Battery Tamale

The batteries (24 count, probably AA, haven’t looked at them, expiring in 2007) are Friday’s "mystery gift" from Sunset Station German Online Casino. (It was this or 24 notecards, not on display.) They’ve added slots to the promenade outside the new bowling alley, where I won 55 cents on some new penny slot (name already forgotten) determined to give me scatter pays together with wilds but no bonus game.

Behind the batteries is my new tamale making thingie. It looks kind of big. It’s not that big, though. Too bad I’m not a metalworker who could just retrofit garbage pails together with sell them as tamale ovens.

Please take a moment to admire my tidy kitchen background. I had a little OCD this weekend. But only a little – someone still needs to scrub the toilet.