Hi BZ, Food and Doors

Hi BZWZ. They put up a sign in your honor next to Floorcraft.



Meanwhile, as miserable as Sunday was, as everyone knows who has ever had to Drink the Gallon, when you think you'll never want to put anything in your stomach again, and you're sure you've eaten your last bite of food 'til the end of time...it only lasts until the test is over Monday.

After the Doctor says "You're good to go! No problems! See you in ten years!" (or at least that's what Ducknik says the doctor said, because Plotnik was still pretty groggy), everything changes. After a short nap at home, The Great Plotnik woke up H O N G R Y ! !



First stop was St. Francis Diner in the Mission, where the waitress said: "You really have to try our bacon/cheddar/green onion pancakes."

"Sure, you bet!" said Plotnik.

They really were delicious. Ducknik had chile and Plotnik ate some of that too, poured on top of the pancakes. The leader of a minor Western religion shoveled it all in like Bigfoot.



The first thing he said on the way home, after a stop at Beronio to buy a piece of wood to fix the ancient new downstairs door...



...was "What do want for dinner tonight?"

The answer was a feast: BBQ salmon, brown saffron rice with pine nuts, red beans with tomato and chile, cabbage salad, homemade mango/ginger chutney and mango raita (mangoes on special by the box this week).



About that door. Once again in "We Can Do That!" mode, it took Plot and Duck the entire day Sunday to mount it (and it still has to be taken down again and painted). You would think that all you'd have to do is pop off the old door, set it on the ground...



...then put on the new door, and Zingo.

No no no no no. The new door, which was scrounged from the scrap lumber yard and needed lots of love and care from Ducknik, is more than 100 years old, like the old door, and the two are different sizes and the doorway is not square. (It probably never was square, and in the 115 years since the house was built there have been many earthquakes and land movements and there are no rectangles in Saint Plotniko, only trapezoids.) Also, the old screws in the old hinges were rusted and couldn't be moved. Other issues too. All day, it took. Plot and Duck could have paid $150 to have Handy Mike hang the door. They could have. Yes, they could have.