waiting for flan

No words today. I cleaned and I visited with my father and stepmother, who has an insane desire to move to Santa Cruz, which is not exciting to mt father who has, well, a life, in San Francisco. I don't know who to root for. But we did look at nice houses today.

I have an orange flan in the oven. It should have been done by now.

Yesterday the mighty hunters brought home a passel of craterellus and a few candy caps and a blewit (sorry, no picture. Suffice it to say: it's mauve). I sauteed them and mixed them with ziti. We had deliciousness.

I'm very sleepy and I want that flan to finish up.