Half-baked.

The roof is half-done.  I got half my weekend list done.  It was one of those half-baked weekends.  Thanks to the weather forecast this weekend, only Saturday was a dry day.  The finished half of the roof looks great and the roof is supposed to be finished next Saturday.   My confidence in whatever the roofer utters has been slightly diminished.  Turns out I am two metal panels short - the receipt has 'disappeared' and I don't know whether the guy who ordered them made a mistake, the order was shorted or the roofer mis-measured.  In any event, there will probably be two different green stripes on the back.  I declaring it a decorating statement.  I am also 24 firring (sp?) strips short and 800 screws short (well, we knew that, didn't we?).  These two shortages are rankling.  But screws, panels and boards will be bought and the damn roof will be put on.  Geez.

We had a lovely birthday picnic for my mother and mice had once more invaded my car filters.  It also rained most of Sunday and the roof didn't leak.  So, all is not lost.  Not that any of these things is related to the other.

Something that was fully baked - another new recipe, "Savory Zucchini and Ricotta Cheesecake".  I am happy to report that it was DELISH!

Excuse the 'well-used' baking sheet.

I have the girlz over for dinner this Friday and I am wavering.  I found a recipe for tomato and ricotta pie on a brown rice crust (I seem to be fixated on ricotta lately) and then another tempting recipe was picked up by my food radar and now I am torn.  Fall Vege and Ricotta Galette sounds awfully tempting....with a GF crust.  Oy.

Why I never venture through my house unshod - yesterday morning, the anxious tip-tapping of toenails woke me at the usual early hour of 4A.  I threw on my robe and slippers and slogged out through the kitchen and to the back door.  When you have an ancient dog, it's best not to tax his flabby bladder.  I let Lovey and Scrappy out, then turned around and went back into the kitchen to make coffee.  There was a suspicious 'slurk', 'slurk' about my right slipper sole.  The lights went on and I discovered that The Pepperoni had decided to use the indoor facilities.  I said some bad words.  Loudly.  Then I slipped off  and cleaned the offending shoe, made coffee and swept and washed the dining room and kitchen floors.  At 4:30 in the morning.  Needless to say, The Pepperoni went treat-less and was under lockdown for most of the day.  I always relent, but I held firm for hours, I was that ticked-off.  I did spend a inordinate amount of time yesterday wondering what life would be like - petless.  It would be too bleak.

Saturday night, the new rooster was delivered by the whole family.  In the dark.  Pecito (Peck-eeto) is...a bantam.  Sigh.  He looks remarkably like Bunny, but with some subtle differences.  You will have to take my word for it, for the time being.  While he is not one to stand down in the face of Big Bully Hens, he has found that spending the day in the high weeds is a safe bet.  I haven't had a photo op yet.  Last night he was a little confused as to where he was supposed to bed down for the night.  He started with the Anconas - who were displeased; then hopped the fence to the Cayugas - who were confused; then hopped another fence to the Babes - who were alarmed.  I finally scooted him out of the gate and into the coop.  He's a cute little bugger, but I am always afraid that bantams will be hawk bait.  I practically had to sign an agreement with these people that, not only would I look out for his physical well-being, but be on the line for his psychological development and spiritual growth.  I'll do my best.