well, not very much time for blogging now, i must take the casarole out of the oven. i do hope it's good after all that work. there are so few recipies in the moosewood cookbook i haven't tried.
but what have i done today , dear?
woke up, read, ate chocolate, etc. did my research online. ate lunch. bought more nose jewelry online. yeah, can we say procrastination?
anyway. went to megabus after seeing an ad on the subway. "$1 fares to detroit!" it proclaims. i went, and couldn't find any catch. there can't REALLY be an express bus leaving chicago 3 times daily going straight to detroit in 5 hrs. for about $3 round trip.
oh, but as far as i can tell it's true. so i checked out what other cities they go to, and would you believe, cleveland? in 7 hrs? so i think i'm going to go to the farm for my grandfather's birthday. he turns 80 the day after easter, and so there's gonna be a party easter weekend, the oregonians are coming and everything. i haven't been to the farm in years and years, not since the 50th anniversary shindig. but i wanna get out of the city, as always. and i feel compelled, since i've been writing about the farm so much it seems, and especially after that dream. i know that however horrible it is, it can't possibly be as bad as that dream.
k, time for me to eat my cassarole.
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