Asian spiced beef stew. Reheated from last week. The heat generated from slow cooking the stew cracked off the handles on my Rival Crock Pot. I got slightly peeved at the poor quality craftsmanship. But then I realized that I bought it for $15 at Target 5 years ago. Still, it annoys me that it'll be $20 to replace it. I probably won't replace it. The stew became Asian spiced because I was too lazy to reach the usual western spices at the back of the spice shelf. So there's tumeric, szechuan peppercorns, coriander seed, and a dab of duck sauce from a jar. Inventiveness often springs from laziness.
It's tax season. I'm sorting through statements and receipts for my appointment with the accountant tomorrow. I found my stupid 99 cent Chinatown mop slippers in one of the file boxes. I have no clue how the mop slippers wound up in my file boxes with my tax documents. These do work pretty well though. There might be a market in a microfiber machine washable version. Higher margins too.
Sigh. Why do I always wait until the last moment to get my receipts ready? And I always curse myself for not coming up with a filing system better than throw everything from my pocket into a box for a year.
Hi picture of Baby Max from years ago. I don't know how you wound up in my tax files too. Probably got mixed up with one of Nancy's bakery receipts. What a cutie.
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