Here I Am Again

We left the sprinklers in the garden dripping last night to prevent burst pipes and that's what was left at one corner at around 4:30 this afternoon. It didn't get above freezing until pretty late in the morning which for us is like a Call Out The National Guard situation. 
I've stayed inside most of the day and have truly enjoyed that, just doing little housewifely things. I've got sourdough rising and a gumbo simmering.

I finally got to a chore that we all know and love which was straightening out and tidying up the leftover container cabinet. 

A year or so ago I went crazy and bought a bunch of "real" storage containers although I am still apt to hold on to the best of the perfectly good ones that come for free with ricotta cheese or sesame seeds or something in them. However, the clear glass and plastic ones have made my life a little easier, as I can see what's in them. 

So shall we talk about pheasant? 
Oh, y'all- I have to eat my words and I will absolutely eat pheasant whenever it finds its way into my kitchen. Mr. Moon cleaned the breasts so beautifully and made sure there was no buckshot in any of it which helped tremendously. I made my sauce with onions and garlic and a variety of mushrooms, wine, cream, and a little sour cream. I browned the salted breasts in butter and set them aside, made the sauce, and then put the meat back in the pan with it. I'd cooked some rice and served the sauce and meat over the rice and you know how I always joke when I bring in our meal at night saying, "Here's your gourmet clam spaghetti!" or "Here's your gourmet air-fried fish!"? Well, this WAS fucking gourmet and I made a beautiful simple salad from the garden to go with it and it was delicious. I am proud of that meal and it sure did make the man happy. 
I know I've told this story before but when Glen and I first started seeing each other he came over one evening and sat in my kitchen and plucked some ducks that he'd shot and I thought, "Oh my good Lord, who IS this man and what am I doing with him?" Like every good hippie, I had spent my years as a vegetarian and although I was eating some meat at that point, I'd never even considered eating something that had been plucked at my kitchen table. 
But this is to say that I knew what I was getting into from the very beginning and I chose to accept the fact that I was falling in love with an almost seven foot tall man who was a jock and who loved to hunt and fish. 
He was certainly a change from all of the other men I'd dated and the one I'd married and divorced and there was some minuscule part of me that was sane enough to realize that this was a good thing. 
Oh my. Now I'm getting all nostalgic and shit. 

What else happened today? Not much. Well, the roofers came back to finish up something that has a name but I don't remember what it was. I felt sorry for them all day long, out there in the cold. 

I found another ridiculous post on a Cozumel Facebook group. 

This cracked me up so much. Best places...in what way? On the water, in town, resort, hotel, Air BnB, condo? What's your budget? Unlimited or extremely limited? Are you traveling with children, old people, your swinger friends? Will you be on your honeymoon or are you a single who just wants to dive? Do you want all-inclusive or do your prefer to find your own meals? Do you want to MAKE your own meals? 
Oh god. 
My favorite comment on the post was, "Maybe challenge yourself to provide some parameters?" 

Perhaps I should start doing a daily "Best Cozumel Question on Facebook" thing. 
Yeah, probably not. 

And I guess that's about all I have to talk about today. Oh! I forgot to mention that I finished the Barbra Streisand book yesterday and it was odd to go about my life today without her voice in my ears. If asked how I'd liked the book I'd have to say that it was fine. I have a lot of respect for the woman but I don't think I'd want to be friends with her. My interest was not especially piqued. Her life is just so very, very different than anything I can imagine that it's impossible to relate to her. But I don't feel as if I wasted all of those hours listening to her read her memoir. It was entertaining. 
And yes, she did clone her favorite dog. 

As one does. 

Love...Ms. Moon