Mirth, Mercilessly, with Zucchini

The RantWomen done VOTED. To candidates still filling RantWoman's email, snail mail, and voicemail, SORRY.

Sunday supper menu because the menu always matters and it was RantMom's turn to cook: brown rice, frozen meatballs, and a zucchini and tomato thing made in the crockpot.

Between hot day and annoying ventilation without whirring fans at RantMom's the RantWomen opted to leave hot food in the kitchen and bring only our bowls to the table. Smart choice.

Tasty, but both RantWomen decided some parmesan cheese would be nice since the norm in RantWomen land is sparing use of salt.

There were also crudite with humus to dip in

And there was ice cream with peaches for dessert.

Duly fortified we plunged in.

RantWoman had links to a couple voters' guides on her phone. In the end, the RantWoman relied only on RantMom reading aloud from the Voter's pamphlet and our guts. It's a PRIMARY. We WILL get to vote again.

Spoiler Alert: if you cannot get yourself out the door  to collect at least ONE endorsement, don't expect the RantWomen to give a flying .... about your campaign.

Exceptions made for mirth-causing candidates' statements.

RantWoman is so used to gritting her teeth when the illustrious Mr. Alex Tsimmerman rises to speak in public events that RantWoman had no intention of even asking RantMom to look at his mayoral candidate's statement. RantMom looked anyway and did not find a single chuckle-free paragraph. Thank you sir. No, you still did not win any votes, but thanks for the laughs.