Last week was another strange one. On the plus side, I seem to rising above my “holiday blues” at last. Warm as spring, it was the perfect opportunity to spend some time working in the yard. From what I understand watering is going to be reduced to the bare minimum as the effects of our lack of rain in California deepen, so I thought I’d enjoy the lovely green foliage while I’ve got it. Rationing has begun, I’m afraid, at least on a volunteer basis. To do our part, shower times need to be reduced, brushing of teeth accomplished hastily, and dishwashers and washing machines turned on only when they are filled to capacity. According to the local weather caster we are making the record books with this drought, and not in a good way.
Aside from weather woes it was quiet start to a week that quickly picked up speed. The first of the week, back at my volunteering after the holidays, even clients at the food bank trickled in instead of the usual steady flow. Rick had a doctor’s appointment midweek in the afternoon an hour from the house. A beautiful day for a drive, I decided to tag along. While he was occupied at the doctor’s office I planned to catch up on my shopping, specifically to look for a new bed for Miss Boo, presently making herself to home on an old well kneaded blanket she favors.
At any rate, in the store I selected a cart and headed towards the huge pet section at rear of the building. The pet beds were stacked along three long shelves. A soft overstuffed one in neutral colors towards the back looked perfect (sort of like Boo, soft, overstuffed and in neutral colors). Reaching my hand across the sea of soft foam I scraped my knuckles on a sharp bracket sticking out. Ach. Lately it has come to my attention my skin is getting thinner. By this, I do not mean I’m becoming more easily offended, but my skin appears actually thinner in texture. Pulling my hand back revealed a large gash. Oh-oh. For a minute it didn’t seem too bad. As I watched, however, it bubbled up like I’d hit a money maker at a BP drilling site. A lady perusing dog dishes further down the aisle began to nervously glance in my direction. I fished through my purse with my other hand, red lines now dripping down my arm. Hello? Nothing in my purse suitable for a tourniquet, I asked the attendant standing outside the fitting room where I might find the restrooms. Eyes wide, she pointed towards the left of the store.
Fortunately there was nobody in the restroom when I entered. Setting my purse down, I searched for paper products. As luck would have it there were no paper towels only blowers for your hands. Murphy was at it again. Washing my hands with foamy soap, a young woman and two little kids burst through the door. The littlest guy, about three, stopped in his tracks, pointed a chubby finger in my direction and announced “that lady has a boo boo”. Thanks for the update. Looking like a middle aged Carrie this sighting will probably require at least one therapy session when he gets older, possibly two. I ran water over my “boo boo” until they’d “tinkled” as their mother requested, washed their hands and left. I pushed open the stalls hoping for at least a toilet seat cover. Naturally the dispenser was empty. Does anyone ever refill these or are they just for show? Nothing else handy, I unwound a wad of toilet paper. Public restroom TP is never the same genre as those seen on TV, fluffy bears bouncing on them or soft as baby bunnies. Apparently the industrial strength variety sold to business owners is made from old tent material and recycled alligator scales. Wrapping it around several times served as a makeshift bandage which soon seeped through giving me the look of a Civil War battlefield casualty.
Standing in line with my bloody stump and the cat bed I’m sure made for some interesting dinnertime conversation for the other people waiting with me. I have to credit the cashier, she never said a word.
Boo, stubborn to her last hair wanted nothing to do with her lovely new bed after the sacrifices of life and limb, well at the very least limb, I made on her behalf. The following night she perched on my chest for a pat or two and to stare blissfully into my eyes, by feline standards an apology. While rubbing her head I noticed a fragrance wafting from her. By fragrance I do not mean fragrance such as that of a lovely freshly picked rose or a rich stew bubbling in a pot on the stove. Rather, I mean a fragrance such as one might associate with old sweat socks, wet dogs or bad tuna. Euuww. Definitely time for a grooming appointment. Payback, is a …..well you know.
Happy Tails was expecting Miss Boo at 8:00 yesterday morning for a bath and nail trim. Boo may be spoiled, but she can never be accused of being stupid. Those little blue eyes rarely miss anything within their viewing parameters. Grooming is not an activity she volunteers for on her best days, and she would rather sacrifice her beloved Greenies than place one regal paw in the damnable crate. Like a sleuth in a dime novel, I have to sneak the crate out of the closet and keep it hidden if I hope to have any success coercing her into it. I am here to announce an eight pound cat outsmarted me once again. Film at eleven. I don’t know why I bother. If she chooses to smell like a locker room, who am I to argue with her? She ate the treats, spied the crate, pushed open the bedroom door and barricaded herself under the end of the bed where I had no hope of reaching her. If I didn’t know better I would have sworn she was smiling. Coaxing and coercing, even trying a gentle prod with the end of a broom, I finally placed a call to the groomer explaining my cat had gotten the better of me and I would need to reschedule. An hour later I found her lying on her old stinky blanket having a nap. Good Lord.
These little burgers were irresistible. I made two sauces so guests could choose one or both.
1 1/4 lbs. ground chuck
1/2 tsp. garlic powder
1/2 tsp. onion powder
1/8 tsp. black pepper
1/2 tsp. adobo sauce
1 Tbsp. yellow mustard
1 egg, beaten
Salt and pepper
8 dinner rolls
4 rounds Gruyère cheese (for feta burgers)
4 rounds Monterey Jack cheese (for Chipotle burgers)
Sliced tomatoes, avocados, red onion, cucumber and lettuce
Mix together garlic powder, onion powder, black pepper, adobo sauce, mustard and egg in large mixing bowl.
Crumble beef over top and mix ingredients well with fingertips.
Form into 8 small patties. Sprinkle with salt and pepper as desired. Grill, broil or pan fry to your desired doneness. Top with cheese slices and melt.
Serve on dinner rolls with garnishes.
1/4 cup mayonnaise
1/4 cup sour cream
Juice of 1/2 lemon (I used Myer)
1 clove garlic, minced
1 Tbsp. dill
1/2 cup finely crumbled feta cheese
1/8 -1/4 cup milk
Salt and pepper to taste
Place all ingredients but milk in food processor. Pulse until coarsely blended. Add milk gradually until creamy and thick but not sludgy. Refrigerate for 1 hr. to allow flavors to blend.
1 cup mayonnaise
2 chipotles in adobo sauce
1 Tbsp. adobo sauce
Juice of 1/2 lime
1/4 cup low-fat 1000 Island Dressing
Salt and black pepper
Place all ingredients in food processor. Pulse until smooth. Refrigerate until ready to use.