, I do these things for love. 






29 comments:

  1. Thank you for making me chuckle.

    That marinade does sound disgusting.

    We took Katie out this morning. I cut her hair. We had lunch. It was all good. She's so happy now. I am so thankful.

    This afternoon I cooked black bean dal and karahi chicken. I'm hoping they test good and like home. One of our rads is leaving and we're having a lunch for him. He was born in Pakistan so thought I would give it a try. We'll see.

    That JarKey looks good. I have the big guy for my jars but he's not always available.

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    1. Well, it WAS disgusting.
      Your black bean dal and chicken sound wonderful though.

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  2. l love your homecoming/chrysanthemum memory.....isn't it funny how your eyes and nose can specifically bring back a memory like that? Kitchen fails are rare for you,.... I love the meatballs with grape jelly and salsa.....but for you....I think the soy was the no-no...... I'm certain the deer and Mr Moon both have already forgiven and forgotten
    Susan M

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    1. Well, Mr. Moon will never forget although he's forgiven me. The deer? She's dead so...
      Sigh.

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  3. I now open jars with a self invented opener, both halves of which I had to buy. First I bought a lid unscrewer from Amazon. Then I bought a second one, to hold the bottom of the jar because the damn arthuritis hurts so much to hold the jar with one hand and unscrew with the other. It works fine; but if one half breaks, I'll be getting one of those gizmos.

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    1. You can just use a bottle opener or stick a knife tip under the lid and lift up. Whatever breaks the vacuum will work. That little jar key is just so easy.

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  4. Heh, like Jesus. You're right, Jesus wouldn't monetise his blog. And he'd have lots of giveaways, like Oprah.

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    1. Right? Oprah and Jesus. I'm just like them. Except I don't give away anything but my words.

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  5. I liked "it made me not want to be weeding". Too funny and very true, those highs or epiphanies that are supposed to happen with honest toil and don't seem to!

    Very glad I found your blog.

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    1. It often works for me- this kneeling in the dirt and digging and weeding and planting and pulling but yesterday, it just didn't.
      I'm glad you found me too. Please feel welcome! And thank you for commenting.

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  6. Found one of those jar keys at a second hand store. Use it on every jar, so awesome, such ease... After Christmas lunch at my mom's where she cried privately and said sorry for not doing more I told her we would bring pizza next year and that she had done all the doing she needed to and could be finished with it all. I know I'm ready to be finished with it. But the day was good and now the storm has started, I wonder how many inches of snow we'll get. Cheers from Vermont

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    1. That was so sweet of you to tell your mama that she'd done enough. Sometimes we just need to be told that.
      So- I'll tell you- you've done enough!
      Good luck with the snow!

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  7. Sometimes you crack me up, and these days, that's hard to do. Wishing you a wonderful day tomorrow.

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  8. How funny that as soon as I read your line "chrysanthemums whose spicy scent reminds me of Homecoming", I immediately pictured myself in my pom-pom uniform performing at half-time on the football field with a giant, ribboned chrysanthemum on my shoulder. Laughed--considering that was 50+ years ago. Would be even funnier if I tried that today...though I can still kick relatively high without falling down. :)

    And thanks for the jar key idea. Throwing glass jars on the floor in frustration hasn't been working terribly well for me.

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    1. Until you get one, a bottle opener does the job perfectly ;)

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    2. "Throwing glass jars on the floor in frustration hasn't been working terribly well for me."
      And that made ME laugh.
      And Jo- you're right. A bottle opener will work and so will a knife tip but this is perhaps safer. And such pretty colors!

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  9. i smack the jars with the wine opener!

    xxalainaxx

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  10. we are inventive little apes. the flood just ruined my veggie garden and I haven't had the energy or determination to reclaim it. what's left of the raised beds are so full of johnson grass and nut grass that there is no reclaiming it.

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    1. I hear you. Gardens are full-time. And sometimes, we just can't.
      Or don't make it a priority. Which is absolutely fine.

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  11. I have that opener in blue and it also works as a percussion instrument. And you can twiddle it about in fury while on the phone to some irritating caller.

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    1. I'll have to try those! Thanks, dear Sabine!

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  12. I must get that opener. I have the weakest, lamest, inflamed tendons in my hands and wrists. I could not even do weeding anymore, so you're ahead of the game there, missy. Sorry about that epic jerky fail -- I've had my share of epic fails. Twelve jars of tomato chutney that were so over laden with vinegar that nothing could save them. After all that work...well, you know.

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    1. Yes. I do know.
      Dammit.
      Well, live and learn. Hopefully.
      My left wrist wakes me up every night. Aging sucks.

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  13. I've never heard of a jarkey but it seems useful. Gotta love a good, utilitarian Christmas present!

    I like the smell of chrysanthemums. Most people seem to think they smell pretty bad, kind of medicinal, but I dig it.

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