Hoisin Foray

Cooked with hoisin for the first time this evening. A little garlic, little dijon, comes out fantastic. My spice rack is starting to rival my old Grannies'. I forgot what a morale boost really well prepared home cooked meals can be.
Last night I go out for a smoke in the wee hours in the morning and there's a momma bear with her really cute little baby bear munching away on the lawn where I live. I made the sign of the cross and backed away slowly. One of the local bears tried to get into my car to get at some food I stupidly left in the vehicle the other night. It chewed on the rubber around one of the windows, the bugger. They've had to destroy eight habituated bears in this area so far this year.
My back went out really badly a few days ago. The lovely Doctor at the local hospital gave me enough meds to keep me too stoned to know my name for a few days. When the meds ran out the pain was down to a dull roar and I can get on with my day. I'm still walking around like I have a golf club shoved up my arse, WAY up, but I can sense improvement with my mobility.