One of Four (not Seven of Nine)

I've gotten a bit behind posting Resolution Recipes. I missed the recipe from two weeks ago; but I cooked an extra one to make up for it. I also never got around to posting last week's. So, now that you're bored with unnecessary explanations, here is a Recipe.

Scallops and Cauliflower in Sauce
( callistoni could eat this one )

Not feeling guilty

goldenstag, perhaps mistakenly, offered me the choice of showing up to rehearsal today. I have a small part and I'm not really needed today. So, I jumped at the chance to stay home and relax with the wife today. It's been a while since I've had the whole weekend at home, and I prolly won't for the rest of the year. So this is nice.

This recipe is callistotoni's and mad_duchess's fault... I have the book they were talking about.
Buttermilk Waffles
( Also, I had the time to cook this recipe this morning. )

This gets me caught up through last week. I'm cooking two more Resolution Recipes today, for this week and also next week when I'm in New York on business. Airport to hotel and probably back to airport, although I'm going to try to hit a museum. I keep trying to make it to the Cloisters and not getting there...

That Cat Nearly Goes Splat

Background: our Edwardian flat has double-hung windows - they open from the top as well as the bottom. The kitchen windows go all the way up to the ceiling. We generally don't leave the bottom window open much anymore, because Galen tries to investigate the Great Outdoors. Since it's a two-story drop to the concrete pit below, this Would Be Bad.

I was baking last night and it was warm, so we had one of the top windows open. Around 11:30 PM, the wife heard a meow she hadn't heard before... that's often a warning sign of some sort, so she hastened into the kitchen.

Galen had jumped onto the windowsill, and from there jumped onto the open top window frame. He was busy sniffing, with his feet on the window pane and his head hanging outside. As she came in, he scrabbled a bit and tried to get away - outside. Where he would have plummeted onto the concrete.

Needless to say, our windows now stay locked unless we're actively in the kitchen. This will make things much warmer next summer... but it's probably better than paraplegic kitty.