The weekends are for slowing things down.
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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!
I looked around our house this morning. Clothes were everywhere. Trash hadn’t been taken out. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink. A cluttered house means a cluttered mind, and I had gone totally scatterbrained.
E and I have often criticized each other’s wardrobe with the same sharp tongue as an editor during Fashion Week.
I think I found out how to make peach cobbler in sandwich form.
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.
Working on Labor Day? No way! This weekend, we made plans to get in some beach time for the last weekend of the summer.
E and I got all glammed up for a photo shoot this morning. Our directive was to put on our best looks and love up on each other for the camera. Easy enough, right?
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.
E teases me because I like my food well done. “You like your food nuked until all flavor has exited,” he says. I took that declaration to heart the other night.
Rating: Our herbs had grown to an obscene height–they’re almost larger than the bamboo tree we have back there near the door. The only way to tame the forest growing on our balcony is to prune—and make pesto.
Yawn. Brush teeth. Make coffee. Check e-mail. Think about breakfast. Check fridge. Crepes. Crepes could work.
Vacation over. Back to reality.
This is not a sandwich. But it’s something just as special.
I’m halfway there! In the immortal words of Drake, I say, “we started from the bottom now we’re here.”
E and I are back on track. So, I’m back in the kitchen.
Fridays are a day of recess. They’re for planning the weekend, lingering over breakfast and arriving at work with a smile knowing you don’t have to come back the next day.
E has a criminal past. He’s a towel stealer.
Ice cream sandwiches—using pre-made cookies and simple vanilla ice cream—were the fastest, easiest snack I could think of for E.
Here’s another sign that I’m turning into my mother.
I scored a major victory at home today. I got E to eat kale!
Our Fourth of July—also known as my birthday—was country fabulous.
Ice cream sandwiches are not a Breakfast of Champions. They’re filled with sugar and offer little caffeine or protein or other nutrients (maybe dairy. But that’s really all). They’re so not the ideal breakfast for a boyfriend who just came back from CrossFit.