Good morning, world, and welcome to another Friday morning. We have sunshine, and Canada is on fire. I’ve been awake since around 6am, and that’s about all we’ll say about that. Both cats are enjoying their favorite spots: Pippin in a sunbeam, and Chaucer on a lap.
I had a pretty typical day. The humidity wasn’t as awful, and I no longer felt like a glazed ham. I hauled the new tripod and ring light into the bathroom, taking a few sudsy pics from my bubble bath. The bubbles lacked somewhat in the froth department, but no one paying $15.99/month cares about the froth. I edited a few pics, uploaded, and schmoozed. Then I threw on some clothes and assumed a human form before Shawshank came home for lunch.
Months ago, I came up with the idea of doing a shepherd’s pie where the mashed potato part was replaced with perogies. Later, I modified the idea to use tater tots. Yes, I was high when I came up with this dish. Shawshank made the executive decision to put this highdea into action, and I did my best to replicate what was in my mind. My family’s version of shepherd’s pie is the worst, whitest recipe possible: it’s ground beef, canned corn, and mashed potato. There was never gravy, we were lucky if my grandmother added salt and pepper. Shawshank wanted to bring home a spice mix, but I cooked up the meat my way: not gourmet by any means, but I at least season that shit. I had the oven preheated when he arrived, par-baked the tots he brought home, then tossed them on the meat to bake the rest of the way. I topped mine with sour cream and hot sauce. It was a delicious bowl of hot garbage.
Today, I’m going to do stuff. I have a few more pics to edit and upload, and need to add some hashtags to recent smut posts. There’s a pair of pants to finish, and Date Night after work. I want to have a dopamine stream today, so I’ll probably fire up a live stream on TikTok at least once or twice. Let’s see what hijinks I can get into.
