rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


The small can of Crisco I keep around for crisping baked potatoes has gone bad. It has a very stale smell, and I don't want to put it on the potatoes for fear that it will impart a rancid flavor to them. Crisping baked potatoes is the only thing I use the Crisco for, so even the smallest can I can buy always goes bad before I can finish it. Maybe I should learn to make shortbread, so I can use the stuff up.

I've tried using vegetable oil on the potatoes, but it doesn't work very well. The skins barely crisp at all. I might as well put them in foil to bake them, in the manner of barbaric suburban chain restaurants. I'd never do that. Maybe I should just have fried potatoes tonight instead of a baked potato. I was so looking forward to that crunchy skin, though, and you can't get that from frying, either.

It's been misting off an on all afternoon, after raining most of the night and early morning. Once in a while the sun will break through and make the water drops on all the leaves and the lawn glitter like jewels, but the sun is about to set and there will be no more free diamonds today. It's going to be another chilly night, and I'll be breathing furnace air, though it will still be chilly as the furnace is set at 66 degrees. If I ever get another house, I'd like it to have radiant heat in the floors, and a heat exchanger for the ventilation system.

There's an acorn woodpecker hanging out in my mulberry tree. His bright red crest adds a cheery note to the gray evening. He'll be going to bed soon, though. I'll miss him.

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