I have asparagus, cauliflower, and lamb prepared and ready to go in their sous vide baths. Unfortunately, they all need different temperatures and different times so it won't be one meal, but it'll eventually all get eaten I'm sure.
Have made progress on other stuff but not actually finished much of anything. Oh well, two more days for that.
I didn't dust and vacuum today. I did, however, take 150 photographs, film and digital. Oops.
Is making guacamole at midnight a sign that you're too drunk or too sober?
This was all in aid of making a burrito, or course.
It's a sign that you need guacamole!
Mmm, guacomole. Mmm, burrito. Mmm, 150 photos.
Asparagus came out great and I remembered to save a bit to join an omelet later. Cauliflower also quite nice. Lamb will be done simmering (or whatever the correct verb is) around 7 or 8 tomorrow morning, I think I will not do the finishing roast right then.
I made some strawberry/blueberry/jicama "salsa" but realized I have no appropriate containers for that or for the quinoa salad I was going to make. Don't want to bring the glass bowl I tossed it in to my friend's party and maybe break or forget it. Guess I have to go to the store tomorrow.
I came home late-ish and starving so I made a mixing bowl's worth of salad with tuna and avocado and devoured it instanter.
Also, Emmett called me yesterday from camp to wish me a belated birthday, which was sweet.
Today's observation: buffista are awesome, but tend to run out of bourbon too soon
I wish you an even belateder birthday, Hec. I hope it was happy, and that the year ahead is full of good stuff and happy people.
I am participating in the 4th of July tradition of thousands of Atlantans: watching the Peachtree Road Race on television. Even if I felt up to a 10K, nothing would drive me to join 60,000 people on Peachtree. It is, however, a very weird year. They've stopped the next wave of runners because of lightning, so about 30,000 people are milling around in pouring rain waiting to run. They've also been staring at the photos of the guys who crossed the finish line first for a half hour or so, trying to determine the winner.