Grass Cam in November.

It's been a while since I updated the Grass Cam. That's because the grass has been causing me a great deal of anxiety, as have some other random things, like my whole life and everything about it. The Wellbutrin, it seems, might be working, even though it hasn't even been a week. The following things happened p.w.*:

• I cleaned out the fridge for the first time in three years. Or more.
• I made pasta sauce to freeze. Specifically, Puttanesca sauce. Semi-recipe to follow.
  
• I avoided the umpteenth argument with O. about pants. I am so completely over the long pants vs. shorts debate. We live in South Carolina. It's not like he'll die of frostbite. So go ahead and call DSS, maybe they can talk him into pants. I'd like to see that.
• I made a Grass Cam video. Watch for a surprise at the end.
  

Grass Cam in the Fall
Originally uploaded by The Daily Digress

The surprise, in case you missed it, is that it goes all wonky at the end, because something crawled over my foot. I missed it, as I was too busy writhing around and making stupid noises. It reminded me of one of my mottoes:

I love the outdoors, as long as there are cocktails involved, preferably served by a waiter on a patio near a silent bug zapper.

Speaking of that motto, I found this site the other day, sommeecards.com. Great stuff, including this one:

Exactly. I cannot, at this point, have a cocktail on my patio because I'm old and catch a chill and the Wellbutrin is not man enough to assuage my fears about the grass dying. Will someone please chime in with, "Oh, your grass is fine. It gets brown like that in the Fall. There, there, dear"? Please?

Oh, yeah. Puttanesca. I'm sure there's a strict way to make it and you are more than welcome to Google on and find it. I'm of the mind it should involve anchovies, olive oil, capers, olives and tomatoes. The details are of little import. I mean, "puttanesca" basically means "hooker," right? And you know those hookers don't have time to sweat the details. Here's how it went down today:

• Dump a bunch of olive oil in a pan. Heat it.
• Get out a packet of green olives wrapped in anchovies you thought looked good at the store. They were vile. Chop them up and dump them in the oil.
• Wipe out the rest of a jar of chopped garlic and dump that in, too. Pat yourself on the back for cleaning out the fridge and finding it.
• Ditto the above, but substitute "jar of capers."
  
• Stir for a few minutes.
• Drain and dump in two cans of tomatoes, one with green chilis.
• Stir it a little, decide it isn't red enough and add the end of a tube of tomato paste, making your fridge even cleaner.
• Heat for a while, then spoon as much as you like over pasta. Sprinkle copious amounts of Parmesan on top.

It freezes very well, is more or less approved by children and is cheap, cheap, cheap. Like a hooker.

Namasté, y'all!

* Post-Wellbutrin. Duh.