Hump day. Halfway to the weekend, which is time for one of my favorite fall weekend activities: watching football.
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I should mention that our sunset dinner a few days ago almost didn’t happen.
Last weekend was 75 degrees and sunny, and we may not see warm temps like that until next year. It was a great excuse to grill meat by the river.
Sunday afternoon. Me. Football. TV. Heaven. Sunday afternoon. E. Computer. Office. Heaven.
On Sunday nights of my childhood, my mother often made pot roasts.
Earlier this week I made a Forbidden Sandwich of zucchini and sliced tomatoes, two vegetables E finds repulsive. I asked E what he would cook for himself when I’m not around.
We still had zucchini left over from Marie’s garden. But we did not have much zucchini bread left—we gave most of one loaf to Marie. The other loaf and a half…. I, um…well, I was hungry!
E and I will not see each other for a week. Fashion Week begins today, and I will be out covering shows and parties for work.
I have never fried chicken before. My mother fried it on occasion, but I can’t remember a time when she made any for Dad and I after 1994, when she was working nights, and I went on this kick where everything I ate was stir fried.
E and I are the rare couple that can sit next to each other for hours and say nothing, yet be having the time of our lives.
Last week, I have not been giving one particular being in this household enough attention. No, not E, but the the beef brisket I bought on Monday that has sat in the fridge.
E and I are back on track. So, I’m back in the kitchen.
My friends want me to have a birthday party for myself, but then I end up having to make the plans. I don’t want to do any work to enjoy my birthday. Instead, I’ll make E do it.
July 4th is a special day at our house. Not only is it America’s birthday, it’s mine, too.
Rating: I found a recipe for lamb meatballs that was so easy to make, I had dinner ready in 20 minutes, which put me on the couch in time to watch “House Hunters” on HGTV. We had leftovers, so I made E another sandwich for lunch.
“There’s wind tomorrow,” E declared. “We’re going to the beach.”
Maybe I’ve been spending too much time in the kitchen. Maybe I’ve spent too much time taking care of others and not myself. But despite dating a tall attractive man who loves me, I didn’t feel…sexy.
I was determined to make three sandwiches this weekend–particularly on Saturday. E wanted to go kite surfing on Sunday, tearing me away from the kitchen and computer all day. Though the weather was perfect for the beach, I had to get my laundry done, clean the house, do a mask for my face, work out […]
Here’s another difference between E and I. He is friends with just about all of his ex-girlfriends. In fact, I have met a majority of the women he’s dated because he’s either invited them to our dinner parties or taken me to their birthday bashes and Sunday brunches. I am not friends with any of […]
I ran the Brooklyn Half Marathon this weekend, which was an amazing but intense experience. On Saturday, I was up by 5:30 am to get over to the starting line just a short drive away. By the time I crossed the finish line in about two hours, E was there waiting with a smile.
We were majorly hung over. Two nights ago, we went out with well-intentioned but highly demanding friends who grilled E about the whole wedding thing. “When are you going to get married? What are you waiting for? This sandwich thing is for the birds! I’ll make you three hundred sandwiches in my kitchen this weekend! […]
I should never cook drunk. Cooking under the influence is unlikely to produce tasty results.
Hashtag fail. That’s how I would describe the other night’s dinner.
What a difference a day makes.