How old is Emmett this year? 14, 15? Rough age. But he's got good folks surrounding hom.
We had lasagne, then another squabble with the ex, then I worked, and now to bed. After I wash my face. I got shweaty.
But tomorrow is no-errands, no-committmments, all work day. So...yeah.
My dinner was tacos with friends from out of town. I contributed Abita Strawberry. 'Twas good.
How old is Emmett this year? 14, 15? Rough age. But he's got good folks surrounding hom.
He's 15 and a half (almost exactly), and bigger than I was in college.
He's home, he's fed, and he's doing his homework.
Dinner tonight slow cooker pot roast cooked with brussel sprouts carrots and potatoes. liquid was wine herbs de provence, tomato paste, garlic salt black pepper a touch of balsamic vinegar and a touch of honey. It was good.
::makes plans to go to Typo Boy's for dinner::
My dinner was a ham and Swiss sandwich on a baguette, steamed edamame and a sliced fresh pear. I have to say, we have this dinner , like, three times a week.
I have to say, we have this dinner , like, three times a week.
But you use the fancy mustard, right?
I love the dinner round up around here. We eat well, we buffistas.
So the class went well! Only two other people there, but Thursday night is always small. But the routine was good, fit the time frame well, and we all got a work out. So there!
Casual thought spurred by dinner discussion. How big a role prejudice plays in food taste. For example: I love chocolate. That includes chicken mole, and cocoa powder in chile. But: when someone puts chocolate on cheesecake - well that's blasphemy! And I suddenly realized that I can't really justify it - just how I was raised. Chicken breast with (unsweetened) chocolate mole sauce was an occasional treat from the time I was little. Watching the horror on my parents face when they encountered chocolate on cheese cake was also something I remember from when I was little. Its really that simple.
Dinner tonight was a salad, leftover rotisserie chicken, and stuffing, cranberry sauce, and fried apples from Cracker Barrel.
Lunch was actually the best meal of the day. My co-workers and I ate at Vox 306, a new bistro-style restaurant owned by the family that brought fine Italian dining to my hometown. We ate on the patio in perfect weather, and my prime rib flatbread with avocados and wasabi mayo was out of this world.