Decided to spend some time changing up the bloggity-blog instead of uploading photos this evening. Now that Matt has a his own blog I figure I can girlie up this one even more.
I want to change the name of this thing since it seems really out-dated. We moved here over 4 years ago. But, so far I'm not having any strokes of genius. I also have a pipe dream of opening an Etsy shop, which would also need a name. And it'd be nice if the two aligned. But I'm not there yet.
So randomness about this week:
I got my typewriter fixed at the typewriter repair shop in town. Yep, our gritty historic town is complete with a typewriter technician who is still in business. His father opened the shop seventy-six years ago. The typewriter man told me the typewriter business is slowing. You don't say! I asked him if he did any internet business. He said, "I don't know a thing about computers and I don't want to!!!" Clearly the man doesn't like change. I am grateful, because he wound me my very own typewriter ribbon.
As the conversation progressed, the typewriter man asked me if I went to the local high school. I had to tell him that no, I was thirty! Sadly, this is the SECOND time this has happened in the last two weeks. I was ordering a sandwich at a deli the other week and the woman asked if I wanted coleslaw or pasta salad. The sandwich was for my picky husband, so I said neither. And she turned to the other woman in line and said, "Oh, to be sixteen!"
People always say I should be glad that I look younger than I am. A few years, yes. Being mistaken for a high schooler when I'm well into adulthood, not that awesome.
It's worth noting that as I was leaving the typewriter store, a man across the street on his smoke break from the Mexican restaurant said, "Is that a typewriter!?!?" The comment was followed by a fit of laughter.
In other news, I've done some new culinary stuff this week. I made some refrigerator pickles for one. I
'll add a picture tomorrow.
Also, my mother-in-law brought me some rhubarb. I've never baked with it, so I dug up a rhubarb coffee cake recipe from my favorite food blog. That was breakfast for half the week. Now I'm back to the more sensible Kashi. I also made roast pork for the first ime. Smothered it with chili powder, cumin, salt and pepper and laid it in the slow cooker on top of two coarsely chopped onions and 10 cloves of garlic. We went off to Salem for the day, and when we got home I couldn't resist whipping myself up a Cuban sandwich. Never had one, but had to have it. Those refrigerator pickles needed to shine. Yum. If the real deal is half as good as what I cobbled together, I think I found a new favorite sandwich.
I have 5 pounds of tomatillos in the fridge waiting to be made into salsa. Thought I'd get to it today, but we spent a drizzly day down the Cape at a flea market and an antique store. And yesterday we were in Salem amongst the Halloween tourists.
Canning after a day of touristing is a bit much, you don't say? But I did make some pesto this week and froze some in an ice cube tray for the winter. Tonight, we had pesto linguine with chicken. I've been trying to make a little more effort at food preservation as of late since the winter is coming. Matt laughs at me when I saw that.
Probably for the same reason the guy laughed when he asked me if I was carrying a typewriter.