Leftovers today, with the exception of the main dish: a black-bean quiche. The crust was too thick and the inside too runny, which made sense because I didn't have a recipe. Next time, instead of adding milk, I'll add a bit of mayonnaise and do an eggless crust. That will be delicious.
I think made with black bean, tomatoes, onions, corn, 4 eggs, 1/8 cup mayonnaise and a little bit of taco spice it would be really delicious. I'll try it again and see what happens, because I need more ways to serve black beans.
Lately I've been walking to a pond near my house in the mornings. There's a family of ducks there, and yesterday I realized one of the ducklings had eaten a balloon. The green ribbon is stuck in his mouth and throat and he can't get them out. My husband and I have been walking up to the pond in the evenings now, feeding them bread to see if they'll eventually trust us enough to let us pull the ribbon out. I have a feeling the duckling will die first, though. It makes me so sad to see the consequences of human carelessness like this. And this is just a duck and a balloon. It's not much compared to the things we've done in places like Fukushima. It's things like this that make me feel so powerless.