I made a white bean casserole for dinner last night. I don't know why, but it's been a few years. It's just about the easiest thing to make. I guess it slipped my mind. I buy bacon ends from Misfits, they work so well in something like this. Cut to the chase, it was really good. 

I've had a couple of days of self-pity. Making comfort food has been, well, comforting. I made an eggplant gratin Sunday, something else that seemed gleefully delicious. My pity-parties need to be short or I will look completely like a swollen tick. What's not to enjoy about generous amounts of melted, browned cheese? One more bit about food. I made stock with a smoked pork shank yesterday. Soup is in our future.

Gatto's prowlin-n-yowlin has lessened a lot. Losing his parts has allowed him to be the kitten he is. He and Frieda have some rollicking good times! I don't know his story, I had originally thought he'd had some sort of home, but his actions are often that of a feral cat. It's hard to say, but I am working on his manners. He is Keetah's best bud. 

Boud mentioned yesterday that she does the tree pose in front of her kitchen window, giving passers-by something to look at. She graciously said what it is, one foot against the opposite thigh with hands clasped above the head. I tried it in my bathroom this morning, wisely standing against the sink. If the sink had not been there to hold me up, it would have been timber, as I had replied to her. I do chair yoga.

I guess that's about it. Frieda has just made herself comfortable in her bed on my desk, the coffee is gone and I have things to pretend to do. Enjoy your Tuesday.