i cook, therefore i am
Oct. 28th, 2006 03:53 pmUpdate on Heroes: I both read the online graphic novel and watched the last episode of Heroes on nbc.com (Leigh D. Butler--you rule for pointing that out) and I loved it! Really looking forward to the next episode now!
I've been home sick this past week, and it's been annoying. But, being at home is very wonderful, so I love it. But then I miss people. The conclusion really here is that I am a crazy person.
I had the dreadful migraine on Tuesday. Seemingly recovered on Wednesday, but felt like crap Wednesday night. Wasn't dying Thursday morning, but felt tired and fog-headed, so took the day off. And when Friday rolled around with a sore throat and body aches, decided to take that off, too.
Except I didn't really take it off, I went into the office for a few hours on Tuesday and worked nearly full days from home on Thursday and Friday. Deadlines to beat. Etc. I ate like six-hundred bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and spent the rest of the day wanting to barf.
Sarah came over with dinner on Thursday night and Jeff came over Friday night (and promptly fell asleep on the couch, *coo*). This has kept me from turning into a gibbering. cabin-fevered loon.
Got up this morning, talked to Didier and even got to see his picture (so cute! so French!) and then went to pick up Jeff for a quick hop around the market and lunch. I am determined to recreate the fabulous Ribollita (Tuscan soup) that Rob made last weekend, and yet forgot my stupid list of vegetables. I called them up and Kelly was my hero because he looked up the recipe and recited it to me.
Jeff and I wandered down to Costas for lunch and then I dropped him off at home, absconding with his glorious soup pot. Just wish I had a damn immersion blender, because it would make life so much easier. But that's a purchase for down the line.
It was the day of errands. After dropping Jeff off, I went over to Ballard Market because they have such wonderful meat and the butcher cut the size of brisket I wanted (going to try Hawk's mom's recipe this weekend). I also bought poundage of sweet potatoes to make the chipotle-smashed version again. It's going to be a Monday surprise for Jeff, because he loved them so much. He may strangle me when I show up with a loaf of bread, a ton of soup, and potatoes. But he may not, as we've both accepted I am the reincarnation of his Nonni.
After Ballard Market, I ran into Bartells (under the malevolently watchful eye of the Bartell's parking-lot geezer). And because of said geezer, didn't run next door into JoAnns. I really want to start buying fabric to do a Log Cabin quilt because I think it's so gorgeous. But I should hold back and perhaps complete (or you know, start) the six-dozen other craft-y projects I have materials for. Then I stopped by Dreamstrands, splurged by buying all three trade paperback books of Ex Machina and the latest issues of Y: The Last Man, Fables, and Jack of the Fables (or whatever it's called). They really need to release the 4th TPB of Ex Machina because I am DYING FOR IT NOW.
Then, I got home, e-mailed Ellie to tell her that I am lame and not coming to her Halloween party. I may be well enough to go to the market, but definitely don't have the energy for a party or to even leave the house again. And really, I would stop by if my costume didn't require hours of makeup-prep. So I will chop some veggies and simmer soup and slow-cook beef, all while working on my technote for work, watching BSG (season 1, thank you Sarah!), and playing Final Fantasy Tactics.
Somewhere in there, I should also study French. Didier and I are going to try to talk on Sunday mornings, too, to get extra practice in!
Oh, Oh *preen* - Jeff introduced me to this fabulous blog. (Warning, not very vegetarian-friendly, and a little gruesome in parts.) And said to me, "It was perfect! Paris, cooking, and this urban, hip woman--I thought, YOU!" It's the life of a female chef in a 3-star Parisian restaurant. I really want to make the yogurt gelato. I so need to buy the ice cream maker attachment for my Kitchen-Aid mixer!
Okay, I need to go hydrate myself and start chopping!
I've been home sick this past week, and it's been annoying. But, being at home is very wonderful, so I love it. But then I miss people. The conclusion really here is that I am a crazy person.
I had the dreadful migraine on Tuesday. Seemingly recovered on Wednesday, but felt like crap Wednesday night. Wasn't dying Thursday morning, but felt tired and fog-headed, so took the day off. And when Friday rolled around with a sore throat and body aches, decided to take that off, too.
Except I didn't really take it off, I went into the office for a few hours on Tuesday and worked nearly full days from home on Thursday and Friday. Deadlines to beat. Etc. I ate like six-hundred bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and spent the rest of the day wanting to barf.
Sarah came over with dinner on Thursday night and Jeff came over Friday night (and promptly fell asleep on the couch, *coo*). This has kept me from turning into a gibbering. cabin-fevered loon.
Got up this morning, talked to Didier and even got to see his picture (so cute! so French!) and then went to pick up Jeff for a quick hop around the market and lunch. I am determined to recreate the fabulous Ribollita (Tuscan soup) that Rob made last weekend, and yet forgot my stupid list of vegetables. I called them up and Kelly was my hero because he looked up the recipe and recited it to me.
Jeff and I wandered down to Costas for lunch and then I dropped him off at home, absconding with his glorious soup pot. Just wish I had a damn immersion blender, because it would make life so much easier. But that's a purchase for down the line.
It was the day of errands. After dropping Jeff off, I went over to Ballard Market because they have such wonderful meat and the butcher cut the size of brisket I wanted (going to try Hawk's mom's recipe this weekend). I also bought poundage of sweet potatoes to make the chipotle-smashed version again. It's going to be a Monday surprise for Jeff, because he loved them so much. He may strangle me when I show up with a loaf of bread, a ton of soup, and potatoes. But he may not, as we've both accepted I am the reincarnation of his Nonni.
After Ballard Market, I ran into Bartells (under the malevolently watchful eye of the Bartell's parking-lot geezer). And because of said geezer, didn't run next door into JoAnns. I really want to start buying fabric to do a Log Cabin quilt because I think it's so gorgeous. But I should hold back and perhaps complete (or you know, start) the six-dozen other craft-y projects I have materials for. Then I stopped by Dreamstrands, splurged by buying all three trade paperback books of Ex Machina and the latest issues of Y: The Last Man, Fables, and Jack of the Fables (or whatever it's called). They really need to release the 4th TPB of Ex Machina because I am DYING FOR IT NOW.
Then, I got home, e-mailed Ellie to tell her that I am lame and not coming to her Halloween party. I may be well enough to go to the market, but definitely don't have the energy for a party or to even leave the house again. And really, I would stop by if my costume didn't require hours of makeup-prep. So I will chop some veggies and simmer soup and slow-cook beef, all while working on my technote for work, watching BSG (season 1, thank you Sarah!), and playing Final Fantasy Tactics.
Somewhere in there, I should also study French. Didier and I are going to try to talk on Sunday mornings, too, to get extra practice in!
Oh, Oh *preen* - Jeff introduced me to this fabulous blog. (Warning, not very vegetarian-friendly, and a little gruesome in parts.) And said to me, "It was perfect! Paris, cooking, and this urban, hip woman--I thought, YOU!" It's the life of a female chef in a 3-star Parisian restaurant. I really want to make the yogurt gelato. I so need to buy the ice cream maker attachment for my Kitchen-Aid mixer!
Okay, I need to go hydrate myself and start chopping!
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