“Remoted” – Day 523 (Saturday)

Winston making himself
at home at Mom's.

The weather was nice today – a real calm before the approaching Hurricane Henri weather situation. Winston and I headed out to Fitchburg to pick up his supplies from the vet – prescription food that allegedly helps with glucose and weight maintenance and insulin supplies. Cha-ching! 

After the blissfully brief stop at the vet it was a quick ride to Mom’s house. Winston made himself at home at Mom's by ignoring his bed and instead, molesting a handmade rug to reconfigure it into a lumpy mess and then sprawling on it to veg out for a while. That's a talent, making oneself so completely comfortable when visiting. Maybe it was his form of payback for being made to wear the going visiting diaper pants, even though I was the one who put the pants on him.

Fresh produce fast food.

We had a lunch of fried haddock sandwiches and fries from Kay’s Dairy Bar, and spent a relaxing afternoon in the backyard screen house admiring the gentle puffy clouds and nice breezes. I was gifted some vegetables from Mom and StepDad which they got from family in Maine. They had enough squash and zucchini to feed an army, plus potatoes and green beans and now I have some of it. There is no need for Misfits Market when the local and family farms and gardens are bursting with produce.

Supper was a family farm to table mix of squash, zucchini, onion, and green beans sauteed in butter and olive oil, dressed with a dash of balsamic vinegar and Italian seasoning, and finished with feta cheese, grated pepperjack cheese, and kalamata olives. 

I love my 10" skillet that lets me throw down food in under 30 minutes. The pan is a bit beat up, but despite checking in every store visited for the past year and every online cooking supply site I know of, I can't find another pan like it. The absence of the perfect substitute is a major impediment to the replacement project.

There was supposed to be leftovers, but the first bowl, as Ex-husband #2 would say, “tasted like more.” More was had, and that was the end of the leftovers. So much for advance meal planning.