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‘Well, I’d Leave That Table Hungry’

I’ve been slaving away every night cooking PT meals, so Tuesday night I put my foot down and told him he is making me dinner or else I was walking.

PT Checking His Recipe

PT Checking His Recipe

For some reason he took me at my word and came home with bags of groceries! Delicious groceries. Perfect, amazing groceries.

PT Being PT

PT Being PT

For some reason PT’s first instinct when I am about to take a picture is to give himself a beard or mustache. Today’s mustache is made of fennel fronds!

His menu? Herb and sesame scallops with fennel and orange salad with a side of roasted brussel sprouts. Holla!

Scallops A-Cookin'

Scallops A-Cookin'

This Dinner Called for Candles

This Dinner Called for Candles

It was amazing! The scallops were cooked perfectly, the brussel sprouts roasted while we made everything else. The fennel salad was great, and I’ve never even had fennel before.

So sure, I make Roasted Potatoes, Veggies, and Beans, and Homemade Tuna Helper, and he makes fancy scallops and fennel salad. He is always outdoing me! It would be annoying if I wasn’t reaping all the benefits.

That isn’t what my grandpa thought, though! I told him about the meal PT made me for dinner and, you guessed it,  he laughed, ‘Well, I’d leave that table hungry.’

What? Scallops and fennel aren’t for everyone?!

I also have to leave you with a couple Pudge Rodriguez pictures.

Pudge Under the Tree

Pudge Under the Tree

Pudge loves hanging out under the tree. She also loves to eat the tree, and pull the ornaments off the tree and eat them.

Guess what is in that blue box!

Pudge in a Bag

Pudge in a Bag

Pudge wanted to come with me to knitting class! She was in one of my many bags I use to teach…

Doesn't Look Too Comfortable, Pudgey!

Doesn't Look Too Comfortable, Pudgey!

… for a really long time! Crazy kitty!

Ok enough about Pudge. She is just so cute it is hard not to take pictures of her!

Near Failure

So, World Wide Knit in Public Day? I’m at New Wave, watching it rain, blogging. Seriously bummer, considering two days ago the weather report was calling for a beautiful knitting outside day. But, I’m here, just in case anyone shows up, which I’m doubting. The Logan Square Knitting Meetup is here, knitting away, so I feel good that the community is represented.

And I haven’t had a chance to blog too much this week because of how crappy I’ve felt. Today? Feeling good! This is easily the best I’ve felt in over a week. I worked out yesterday, and last night my body gave out right around 10, which isn’t normal. This morning I got a workout in and am hoping I don’t collapse until I want to. But, I’m so over it. I’m done being sick. So I’m going to act normal and hope my body catches up.

Muffin Club

Muffin Club

Friday morning, like last week, PT and I got up early and baked some muffins. I hadn’t been grocery shopping in quite a while, so I really had to scrape the bottom of the barrel with these. I had a can of peaches, no eggs, no brown sugar, and didn’t want to use oil, so basically I mixed together flour, sugar, cinnamon and ginger, a can of peaches with the juice, and apple sauce, and out came these. They were ridiculously heavy, but seriously delicious! I wouldn’t give them to anyone by any means, but with my recipe limitations, I’m pretty proud of these peach muffins.

Lori and Gil showed up! Hurrah! Knitting in Public Day is not a total bust!

Spicy Scallops

Spicy Scallops

Last night’s dinner was almost a total bust. Apparently I can’t be trusted to season anything, because, yet again, I made the sauce for these scallops way too spicy. What is wrong with me? I swear I used like a quarter of a jalapeno! But, I love scallops so much that I sucked it up and ate them.

Velma, Up in my Grill

Velma, Up in my Grill

I got some ice cream to calm down my tongue, and Velma was all over it. She has never been interested in ice cream before, and doesn’t usually care at all about people food, like Pudge Rodreguez, so we had to take a picture. Before I slapped her. ‘Get away from my ice cream, bitch!’