My parents liked to travel and eat out when we were young. If traveling, it meant we ate with them. I frequently remember eating at very fancy places wearing my little dresses and patent leather shoes and feeling very out of place. But mostly because I was a kid.
Also maybe the one time we flew first class at 14? Oooo they had ice cream!! In real bowls!!! And nice pillows!!!
A few minutes. No minutes today, or most years here. I’m in a solidly blue state though.
Quite frequently I have no energy. But me and my husband need to eat. So premade it is. When I do have energy? I’ll cook, bake, from scratch! And if I have a lot off energy, maybe I’ll premake something and freeze it, like ravioli or a lasagna.
Making so an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ can get married to someone who isn’t also an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ without losing all their benefits and ssdi stuff would be nice.
There’s all that other stuff, but that’s important to me.
Maybe also up ssdi amounts. And make Medicare not suck ass.
Yeah. We were less lucky ages and ages ago when we all got sick with…the flu? Pneumonia? Something near the holidays. That sucked horribly.
Most recently because my memory is bad? Had some ramen with leftover brisket. I had been eating it for a bit, but the brisket had just past the point of no return.
Luckily I was the only one to eat that, so me and the single toilet were not disturbed.
Play Stardew Valley Expanded (with other mods) with my sibling. Cook something with the groceries we bought yesterday. Marvel at how I well consume a large wheel of brie in a week(end). Possibly play board games with sibling and husband.
Seals are absolutely adorable little rat bastards. Love em.
Hobbies that are creative for me are cooking/baking/canning. Which reminds me, I need to get apples for apple butter.
There’s a glass of lemonade somewhere in the gulf of space at the end of where I am laying down, then there’s my husband, and then there is a glass of lemonade.
It’s a lovely shade of color for the eyes!
I still remember the uhh yard sale episode from time to time and giggle
I’m not good at it, but I’m capable of holding a conversation with say a store clerk or random people in line.
Don’t know, they were an amorphous humanoid so I uh don’t know for these two, baseball ish sized could fit in a palm, the platonic ideal of a wooden table. The first questions did not make me change the thing in my head. I don’t think I see color in my mind eye, but I can uhhh label things with a color. Like. This ball is red, I think to myself, as the ball… continues to ball. Maybe if I imagined a specific red ball it world be redder.
The egg yolk one fascinates me. Maybe I should make some custards, tempting.
I use to write things for a sci-fi mud, so frequently I’d be adding things to the spellchecker. Usually I just have to correct things on the phone when it thinks I want wrote instead of write or the like.
Very good chocolate cake recipe from that series. Very chocolatey.
Yeah! My parents had a garmin or the like. Mother downloaded some voice pack for it, I forget who it was of. We still had papery maps with us, in case.
Kitchen shears are amazingly useful! Very precise.
It’s the holding the side of her neck and not say, her shoulder, that always makes my brain go eurgh for a second when seeing it.