I’ve read almost every non-fiction crime book at the library. It fascinates me. It does mean that my partner absolutely hates watching any crime drama with me. We borrow those from the library as well – he wants to watch all of them and become a detective. I’m already a detective – of the lounge chair type. By that I mean I work through everything and point out the killer for him, and it annoys him to now end. I get all excited and can’t help but talk, working through the problems aloud and logically. To make matters worse, I’m hardly ever wrong. This isn’t to show off, but it means that he never gets to experience the surprise of the reveal at the end. I’d like him to work through it too, and bounce ideas with me. He wishes I would shutup. I need to get a special lounge chair and smoker’s pipe.
Today I was watching a really old Australian drama series while the Boy is at work. It meant I overcooked the rice. Thankfully it still tasted OK, for soggy rices. The tofu was spicy and tangy. I always find it unusual to use tomato sauce or “ketchup” in a recipe. This one is by
As a kid I would save my tomato sauce for coating “2 minute noodles” or whatever carby yellow goodness I could eat, but as I gotten older, it tends to be reserved for burgers and not much else. But I’m not too set in my ways that I can’t push the boundaries a bit, with a little of the mato.