Did I blog today?

Huh, I guess I didn't. Sorry about that. Were you all sitting at your computers, clicking the "refresh" button or checking your RSS feeds or bloglines, breathlessly waiting for a new post? Yeah, I didn't think so.

I have stuff to say, but just haven't said it.

Some of it is, well, you know ... too deep to say out loud, or something. Or would just take too long to ramble out and you'd all be thinking, "Enough, already, Wordy-Girl!"

I *did* to a "remix" on the Belgian Jut recipe posted down a few (she realizes she should link it, but lazily decides not to at the moment ... so lazy ...) -- I took the leftovers and I added some half & half, enough to make a thickish soup, and some chicken stock bouillon, and some more garlic, and some pepper. I think that was it. And heated it all up. We liked it better that way, even the kids ate some. Well, 2/3 of the children did, which, around here, isn't bad.

I took a picture of it as soup. It was supposed to get it's very own post, in all it's glory, but ... (trails off since she has no real reason for not doing that ...) Anyway, here it is. Kinda pretty, I think.

Once The Grand Lunar and I ate in a super fancy restaurant -- one so fancy that they had someone spread the linen napkins on our laps for us, and a different person pouring water in our glass every time we took a sip. I had some sort of soup there that had a little dollop of cream in the middle that was sort of artistically swirled in. I should've done that with this. Just the swirled-in thing. Because the REST of the fancy treatment was a little too upscale for us. We're just not that ritzy-smart, so we spent the entire fancy dinner giggling about how foolish we felt, not knowing how to behave.

We also got in trouble for that meal. Because we were on a business trip, back when we both worked at the computer shoppe, and we'd been given a daily food allowance. So we ate super cheap most of the days and saved up the allowance allotment for this one ritzy dinner. We still came in under the allowance, but apparently there's some unwritten rule that you have to spend it more evenly or the little old lady in accounting freaks out. Okay, she wasn't really that little or that old, but it sounds funnier that way, doesn't it?

Ooops, gotta go, Lunar's home! Whoo Hoo!