It’s pulled pork day! Normally I’d already be putting it in the Crock-Pot but the Instant Pot does it in about two hours as opposed to six. Enjoy your retirement, Crock-Pot.
One of the dogs woke me up this morning before 7 am and if you guessed it was the puppy, you guessed wrong. Oh-ho! It was the big one, Mr. Good Boy, usually content to sleep until at least 9 am, who chirped me awake at ass o’clock. Judging from the way he galloped into the kitchen and inspected all the countertops once I let him back inside, he just wanted breakfast. So he’s had that and now they’re both sleeping and there is brown bread in the oven.
I’m not sure if I mentioned that I found disinfectant spray at the grocery store yesterday? It was hanging out all casual on an aisle endcap, which is I’m sure the only reason there was any left. I feel like a WW2 housewife, nattering with all the other hens about what I got with my ration coupons as I wait for my man to return from “over there” (his home office) where he’s bravely fighting the Hun (working for a marketing agency).
After I doused my kitchen in Microban spray I managed to make some masks. I am up to about four per hour now. It’s really nice to sit and sew with an episode of Mad Men playing on my phone. I’m not so much rewatching Mad Men at the moment as I am making the dogs watch it or at least listen to it. Sometimes dogs need a little background noise so they don’t start barking every time a chipmunk down the block trips over a dandelion.
Mad Men, though…I mean I was aware of all this the first time I watched it, but I had sort of forgotten about all the casual racism and misogyny! Yes I know it was 1960 but wow that show is white and sometimes gross? I told my husband last night that watching Mad Men can get depressing if you immerse yourself in it too much and he was like, “Why! Everything seems so fun! Drinking all day at work!” I mean of course you think that, you are a man. And anyway I am not talking of the drinking and smoking, I am talking of the “Ha-ha! Women! They are like children, or clever pets!” type of dialogue that works its way into every episode.
To his credit my husband also said of Pete Campbell: “Why is this guy such a weasel?!” Which is probably the most generous thing that can be said about Pete Campbell.