Half-Assed Homemaker

My house is so cold. I have resisted turning on my heat. I have been hanging out here for most of last week and I have done my best to stay warm. I wrap a fleece blanket around my waist, over flannel pants. Wool hats indoors? Yes! I run java apps in the background to warm up my laptop. I'm afraid my windows are wooden and old and beautiful but are not double pane so running the heat is such a sad venture. I need to get some heavy curtains like they had during the Victorian era to keep warm. I'd look beautiful in one of those.

Update: fixed me typo

I had just julienned and roasted some potatoes. I had some with may late breakfast and was about to put the rest away. "Mom will like these." I thought. Mom! Crap! I had barely bought enough for myself at the farmer's market. The additional mouth to feed is not so much a problem (actually two because I imagine sister will be around for meals). It's just that I don't have the standard Indian food raw materials on hand.

I had cooked all my potatoes, had no eggplant, a scant two onions, half a bulb of weak Mexican garlic, and I just finished the dregs of a chili in my tomatillo salsa. Luckily the Farmer's Market wasn't scheduled to end for ten minutes. I hopped on ye olde bike and buzzed over there. "Walk the bike" kindly armed peace officer informed me. I left it there on a sidewalk and checked out what was left over. I got a few pounds of red potatoes and various slender eggplant. I picked out two perky looking white onions. On to the next booth for a bush of cilantro and some more bulbs of garlic, it's weak so we get to use a lot. I also got a giant bushel of Thai chilies, sounds yummy. I wish I got more bunches of spinach when they were available, I now have a healthy amount for salad purposes or a modest dish of saag.

I came home to some well steeped tea and the hiss of the inner groove of the record I was playing.