Yesterday and today.

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I did a few things yesterday.  I cooked another package of bacon, for use with salads and as a snack.  I'd best watch snaking or it will be gone before any other use.  As well I made the grated cauliflower pizza.  Actually?  That was really good.  I am buying smaller cans of lower carb diced tomatoes, with nothing added.  Along with tomato paste (from a tube so the can isn't wasted), perhaps chopped onion and/or garlic, spices of my choosing, I can really go to town or go easy.  I need to find anchovy tubes as well, thinking about it all.  You want umami?  Anchovies.  Italian's love their little fish to add richness, a meatier taste, and that... something else.  The culinary parallel to the stinky additive that separates good perfume from exquisite.

Hmm?  Oh, the crust was two(ish) cups grated cauliflower, a large egg, and about a cup of cheddar and monteray jack mix... I thought that would bind better than the cheddar alone.  Combined well, formed as a circle, then baked for twenty minutes.  Then cooled while I put the sauce together.  On top, bigger mushroom steaks, raw spinach, sausage crumble from yesterday, and cheddar.  Good?  No, I'd honestly call that great.

The crust?  In a way, I mostly didn't notice it.  My crust didn't hold together well enough to handle.  Fork and knife.  While eating it just blended as thick sauce and cheese.  Different from wheat crust pizzas but in a good way, if also in a way my mind couldn't sort purely on it's own.  Difficult to fully explain.  I like or don't like low-carb replacements.  But usually my mind knows, on it's own.  In this case I knew but my mind through senses did not, and didn't care, both.  Which, to me, is the gold standard for a substitute.

I did a few other minor things, but not much.  Oh, I did figure out another part of the problem... no sun.  It has been so dark.  Warm though.  It was 42 F yesterday, one time when I checked.  Spring.  Oh, I expect more precip, perhaps a goodly bit?  Though who ever knows.  Still, I am expecting either more snow or rain.  Just hope not too much or too little?  Ha ha ha.  Never mind.

Today?  Trash, a nap or two, just a few dishes after boiling eggs?  Hmm, you know, I may go with another casserole.  Straight eggs may be too much.  I ate egg casserole this morning to no ill effect, so that will do fine.  I have no extra bacon and don't want to use olives again.  A can of the tomatoes and sausage, with cheese of course?  I should lay in black olives or such, perhaps others.  Oh, I do have ham if I'll stick with sausage.  Any way, after food I will do dishes and hit the kitchen.  Then trash, a bath, and bedding?  A hellifiknow just ran before my eyes!  Later.

Yes, without a trace, again as before?  As frustrating as disappearing might be, it is probably for the better, even if incorrect.  No worries, or of great concern to some, God knows.  Maybe, but not today.  Even had I been Spartacus?  All that is remembered of him was what the Roman's branded him as.  Nothing of who he really was remains.  So, in truth, it is with all famous and infamous men.