Oh Suela's dad! Take better care of yourself, man!!
I flew home late last night and went straight to the sleep center and did a study with the cpap. I now have a seemingly-ginormous machine (not actually, but when I think about the hassle of fitting it in my luggage???) to try to get used to. I really hope this like, magically makes me a morning person or some shit.
Making pasta. The "sauce" is chicken breasts, lemon juice, olive oil, a little butter, mushrooms, onions asparagus and appropriate herbs and spices. Normally my reflex is always to add cheese to pasta, but with this combo, probably not. So no mozzarella because it might clash with the asparagus. Agree? Disagree?
Parmesan goes well with asparagus. I think mozzarella would, too, I'm fairly sure I've had it on pizza. But that doesn't sound like it needs cheese, necessarily.
I am sad to report that the Well Re(a)d wine from American Canyon does not taste very good. So it goes.
Nobody else has said anything for two and a hours? Where is everyone?
Where is everyone?
Baking cookies for my crazy husband who is going camping this weekend. (I have no idea what impulse possessed me, but I decided he should have Toll House cookies to take backpacking. So I dug a renegade bag of wheat flour out of the back of the pantry and made some cookies. I feel like I deserve a Donna Reed badge or something.)
I'm in San Francisco shoving pad see ew in my face.
Well, those both sound like worthy occupations. Carry on.
You should totally get a merit badge for baking cookies you can't eat, Tep. That's nobility right there.
I went to Trader Joe's (how I love being able to say that) with K-Bug and D. Now I'm done. No packing tonight.
CJ made sesame chicken and rice for dinner. It is nommy.
I went to Staples and Wegman's, and now I'm looking at the pile of dirty dishes and thinking that I ought to put them in the dishwasher.