Ah, Seattle...

Cool and drizzly and dreary on the lovely spring day. The birds are twittering, the cats are snoozing, and the foghorns are speaking to each other again.


I had not been aware, previously, that foghorns could convey exasperation and rudeness quite so clearly as they do.


Slogging along on many thing that need to be written and re-written and rewritten once again.   Meanwhile, it's my turn in the "whatcha reading?" hotseat over at Book View Cafe.

when in the land of take-away pho....

A meerkat's impulse is to make her own. And lo, I did so - where 'making' means someone else simmered the base broth and I took it from there.

Not going to impress anyone for authenticity, since I had to improvise some of the herbs, but it's a) tasty and b) will kill all cold germs nearby. I'm calling that a win.

Next time, I can make sure I have the right garnishes (although sorrel in place of Thai basil worked surprisingly well). I'm still going to let someone else simmer the bones, though.