We’ll crib from Fogel

Yesterday I made another batch of nut and seed bars, with a lower oven temperature and checking on them more obsessively, and they only caught a little at the edges. Acceptable. P and I went to Staples for envelopes and mailing labels, and also picked up a long-arm stapler I’ll be shipping back to Pittsburgh. After lunch I did all the folding and stapling and stuffing and labeling, and they were just a gram or two short of an ounce so I put two stamps on all the domestic ones in case of scale miscalibration (international first class is good up to two ounces). Walked them down to the post office and done. Very pleased. While we were out earlier we’d picked up a nice piece of cod for dinner, some pot pie and quiche for today and the freezer, and ingredients for casserole to split up and freeze. D’s been running ragged for ages and sometimes it’s nice to just dump something into the oven for dinner instead of trying to cook tired. In the afternoon I started hemming another handkerchief. Baked cod, sweet potatoes, and green beans 2 for dinner (green beans 1 were discarded for being slimy, boo), and I made a kindof weird saffron quinoa pin oat raisin porridge for me. After dinner P got the radio working and managed to pick up broadcasts from China and we think Romania. Snack, sleep. Dreamt, but they’ve already faded.