barbara, your sausage actually sounds good. dw would jump at a "healthy" sausage.
rock, looks great. how about pork hao you (doin, lol).
hao you means in oyster sauce.
i had an interesting day. after only 2 hours of sleep, dw woke me up to report that my son's favourite goldfish died.
i had noticed the tank (within which are 3 pool comets, a fantail goldfish, and a red eared slider turtle) had gotten cloudy and rank yesterday, so i had planned on cleaning it today.
i was too late. one of the pool comets died polluting the water, also causing the fantail goldfish, "goldie", to kick the bucket.
so while dw kept the boy busy, i drove all over god's green earth to find another damn fantail that looked like goldie.
this is the second time that i've killed the little beast, so really this is goldie v.3.0, lol.
but i found one, and while the little guy was taking a swimming lesson at the "y", i cleaned the tank and got everyone, except "dancer" the pool comet, back into the tank.
i figured i'd break the news to my boy about dancer after dinner, sort of mitigating the real loss of two of his fish because i hadn't gotten to cleaning the tank appropriately.
when i told him, his eyes welled up and he ran downstairs to see if tuga the turtle, goldie, and the other goldfish were ok.
whew, disaster averted. we're having dancer's funeral tomorrow afternoon.
now, as i was cleaning the disgusting smelling tank, i managed to step on a"gift" that our outdoor cat (read stray that we had fixed, feed, and outdoor shelter) left for us. in bare feet my heel smashed a dead mouse, causing it's guts to squish all over. <<shiver>>
so, being completely grossed out, i passed on dw's buffalo burgers and sweet potato fries.
i'm only now able to get the thought of guts in my toes, and that smell of dead fish out of my mind.
dinner will be chinese takeout. no fish, no mice.