I'm ebay addicted.  I can't stop myself obsessively scanning it, for ever more ridiculous items.  Last week turned up a dacshund for rent, and of course my daily rounds of Blythe related searches, there's always something to buy and I have to physically stop myself from clicking.  It's such a rush.

Woobie came home today safely interred, the plaque looks beautiful, but I don't want to put him outside, I'm not ready yet.  Smartie wanted to know what was in there, and when I said "Big Woobie", he thought for a second and said "Not outside?" and I said "No he's all gone, finished, like Simba's daddy", and the wise old sage, all of 2 1/2 years old said, "Aaah yes" gravely patted the box and said "Goodbye Big Woobie".  Sometimes I think that child is a thousand years old.

Tayler and Dustin are fighting at the moment, like arguing in his room, sort of softly, in stage whispers, but I can mostly hear them, even when I try to block them out.  It's not that interesting, same old same old.  I just hope they don't have one of those silent patches, I kind of like having Dusty around and am always sorry when he doesn't drop around.

Last day of the week tomorrow, Good Friday is a holiday and so is Easter Monday - so no kids until Tuesday.  That also means it's pay day.  I bet Blondie's mum tries to pay for four days instead of five.  I'm getting very good at being firm with parents now, I mean for fuck's sake they turned up this morning at 7:05am - uh hello? your contract says 7:30am...and I still lazing around in my jammies having a coffee and looking all bed hair and no bra at 7:05am - thank you very much.  So she will damn well pay for 5 days - which she has to, and I'm going to add an hour to her bill for being early.  Late I don't  mind, but don't come early, it's just uncivilised.

I ate waaayyy too much dinner.  It's the biggest dinner I've eaten in months and months.  But it was sooo good.  I cooked "Barbara's lamb chops", giant crispy skin baked potatoes and chopped spinach (from a box), this would have to be one of our most favourite dinners in the world.  It's comfort food, but it's also pig food.  The lamb chops are those big ones - usually called BBQ lamb chops, then you get seasoned stuffing mix - breadcrumbs and herbs and stuff, mix it with water, tomato sauce (ketchup), and a little oil until it's wet and sort of doughy, then you put a layer of it on top of the chops - about 2cm thick - it really doesn't matter how thick, just mould it to cover the entire top of the chop, but if it's too thin it just burns cos the chops take awhile to cook, then you just put the chops in the oven on as hot as it can go and take them out when the stuffing is cooked and brown. 

I make the crispy potatoes by cooking them whole in the microwave first (about 10min), just in a plastic bag with a little water. Once they're cooked, just put them on the bottom shelf in the oven (make sure oven is well pre-heated), and cook them for as long as the chops stay in.  Because the potatoes are partially cooked from the microwave, the oven works all its magic on the skins, and those fellas come out with a thick, crispy shell and the potato is like mash inside.  I find that "sebago" potatoes work best - but any of the floury potatoes will do.  Then I just get one of those boxes of frozen, chopped spinach and microwave it, once the chops are cooked and resting.  This lets them get all juicy and taste tender, and gives me time to get the potatoes ready.  Score the tops, expose the mash inside, salt pepper, butter, cheese and sourcream, then serve the chops and spinach.  Then eat yourself silly.  When we were poor students, and lamb chops were the cheapest meat around, we used to eat this meal about once a week.  Now I think it's been about a year since I cooked it last - would you believe it, I usually think it's too much trouble.

I go to bed now.

posted by: blytheswideshut at March 23, 2005 22:28 | link | comments |

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