I made French omelets for Summer, Eaddie, and myself this morning after practicing last week. Summer’s turned out the best. Eaddie’s wasn’t bad, but was just overstuffed. Mine completely crumbled. They were delicious and creamy though. The secret seemed to be the very low heat.
Autumn had plans all day, so she left. I didn’t wait too long to go home, because I wanted to try and tackle some more of the back yard. I finally remembered to take my old fireworks box out for burning, and it lit up fairly nicely. Doug came over to give me another nut bread they brought home from the casino, and then a little while later, Bác Vân came to offer lunch. I declined, and tried to keep busy.
I started the first fire in the leftover hole from the first tree we cut down years and years ago, hoping to fill it in with the ash. Then I tried to start another fire in a big pile where a couple large tree branches fell. That one caught for a little bit, but then just immediately died. I got a bit of the high weeds cut, but there are some woody plants in the mix as well, so I really need some loppers and a good shovel to dig out stumps.
After a while, I felt a sudden sickness in my belly, so I brought everything in for the day. I wanted to start a load of laundry before taking a shower, so I got that going and finished cleaning up just in time to make it back up to Summer’s for dinner.
She made a really great Mongolian beef that Eaddie and I scarfed down, and then we had some frozen key lime pie that Autumn brought home “for me” a while back. We watched a few episodes of Modern Family until they were ready to wind down. Then Summer and I watched a Seinfeld Netflix special before going to sleep.
What’s the deal with pitch?!?