i'm your huckleberry
Mar. 4th, 2012 01:14 amGot up. Cleaned house. Got a call from a raptor (not veloci). And then got myself out the front door to get some groceries for the evening.
I came home. Remembered that I should eat sometime before dinner, and had some very unsatisfying Safeway deli chow mein. I know. I never thought I would be someone who didn't care about food, but for the first time in my life I see it largely as a nuisance. If I could take my daily nutrition and calories in a pill form first thing in the morning, I would be ecstatic. (Exception: when friends are coming over, like tonight. Then food is a celebration!) Mostly I've accepted that all I want to eat right now are saltines, frosted mini wheats, and tunafish. I can also handle Safeway soups and salads. Weird, huh? Really not in the mental space to cook, lately.
So I unpacked groceries.Juiced a thousand key limes. Chased Annouk around for a bit. And then Sarah arrived! She arrived early because we were going to go to Greenlake, and poor Neel's knees can't handle that right now, so she came alone. But then her eyeball was owie, so we walked back to Safeway to get some Visine and Claritin, and decided not to further offend her allergies by immersing her in nature.
We watched the addictive Gotye video.That guy is so my current imaginary boyfriend. He's adorable in interviews, too. I started to get dinner together. On the menu: homemade tortilla chips, guacamole, steak and black bean chili, jalapeño-cheddar biscuits, frozen key lime pie. Thank you, Pressure Cooker, for making life so much easier. This was my second time with this adaptation of the Smitten Kitchen chili, and this time I didn't scorch the bottom of the pot to hell. I think the spices were a little intense, a little raw tasting, but overall I was okay with it. Next time I would add the spices earlier, like with the garlic.
Neel arrived. And then, as the best nights go, we listened to music, shrieked with laughter, I cooked, we all ate. We'd decided upon the most bizarre double feature ever--First Wives Club and Tombstone. Connected thinly by our love for both Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell. That was too much fun.
Tomorrow the horror of laundry awaits, but as it's only two loads, I can't really complain.
I came home. Remembered that I should eat sometime before dinner, and had some very unsatisfying Safeway deli chow mein. I know. I never thought I would be someone who didn't care about food, but for the first time in my life I see it largely as a nuisance. If I could take my daily nutrition and calories in a pill form first thing in the morning, I would be ecstatic. (Exception: when friends are coming over, like tonight. Then food is a celebration!) Mostly I've accepted that all I want to eat right now are saltines, frosted mini wheats, and tunafish. I can also handle Safeway soups and salads. Weird, huh? Really not in the mental space to cook, lately.
So I unpacked groceries.Juiced a thousand key limes. Chased Annouk around for a bit. And then Sarah arrived! She arrived early because we were going to go to Greenlake, and poor Neel's knees can't handle that right now, so she came alone. But then her eyeball was owie, so we walked back to Safeway to get some Visine and Claritin, and decided not to further offend her allergies by immersing her in nature.
We watched the addictive Gotye video.That guy is so my current imaginary boyfriend. He's adorable in interviews, too. I started to get dinner together. On the menu: homemade tortilla chips, guacamole, steak and black bean chili, jalapeño-cheddar biscuits, frozen key lime pie. Thank you, Pressure Cooker, for making life so much easier. This was my second time with this adaptation of the Smitten Kitchen chili, and this time I didn't scorch the bottom of the pot to hell. I think the spices were a little intense, a little raw tasting, but overall I was okay with it. Next time I would add the spices earlier, like with the garlic.
Neel arrived. And then, as the best nights go, we listened to music, shrieked with laughter, I cooked, we all ate. We'd decided upon the most bizarre double feature ever--First Wives Club and Tombstone. Connected thinly by our love for both Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell. That was too much fun.
Tomorrow the horror of laundry awaits, but as it's only two loads, I can't really complain.
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