Good morning, folks. New week, new you. This still counts as the weekend here in The Flat. We’re up and about, enjoying coffees and cats and cannabis. Chaucer has already made himself comfy in Shawshank‘s lap. I was awake just after sunrise, I think. Not early enough to be angry about it. I scrolled through muted TikTok again.
Yesterday was pleasantly uneventful. With the chores started and/or handled, Shawshank played more Breath of The Wild and I handled lunch. He’s brought down two of the Divine Beasts now. He specifically told me a month ago, “I’ll never beat the game, but it’s fun to play”, and I think he’s full of shit. Especially because he came to me last week and said, “hear me out, we drive into Regina to buy “the next game Tears of the Kingdom on release day, go out for lunch, and go to Value Village”.
Shawshank asked me to make some grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch, so that’s what I did. The grocery store in Slightly BiggerTown carries a fantastic garlic naan, and it’s the perfect size for melty sandwiches like that. I tried cooking them a different way last week, and they turned out absolutely perfect. I prep the bread the typical way, buttering one side. Instead of cooking the entire sandwich on the stove top, I lightly toast the naan, and then I let it dry on the counter. After the bread has cooled and dried a bit, I assemble the sandwiches, and toast them in the oven for about 10 minutes. Perfectly toasted and melty sandwiches without burning the bread if you like your carbs thicc.
After dinner at Shady Acres, I got started on making a box of brownies with Saturday’s cannabutter. I was impressed with how well I strained the butter. The brownies cooked up ok, but they cut terribly. They didn’t have too much of a weedy taste to them, which was good. Shawshank said he felt a little bit relaxed, I felt a little bit of finger-tingles, but nothing major. On the other hand, since I have no idea how strong these things are, we also had smallish pieces. And neither of us wanted to tempt the gods with a second brownie.
Normally, Mondays are sloth days here. However, I’m getting dressed today because we have to leave the house. We’re going to visit Shawshank‘s gram before lunch. Tomorrow is her birthday, so we’re bringing up some cookies and a card for her. When we come home, Shawshank will make our lunch: bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns for him; waffles and bacon for me. I’m going to eat a brownie, and if it kicks in properly, I’ll let Shawshank take smutty pictures of me in my Teletubby jammies.
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