lizkat
Watching March roll out real winter
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Capers.
The noun, that is, and not the verb.
That is, the briny, salty, small green things, the immature, unripened green flower buds of the caper bush, not playful skipping, or, for that matter, an amusing activity or escapade of dubious legality.
@lizkat will enjoy this: I thought I had them (they play a starring and - unfortunately, key - role in the Sicilian dish known as caponata) , but, it transpires that I had cornichons (and also, for that matter, classic sweet gherkins). But, not capers.
So, capers shall be purchased tomorrow; everything else required for caponata has already been set out.
How exasperating... but then it will be the more delightful when all is secured for the dish as it should be made!
On my mind, Friday night's jazz on Saturday instead (JImmy Greene), Sunday morning's breakfast for supper tonight instead (fancy oatmeal with apples, raisins, peaches)... what can I say. It's the early sunset and late sunrise. Even the fun of an Advent calendar doesn't gloss over how ready I am for the solstice, the return of the light and so to the time of getting my darkness-addled brains out of hock again.
Anyway the power's still on here, temperatures due to drop like a stone in awhile when the wind shifts, but not so far. It's really windy and a few t'storms have grazed the area but it's almost still balmy out there at 51ºF. Hope everyone else experiencing weird weather in December lands safely in Sunday morning too!