a most imperious slurp . . .

When I get bored, I blog hop.  Some blogs I hit daily, others intermittently.  Today, I stopped by Liv's front porch to she what she's been up to.  Scrump-deliciousness!!!!  She posted a recipe for stuffed tomatoes.  I am drooling.

But then I remembered yesterday.  Meat twice in the same day and I do not get along.  Not that the meatball subs from Sorrento's weren't just THE very best, but add pulled pork for dinner and my body was in full revolt.  Turns out, I am not a meat eater.  Not really.  Before I met my first husband, I had been a vegetarian for seven years.  Enter Mr. Meat and Potatoes and I was back on the red stuff.  When the 9TS had open heart surgery in 2000, we cut way back again.  And since Yervoy did a tap dance on his taste buds, he'd been consuming watermelon in great quantities three times a day for two months, leaving me happily to dine on mainly roasted veggies.  Slurp.

But back to Liv's recipe . . .  drool.   It dawned on me that I could happily modify it substituting chopped zucchini, mushrooms, red bell pepper and ramp up the onion, garlic and mozzarella and come up with something similar to my beloved Stuffed Eggplant, but in roasted tomatoes.  So the ingredients will be first on my shopping list for tomorrow.  I am salivating at the thought.  Thank you, Liv!

Oh and as an aside, I finally tried the new Tasti-Lee tomatoes.  My humble opinion?  I'm back to my Campari tomatoes.  The Tasti-Lee is just too expensive for a flavor undelivered.

Dinner tonight?  Mediterranean Grilled Salmon, snap peas and seasoned rice.  And truthfully, with all the rain, the salmon is going in the oven.  Today is not the day to ask the 9TS to stand in the wet stuff and grill.

Speaking of rain . . . and no, I am not complaining since we are about to enter the dry season which will last until next June . . . it's been storming, drizzling, spitting, driving and leaking since Friday.   Joanie and I waltzed in the rain Friday morning, got rained out Saturday and managed to sneak in a dry 4.71 miles this morning.  The stuff is still coming down.  Happily, it breaks long enough that we are not flooding.   Very conducive to sleeping, reading, nesting and fiddling.  I am slug, hear me roar.

pinterest hates me . . .

and so, I am going to post my little found nuggets here:

and here:

and here:

and here:

and my favorite, here:

so there!

sigh . . .

The tumors have not changed.  Dr. K. is pleased because it means they neither grew nor were there any new ones.  And, the Yervoy is still working.  We may see better results when we go back in December. 

The 9TS and I are a little disappointed.  We were hoping they would have either shrunk or disappeared.  But, it is what it is and we'll keep on keeping on.

Tonight is definitely a wine night.   Thanks all, for the prayers.  You did good!!!!

double grrrrr . . .

1.   after all these years of tests, we screwed up.  No food prior to a CT.  And we had just stopped and filled the 9TS up with MickeyD cinnamon buns.  Now we have to wait until 3:30 and our appointment with Dr. K is at 4:00.  More nail biting.  How could we have!?!?!?!?!   The 9TS is down now getting his blood test done.

The 9TS's magic elixir:

p.s.  it's doesn't taste all that magical, judging from the look on his face.  Sigh.

2.   OMG, they took him to insert his IV half an hour ago and now he is MIA.

      (Starting on knuckles!!!)

3.   Turns out someone picked up on the fact that he broke out in hives after the last contrast CAT.  They want him to come back tomorrow.  After explaining where we live, they decided to do just a non-contrast CAT.  Now we don't know if we will get the results today or not.

3.   Dr. K. is running behind.  Which is actually good.  Gives them more time to read the CAT.

4.   The 9TS has gained 4 pounds!!!!!   YAY!!!  More updates to come.

aarrrghhhh . . .

nibbling my nails to the quick.

getting antsy . . .

just checked my iPhone and there was a message from Moffitt reminding us of our appointments on Thursday.  The big reveal.

First the 9TS will have a C-Scan, then they will run his blood work.  Finally, we will meet with Dr. K. and get the results.  We will finally find out if this summer's Yervoy debacle was worth the effort.  According to all of the trials, we should see if the tumors have shrunk.  Fingers crossed.  If it worked, not only is there a chance for a cure but, the Yervoy will have taught all of his T-cells to attack the cancer cells.  So if it were to reoccur anywhere in his body, the T-cells will go into warrior pose. 

Please, please, please keep your fingers crossed  . . . . and pass the Ativan!

p.s.  If you are older than mud, like me, you'll remember this:

goodness, goodness, gracious . . .

Saturday, we took off.  Ran away.  We were headed to an art festival in delightful, downtown, Deland, but apparently I was the only one who knew about it.  The city did not.  Oops.  But, as long as we were there, we decided to enjoy ourselves and wander the streets before eating at the Mainstreet Grill.  And let me tell you, the weather was oh, so beautiful.  The first day of fall weather.  High in the low 80's, even lower humidity.  Does it really get any better?

We stuck our noses in all kinds of shops.  I found a multicolored, mirrored fabric bag in one and wooden cat for my collection in another, oh and the 9TS bought me a white country crock for the kitchen.  Katie scored a onesie for her God daughter, a bird cage and a Star Wars Pez dispenser set.  We are nothing if not eclectic.

 This baby was sitting on a shelf in a restoration store.  Hum!!

 

Kidlet caught the 9TS and I smooching but I opted not to post that shot.  This one will do instead.

 

Walking along the street, Kidlet found a deserted wagon complete with sink on top.  Double hum.

 

Not to mention her penchant for other things enamel:

and after a while, we wandered home for dinner.  Sue had shared a recipe with me that I decided to spring on Kidlet and the 9TS.  What it lacked in flavor . . . which wasn't much and might have had something to do with my dyslexic confusion with teaspoons and tablespoons, flour vs. sugar  . . . it made up in speed.
Turned these granny smiths:

 into this rustic apple strudel: 

Slurp!!

It was a good day in our world.

Friday: 2.67
Saturday: 4.79
Sunday: 4.86