saturday at the market
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verbicideJeff came over to pick me up and we set out for the Farmer's Market. For some odd reason, Jeff did not park at our usual 50th/15th spot. He decided to park 100 miles away (Also known as 55th/12th). Which resulted in me chirping frantically at him the entire way and making him carry my Timbuk. "Where are we? How far is it now? OMG, why did you park over there. Isn't this technically another neighborhood? Why didn't we park where we normally park? Where is it again? OMG we're entering from the opposite side. This is so wrong. Why did we do this?" Jeff rolled his eyes and managed to ignore me.
(I am obsessively a creature of habit. Change completely freaks me out. Amy can confirm the story of when our college Safeway changed its layout. I regarded it with suspicion for the rest of our sojourn there--which was years.)
My favorite time of year at the market is summer, and I'm sad to have missed peaches. But there was still so much. We were both overwhelmed. I bought a jewel box of tomatoes, some lettuce, a teeny bunch of baby carrots. I bought a baguette and some spinach and a beautiful bunch of Italian parsley. Two Walla Walla onions and some baby Gala apples. But that was it. I'm trying to be more conservative with my purchases so I have less rotting vegetation to toss out at the end of the week.
Amongst his vegetables, Jeff had also bought some glorious cumin gouda, so we ran back to his place to put it in the fridge. Chris was home, so the three of us went to the Ale House for lunch. Afterwards, I went with Jeff to get his haircut at Rudy's and then we came back to my place. Jeff took a nap on the couch and I started to clean the kitchen, did some laundry, and started in on the bedroom. And there's nothing cuter than the sight of a burly man snuggling underneath a pink and white quilt, I tell you what. Poor baby was sacked out. The weather change has been hard on all of us. But Jeff, like Judy, is a freakish sun-worshiper and it hits them harder, I think.
Jeff left and I hung out with Hobbes and eventually made dinner. I'd wanted to try this rosemary-lemon-garlic grilled chicken recipe. It was super easy and came out great. I also had thawed the amazing, homemade, Italian-mama marinara Jeff's mom had given me and made some cheese ravioli. I'm learning to eat pasta as a side dish and not out of a trough. And to round it out, I had some sauteed spinach and a few slices of toasted baguette.
I've been rewatching Firefly. Dear. God. In. Heaven. It just makes me weep. Why is it gone? It confirms my suspicion that the universe is a bad and unholy place. Not to be trusted. Why is Nathan Fillion so blindingly hot? Gaaaaaah.
Hobbes and I hung out until bedtime, and I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (finally began that epic re-read) until I passed out in bed.
(I am obsessively a creature of habit. Change completely freaks me out. Amy can confirm the story of when our college Safeway changed its layout. I regarded it with suspicion for the rest of our sojourn there--which was years.)
My favorite time of year at the market is summer, and I'm sad to have missed peaches. But there was still so much. We were both overwhelmed. I bought a jewel box of tomatoes, some lettuce, a teeny bunch of baby carrots. I bought a baguette and some spinach and a beautiful bunch of Italian parsley. Two Walla Walla onions and some baby Gala apples. But that was it. I'm trying to be more conservative with my purchases so I have less rotting vegetation to toss out at the end of the week.
Amongst his vegetables, Jeff had also bought some glorious cumin gouda, so we ran back to his place to put it in the fridge. Chris was home, so the three of us went to the Ale House for lunch. Afterwards, I went with Jeff to get his haircut at Rudy's and then we came back to my place. Jeff took a nap on the couch and I started to clean the kitchen, did some laundry, and started in on the bedroom. And there's nothing cuter than the sight of a burly man snuggling underneath a pink and white quilt, I tell you what. Poor baby was sacked out. The weather change has been hard on all of us. But Jeff, like Judy, is a freakish sun-worshiper and it hits them harder, I think.
Jeff left and I hung out with Hobbes and eventually made dinner. I'd wanted to try this rosemary-lemon-garlic grilled chicken recipe. It was super easy and came out great. I also had thawed the amazing, homemade, Italian-mama marinara Jeff's mom had given me and made some cheese ravioli. I'm learning to eat pasta as a side dish and not out of a trough. And to round it out, I had some sauteed spinach and a few slices of toasted baguette.
I've been rewatching Firefly. Dear. God. In. Heaven. It just makes me weep. Why is it gone? It confirms my suspicion that the universe is a bad and unholy place. Not to be trusted. Why is Nathan Fillion so blindingly hot? Gaaaaaah.
Hobbes and I hung out until bedtime, and I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (finally began that epic re-read) until I passed out in bed.
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Date: 2007-10-16 12:43 am (UTC)I watched Drive. I loved Nathan in it (natch), and you could definitely see its possibilities to become a good show, but I knew from the first episode it was going to be canceled. Nathan rocked in it, though.
Yes, Waitress I'm looking forward to. But there's just a depressing dearth of Nathan-abilia.
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Date: 2007-10-16 01:42 am (UTC)(And you're lucky to have a viewing-censor!)