The Roman Wing

I made Aunt Charlene's Caramel bars last night and I'm not sharing. I figured the whole recipe has about 3,500 calories in it. So, divided by 9....*sigh* I'm a monster with this crap. I bore myself. Never mind the whole time I was making them I was dipping my finger in the caramel bowl. I found a jar of caramel sauce at the Peach Pit. Who knows how long it was there, for? It was impossible to open, too. I had the gloves out along with the hot water. Finally got it open. I really didn't know what I was going to do as the recipe was already in full process. And I don't know anyone who might be able to do it.

Yesterday, I cooked with vermicelli mung bean noodles. Damn! Those things. They just multiply. They're like an alien substance. Impossible to work with.

I also bought 8x8 pans at the 99 cent store that's no longer 99 cents. Those stores will go the way of the five and dime and the dodo bird. That poor dodo. I think we should clone one. Create one out of outdated DNA. We can do that now. We can do all sorts of magic.

I suppose if I'm going to the MET I should get on with that. It closes at five o'clock on Sundays. Dust off my camera. I worked a little bit on photographs yesterday. Haven't done that in a long time. I stopped doing it when I was studying for the GRE. So it goes.

Maybe I'll go to the Roman wing. I like that place. I like those antiquities. I can't believe how old some of that stuff is.

I'm a very lucky woman. I can't get over that. Lucky in spirit and lucky in body and lucky in life. Blessed.