A slow, pleasant, evening.

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I would like it to pick up.  We will see.  Pistachios, and tea.  Not enough.  but it will stall any wipeout.  I need something a bit more.  I have good eggs, and I have storebought.  I don't have enough good eggs for a larger casserole, but I do have enough storebought.  Not perfect, but they are cage-free.  I avoid "organic" if possible.

A portion of the remaining bacon, the cream cheese I had out for soufflés, cream to add a bit more fat... bring the macros up, onion because duh, as well as garlic, cheddar and parmesan.  Anything else?  Perhaps some peperoni chips, just because?  Diced and added.  Not a lot, just enough to add that unique flavor.  Actually, not much of anything will be added.  Just enough to so that each is in every other, or every third, bite.  Then mixed and baked.  Yes, I think that will do.  Well, pepper, less salt than needed but enough to begin getting some salt in it... can't salt from done and get good results... too one dimensional.

Yes.  And that would feed me for several days, maybe a week.  Fresh greens, tomorrow, to put it on.  As well, salsa to put on it... and guacamole.  Depending on the bank.  And, yet, if I can finish the dishes, I would like to cook frozen hindquarters in the instapot.  For just thighs, frozen, six, it takes 20 minutes.  For the whole hindquarter, frozen, I am betting 30~35 minutes.

Then I will let those cool, strip the meat, put the bones back in... with various this and that... and let it run for a few hours.  Just a bit more stock for soup.  I won't do a full eight quarts, more like five or six... six with the bones?  No, five quarts would be safer.  I still need to pull more stock out, then make soup later, as well.  That is so very filling.  And it is cool enough still to enjoy.

It was 45 F, outside, after a check.  I decided to close up the home and turn the furnace up to 66 F.  The house is 66, so it won't even run.  And, 66 is starting to feel rather... nice.  I am enjoying the last of the cool before spring or summer try hitting hard.  Bit by piece by part, I am trying to arrange for a soft landing into that.  Who knows, this year... an hundred fifty days of blistering heat or another single month summer.  It's... all good... better if it stays consistent.  Variations confuse my body.

Anyway... just thoughts.  I'll try to get going before too long.  Good evening.  Later, probably.