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Garden waste pickup happens every other week, along with non-recyclables, and this was a recycle week. I assume Signora neither knows nor cares when it's supposed to go out. She just leaves her bags and bins of clippings piled by the fence and eventually it will disappear. Maybe it's the power of suggestion, but her two immediate neighbours decided today would be a good time to set their bags out as well. But not piled against the fence, oh no. Sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. I wrestled them back out of the way, cursing them soundly. Because they're going to leave those bags out for another week, including the three days of rain, and even if they don't disintegrate therefrom the local wildlife and dogs are apt to get at them. And the garbage guys do not take disintegrated garden bags. Yes it's a mild annoyance but seriously, why are people?

Tried DLing Greek onto the upstairs tablet and it hung at 50%. Luckily it loaded instantly on the downstairs one so I can carry on with Themistocles. Though now I'm of two minds. If I enter a Greek word in, uh, romaji, google at once gives me it in Greek with its meaning first thing. Enter it in Greek and I get Greek webpages-- duh-- and need to click on the link to wiktionary which will eventually give me a translation if I scroll down to it after the Doric, Cretan, Lacedemonian, etc. etc. readings. Maybe sticking to romaji is the way to go.

Had my monthly visit to Sushi on Bloor with their Partager wine, and that was nice. Am currently simmering the bones from that chicken I roasted along with some organic celery that was disappointingly tough and bitter, hence useless for the Waldorf salad I'd intended it for. Plus parsley (a splurge) and bay leaves (do bay leaves actually add flavour?) and a large carrot and an ancient apple that might as well go in the stock as anything. Shall definitely strain this and use as stock, since I'm tired of finding tiny bones in my chicken soup. Must have food on hand because: rain most of the weekend plus autumnal crud in the walker's wheels. Expect to be housebound for a stretch.

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My respect knows no bounds for your power of being able to get a taste out of celery.

Also, I feel for you re people and litter. It's a real issue in this town. Awful fly-tipping habits.

I find that celery adds to the flavour of a mixed veggie soup. I only like the inner pale and slender stalks to eat as part of a salad.

True, the only edible parts are the ones inside and then you're left with lots of bruised stringy outer bits. Also celery is not cheap anymore, at least not here, so there are better things to spend money on.

I should try this. My husband hates it so much, but I wonder if that's because of bad experiences with outer stalks.

I'm a super-smeller which may translate into super taster for all I know. Which said, organic celery, like other organic things-- ginger particularly-- speaks with authority, as my father used to say. Adds to the flavour of stock, was too much in the raw flesh.

(Seriously, I never knew what the Brits were on about saying ginger was hot until I bought some organic ginger, which is like, never again. It burns, it burns!)

I don't understand the fly-tippers. The garbage guys will take large items that don't need to be bagged or labelled so why leave them in the alleyway? Mind, if you have many many bags of garbage that won't all fit in the bin, you have to stick special labels on the overflow, and the labels aren't cheap. But this 'hood is not known for impoverishment and still.

Love me some ginger! Yay, let's burn!

Re litter, in fairness, I should say that removing big objects has been made more of a chore by the Council, with its insistence that one makes an appointment at the recycling centre rather than pop along when convenient. But people were just leaving their rubbish in unsuitable places long before that came in.

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Always a case of Can't Be Arsed, I'm sure, a far too common an affliction.