In which I'se strong in the finach.

Cause I eats my spinach.

A long delay, in which blog posts have been written, but not posted. The process of adjustment to my new life continues, 

and sometimes thoughts get a bit darker than I want to put out in public. (I don't know who all might read this blog.)

    The thought of the day concerns Eggs Florentine. (Man, I'm coming to like spinach. It's like salad you can cook.) I tried this yesterday, poaching an egg in a silicon egg poacher. Since it's made of the same stuff that really good oven mitts are, I thought it might take longer to cook than I was hoping for... and I was right. Also, the egg stuck, so it rated a fail.

     Plan B: got a microwave egg poacher. Poaching eggs in a microwave has never been a great option, because the yolks cook much faster than the whites. Still, I figured that if they did it right, the plastic might heat up and cook the whites from the outside in, and all would be lovely.

     Nope. It would not be true to say that you could play golf with the yolks. They're too smooth, and a bit too small. About right for ping-pong, however.

     Plan C: Marry somebody smart, and steal her method. The next trick will be to 1) butter the poacher before the eggs go in; 2) separate the eggs, and cook the whites for 30 seconds before you put the yolks in. 3) add the yolks for another 30 seconds or so, 4) Open the poacher, and hope that this worked.

     Unlike the Ping-pong Yolk Conundrum, the amazing spinach-water conjunction has been definitively solved. Draining spinach is a drag. If you try decanting out the water, by the time you tip the bowl far enough to dump the water, the spinach starts falling out, and I'm trying not to use that kind of language. The answer, of course, is canned tuna fish.

     Not that I eat tuna fish any more. I started getting taller every time we had a heat wave, so it looks like there really is a mercury problem with it. But they do sell strainers for tuna fish (is there really anybody who doesn't just use the lid?) and with these, and diligence, you can drain the spinach without dumping it in the sink. (Take my advice, and buy your diligence in the 64 oz. cans. Otherwise, the price is ridiculous.)

     Music for the moment: Marian McPartland's Piano Jazz show. She's gone now, but her show is great.

     Coming soon: results of a follow-up blood test, and a follow-up fitness test; news on the house, and even, perhaps a sketch of the workbench,