Ahhhhh, the weather is glorious today only reaching toward the eighties. It almost feels like early fall rather than the first week in August. Love it.
Our living room chair came in, so we picked it up today and that room is finished. Other than painting the ceiling in the kitchen and getting a replacement stove we are complete, for now. One is never truly complete until the universe is done with them or there’s a great sale at Macy’s, I’m thinking.
The larger items not sold at the garage sale I’ve posted on craigslist and several other sites. It’s great to have these free fingertip options to help you unload unwanted goods. Every time I post something on craigslist, I get replies from scammers. These guys (or ladies who knows) need to bring some ghost writers on board if they’re going to succeed at scamming anyone with an IQ over 24. Not only does each response have a similar vein running through it but they have the feel of someone hovering over a computer with an English translation dictionary trying to communicate with selected words and phrases.
The exact words from the most recent reply were as follows:
Kind of funny how things have work out because I have been wanting! Reply back quick because glad I didn not buy this in last month. Sooner better excellent portable bar in two stools. Eric.
Number one, I feel deeply this message is not from a gentlemen named Eric, and secondly how my bar got in two stools is a mystery worth exploring.
Scammers, hackers and con men are on the rise. Twice now I’ve had a credit card compromised and been issued a replacement. Metal credit card holders are becoming popular to prevent hackers from scanning your information through your wallet and it is suggested you hide the keypad when entering your pin at the market or wherever to prevent others from noting the code. Of the animal kingdom, it would seem we are the only species, and the highest ranked in the pecking order (at least according to us), who choose to prey on those of their own kind. Although, I must admit I watched a documentary the other night on chimps and was surprised to discover chimps actually hunt a particular type of monkey for food. After watching their behaviors it is not surprising they’re only one rung below us on the evolutional ladder.
Lately I seem drawn to documentaries, particularly with summer television fare being what it is. Reality shows are so prevalent one seems to bloom off the branch of another. The Bachelorette appeared on Good Morning America with her new choice for a mate after her original choice didn’t choose her, or something to that effect. In her words she said she needed the extra two weeks after the original disappointment to know what she really wanted, namely the second runner up. I’m sorry, it is probably me, but that makes about as much sense as Brittany Spears saying, “I get to go to lots of overseas places, like Canada.” If I was chosen in such a manner I certainly wouldn’t monogram my towels until we’d at least celebrated our ten-year anniversary.
Reality shows, popular with many viewers obviously, are not so much with me. I do not want to watch the gentlemen on Duck Dynasty compare their recent beard growth. What Kim Kardashian is up to means absolutely nothing in my world, although as a fellow being I hope she’s doing fine. If you ask most people why she is famous, they will refer to the adult video she made with the R&B singer, or she was friends with Paris Hilton.
So, for now, if I find myself with the remote in hand I will endeavor to search for something other than Honey Boo Boo making sketti or whatever that is, and steer clear of Temptation Island. The documentary on the chimp was fascinating and beautifully filmed. The story revolved around a young chimp, Oscar, losing his mother during a raid by another troop of chimpanzees challenging their territory. Females typically keep their youngsters close to them while they mature. It falls to mothers to teach their offspring how to hunt and survive. Without such guidance, like a human baby on a lesser scale, they will eventually succumb to predators, starvation or their environment. All the available females in this case had babies of their own. Shunned and alone Oscar struggles to take care of himself in the unforgiving jungle. Tough shelled nuts are a mainstay in chimps diets. Imitating humans they use stones or crude tools to crack the shells and harvest the nut meat. This is a learned behavior and without a mentor Oscar could locate the nuts but was unable to open them. In the end in an extremely rare gesture, the alpha male in the group took Oscar in and kept him as his own. It was sweet, with a little violence, but mostly an interesting peek into the lives of the members of the troop.
My other half would prefer a little more action, or perhaps a lot. He enjoys futuristic marauding androids, slithering reptilian gooey slathering things bursting forth from someone’s chest, and men with guns chasing men with bigger guns chasing gorgeous women. Guy flicks. When we go to the movies we have to take turns choosing. I took him to “The Heat” recently with Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy. It was hilarious. He was sure he wasn’t going to enjoy it, but he clucked so much when he got up to go get a soda I was sure I would find an egg in his seat.
Movies for me, when they are good, are the perfect escape. You can live vicariously through, and exchange your life for, the characters on the screen for a couple of dollars and a few hours. Old movies and new movies all captivate me, from To Kill a Mockingbird (my favorite) to Avatar. Some make me laugh, others cry, and still others keep me sitting on the edge of my seat. The best of the best sweep me up and allow my imagination to drive the train. Always I have been curious about performing but the closest I’ve ever gotten to summer stock was dropping a hen carcass in boiling water in mid-June. Perhaps one day I’ll give it a shot. Most probably I’ll stick to spending a Saturday night with my grandchildren pretending to be a chicken, a role I’m asked to reprise over and over again. It’s lovely to excel at something.
With as many nods as I’ve given the wee cabbages during my blog years, I have never thought to use them in soup. I had several pounds given to me by a friend and wanted to try something different to use them up. As the weather is cooler this week I gave it a try and we loved it. Let me know what you think.
Brussel Sprout Curry Soup
1 lb. brussel sprouts
2 Tbsp. butter
1 large onion, chopped
2 small potatoes, diced
1 clove garlic, minced
3 cups chicken broth
1 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. red curry powder
1/8 tsp. white pepper
1/8 tsp. black pepper
Sour cream and paprika for garnish
Clean and trim brussel sprouts. Cover with water in saucepan and bring to a boil. Lower heat and cook at low boil about 8 mins. or until fork tender. Drain.
In large saucepan heat butter over med. heat. Add onions an potatoes to pan and cook until vegetables are tender, watching not to burn. Add garlic and cook for 1 min. Add brussel sprouts, broth, salt, curry powder, and peppers. Bring to boil. Reduce heat, cover, and simmer for 12 mins. or until vegetables are tender. Allow to reach room temperature.
Process in food processor until well blended. Adjust seasoning as desired. Serve with a dollop of sour cream and sprinkling of paprika if desired.