After a long, long, long, long, long break in blogging and doing these (November 2018!), this is technically my 84th “12 of 12.” A Saturday.
(Some of these have a * in them in places. I have some future blog posts about the nature of those…)
7:17am: On days the Husbear gets up early, he lets the dogs upstairs and they jump on the bed. Where I’m trying to sleep. Still. Pandora* likes to snuggle up to me. She usually sticks her snout in my armpit, but since that was under the covers this morning…
9:21am: The morning cleaning of the CPAP* mask ritual. Over a year now and I still have to set a reminder to do it*…
10:38am: I’m not sure what they did, but they look guilty…
11:53am: The current state of the fridge and freezer. This week the Husbear had to start a low-FODMAP diet for the next 8 weeks, so I had to go through and figure out what qualified. This is going to be a challenge. For the both of us.
12:30pm: Shopping for that “challenge”. Day three and at least I’m not having a nervous breakdown in the store like the last two days.
2:48pm: The never ending story. Not to be confused with the novel with a similar title.
3:32pm: Another trip back to the grocery. Because I picked up the incorrect type of gluten free flour. Who knew? Now I do. Luckily the grocery is only 4/10s of a mile from the house. Because technically I’m not supposed to be driving*.
4:53pm: Mise en place done and starting to cook. Something I’ve been doing since March thanks to COVID-19*. I should really stop watching cooking shows…
5:33pm: My first low-FODMAP dish from scratch: Chicken Alfredo Pasta Bake. Much to my surprise, the Husbear loved it.
6:40pm: And… time to do the dishes. Something else I’ve been doing by hand for a wee bit now.
7:37pm: Would this qualify as meta? A picture of my writing this post?
11:22pm: Watching my favorite series…
Until next time...