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Ha I almost posted my new blog in my comments again. I will never learn. Anyway, life is goodish. Saturday we got tore up and it was a blast. We woke up late and so did the girls. Unfortunately the dog woke up right on time and without the girls to let her out she crapped on the floor, which sucked but you can't really blame her. her routine was disrupted. So that was not the best start to the day but it got better. We had big breakfast and I introduced the girls to one of our kitchen favorite breakfasts at this gig which they call chilequilles. It is essentially cut up corn tortillas cooked with caramelized onions and salsa water. We make it all the time in the mornings and eat it with fried eggs and avocado. The wife and the Ziz were not fans but Ms. Sun ate a bunch and so did I. My success rate was low so that won't go into the family rotation but it was worth a try. It is not a dish with a lot of eye appeal but if you can get past that it is great breakfast food especially if you aren't going to get a chance to eat again for a while. After that I had a nap and the girls played in the puddles outside. I made them tiny burgers for dinner which everyone liked.

Work is back to being crazy. Sunday was my only day off last schedule and this one, one of my days off is already a lie because I have to go in for a while to do the order. Saturday I have a tasting for a Pakistani couple which is exciting because they want to eat cool food but it sucks because I have to source Halal meat which is hard in the mid west. Today we did the funeral buffet for a local fireman killed last week in the blizzard helping with a wreck. It was a huge ordeal with hundreds and hundreds of people and firetrucks and bagpipers. While I was happy to be a part of it it was one of my least favorite type of parties which is a party with and undetermined menu for an unknowable number of people that goes for an inordinately long period of time. Funeral or fund raiser that kind of thing sucks balls. Funerals I don't mind. I grew up with a lot of death. When I was born most of my great grandparents were still alive and all of my great aunts and uncles so I went to all their funerals plus both my grandfathers on my mom's side were morticians and funeral directors. We spent part of our summers growing up as the kids that put out all the flowers at the services and then picked them up, put the in a van and beat the funeral procession to the grave site so we could put the all out again around the grave. On top of that my first and eighth grade best friends wee killed in car wrecks and my favorite cousin died of CF when I was in Jr High. Funerals are old hat to me. we were talking about it today and a few of the people at work had only been to one or two funerals in their lives. The things I love about a good small town funeral is the potluck afterword. I don't mind cooking for them but I always feel like I am robbing people from the real experience of an old church lady bereavement buffet.

Well I should go tend to the wife. We played a wicked game of Wii Tennis with the stakes of winner gives first head, I lost. Damn it.