Sunday Afternoon

[nightdog_barks]

So it is 87 here (30.6 Celsius degrees). In mid-November. This is all kinds of wrong, so to remind myself it is fall I am looking at snow boots. A squirrel came to drink from the water dish on the deck -- I don't know what happened to this one's tail, but suffice it to say I call the little guy Stubtail.

About halfway through Joe Hill's Horns, and it is really pretty good.

One of the Meyer lemons on our little tree was ripe enough to try, and it was delicious! Milder and less acidic with surprising sweetness -- the juice tasted like a cross between a lemon and an orange.

Will be interested tonight to see if Almost Human is any good, and then Chiefs/Broncos, which should be a good game.

Yes, I am very boring today. Sigh.

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[silverjackal]

The instance I'm citing was just the fruit as well -- fairly thick slices, too, that were placed on top of various dishes for ornamentation. Only the ornamentation didn't make it past me! I suspected it would be good and nicked some as soon as I was able, and then once I'd tasted it I surreptitiously cleared off every last slice I could get without being obvious about vulturing and depriving others of food. Not that the rest of the cuisine wasn't good -- I had the best squab I have ever eaten in Egypt, and that takes some doing as my Grandfather raised his own and was very particular about the quality of the birds that made it onto the table -- and fresh grape leaves are another entity to the canned and dried substitutes one get here, but the lemons, for this lover of the fruit, really stood out. I had not had such good fruit in over a decade (because of timing -- they were not optimally ripe when I was home) and I took every advantage. :)