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I’m trying a new way to recycle herbs and spices that are well beyond their best-before date. As you know, they don’t go bad, they just get impotent. My mother kindly shared a book on herbal vinegars, so I thought, what have I got to lose? So far the jar of fennel and dried chive vinegar smells only mildly interesting, but I’ll give it a few more days. The very idea of dried chives leaves me perplexed, but I just couldn’t throw the container out (I didn’t buy it, I inherited it, really!).
Bob has set up his music-making objects in the rec room in anticipation of practice sessions with partners in artistic noise. He’s doing test expressions as I write this to help me ascertain whether I need to move to the sunroom for tomorrow afternoon’s conference call. Fortunately, this house seems to be solid enough between floors that I won’t need to.