After searching relentlessly throughout the entire house for my lost sock, I had pretty much concluded our sweet fluffy cat, Riley, had turned criminal and taken it for ransom. But then I made one more last-ditch effort to turn up this woolen treasure, and I’m pleased to report Riley has been falsely accused.
I found the sock in my husband’s pajama drawer. How it got there, why it got there – inquiring minds want to know, but Dale is keeping quiet. He was as surprised as anyone and probably liked it better when the cat was our most likely suspect.
In other news, I personally, am not thinking about Taylor Swift.
As far as food goes, it’s not like we’re eating chicken by-product meal. Dale made kimchi, and tonight is its debut. The kimchi has been fermenting in the refrigerator for three weeks. I’m surprised he didn’t bury it in the backyard, but these are modern times, after all.
I love kimchi, but I do have to be careful with all the cabbagy hot stuff. Gastrointestinally speaking, I will pay a price if I eat too much. Dale is making Korean-style barbequed beef ribs and white rice to go with. Beer will be involved.
Speaking of rice, I see Bobby Flay on TV making crispy rice all the time, and everyone absolutely loves it. Crispy on the outside, still creamy on the inside. I thought, how hard can it be? Dale made beef and broccoli earlier this week, and there was leftover rice, so I browsed recipes online and figured it was a slam dunk.
I put some oil in a nonstick pan and pressed the rice together to make sort of a cake. I read to let it brown on the bottom and then flip. I didn’t let it brown long enough, and by the time I was done, crispy and creamy exited the scene at a high rate of speed.
It was OK, but clearly, I won’t beat Bobby Flay. Dale thinks I should try again with another kind of rice – our leftovers were long grain, and I think a shorter grain might be stickier.
Dale and I both gained a couple of pounds at Christmas and have been more careful than usual. But here we are, almost to February, and we are both craving something fried with cheese oozing out of it. It’s primal.
We rarely see eye-to-eye on a movie, so we sort of gave up and agreed to watch a bad monster movie every Friday night with pizza. But some of them are so bad, we can’t watch the whole thing. I’m looking at you Invasion of the Bee Girls. Last night was Bride of the Monster with Bela Lugosi, and it was awful enough to be entertaining but good enough to watch through to the end.
One of my favorites was Eegah. Free on Amazon Prime! Dale wasn’t too keen on it. Here’s the promo:
On a trip through the desert, a teen girl discovers a prehistoric giant. An investigation to find the giant causes it to spread terror throughout Southern California.
But Eegah was actually kind of sweet, and I enjoyed seeing Richard Kiel in what I believe was his first movie. Over seven feet tall, he’s the guy who played Jaws in a couple of James Bond movies. He was also in Happy Gilmore.
I’m thinking tonight should be Oppenheimer. We both want to see it, and there’s a theme. You know, atomic bombs, kimchi. So much potential for disaster.
As Groucho said when he was Capt. Spalding in Africa, “One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I’ll never know.”
Good on you for solving the “mystery”
Thanks for the great Groucho quote!
Oppenheimer still not released here in Japan. Not that it was banned, they kept saying, just that there were no definitive plans to release it. I hear there are now, possibly in March. But you know, it`s a touchy subject.
So I watched it on streaming. I spent some years of my twenties entangled (I used to say “in love”) with someone whose parents met working on the Manhattan Project. Which is probably why he had a certain destructive property in his DNA. Strange karma that I married a Japanese.
We started watching it last night and didn’t make it very far. Not sure why, but I don’t feel I missed anything.
Those socks are sneaky. I found one recently inside the sleeve of a tshirt that had been hanging in the closet awhile. I guess the static electricity held it tightly to the shirt. On our most recent cruise, my wife lost a sock and searched high and low in our small cabin. She finally found it in the farthest corner under a bed. How it got there is a mystery!
I really thought it would be stuck in a sleeve or a leg, but there it was lying on top of all his pajamas. Weird. Socks must have their own life force.
I wonder if your cat put the sock in the pajama drawer to frame your husband. Cats are sneaky that way.
We have Korean-style barbequed beef on our menu tonight… although, full disclosure, I bought is as a pre-made meal from Costco. I add some veggies to the mix so that I can claim it as my own.
Well, cats are sneaky, and so far, Riley has been quite trustworthy. Still, you never know.
Dale’s ribs were delicious. He only made four, so two each, which was much needed help in portion control.The kimchi was good!
Here in PA in the winter, static cling would be Suspect #1 for the lost sock clinging to some other laundry found in Dale’s drawer.
I’m betting you are right — static cling to his pajama bottoms.
Glad to hear that Riley has been exonerated! 😉
We watched Oppenheimer – it was fine – but I very was surprised how well it did at the Oscars. It’s almost like some people felt threatened by the success of Greta Gerwig’s film Barbie… and felt that was the way to reassert some sort of status quo. Ridiculously fragile patriarchal egos…
We didn’t get through Oppenheimer. My sister and I watched Barbie and found it charming, but it didn’t seem Oscar-worthy to me. But then I’m not a film critic!