Monday, November 19, 2018

the quotidian (11.19.18)

Quotidian: daily, usual or customary; 
everyday; ordinary; commonplace

Sometimes I get hungry (there are beans and rice under there, too).

Breakfast biscuits: self-rising flour, butter, sour milk.

Taking peanut butter apples to a new level.

Coming up: apple, grape, cherry, shoofly, etc...

Cleaning out the fridge: a bit o' rice, grilled chicken, collards, lemon, squash.

Bread flour by the old-fashioned-ladies-with-bustly-butts tin.


Seasonal confusion. 

Ice leaf.

The wireless keyboard that I bought because my laptop keyboard stopped working 
is now also breaking, whimper-sob.

I have paparazzi. Therefore, I am.

Also, this is why I no longer comb my hair when it's dry.

This same time, years previous: smoking success, spiced applesauce cake with caramel glaze, in my kitchen: noon, how to use up Thanksgiving leftovers in ten easy steps, red lentil soup with lemon and spinach.


  1. I have that same brand of wireless keyboard, but the ergonomic model, and I have had very good luck with it. I got it in May, and I use it quite a bit. Maybe you could contact someone from the company about it. Good luck and Happy Thanksgiving!

  2. The wireless keyboard I bought because my laptop keyboard doesn't work goes through batteries like nobody's business, and often doesn't work. I feel your pain.

  3. I had to laugh. I have the same hair. Literally, color, cut and craziness. Took me over half my life to realize not to touch my hair once it is dry.

  4. Ah sisters in hair. If God intended us to milk cows and do battle with dry masses of hair He would have given us four hands.

  5. Sisters: every night before you retire, put a little 100% argan oil on your hands and run them through your hair ends, never on the scalp. Then go to sleep and have pleasant dreams.