CSA today had arugula, pak choi, some other kind of greens, a couple of cukes, radishes, okra, broccoli, a couple of sweet peppers, and hot banana peppers. So...
sausage/black bean/pepper/onion casserole (will use this week's and remainder of last week's sweet peppers);
gumbo (will use this week's and last week's okra, perhaps will also toss in the the arugula); need to freeze all the hot peppers sitting around; salad (will use some of the cukes and radishes); probably just stir-fry the greens and steam the broccoli. *nods* And I have in the freezer some
kalua pork, too, which maybe I'll pull out and have for me a couple of nights.
We're going to the art museum tonight, maybe, if SO has his run and shower in reasonable time. This is the last weekend for a good exhibit on Roman art which I'd like to see again, and there's a special "last Friday" thing which goes from 5-8 with cash bar and live music and so on. I will never, ever, understand SO when it comes to these things though; he was the one who wants to do this, and it's already 5:30 and he hasn't even begun his run yet. WTF? If we get there at 7:30, what is the point? Yes yes, the museum is open till 9, but we won't have eaten dinner before we go.
Listening to election coverage on the way back from picking up the CSA was also weird. Well, not weird so much as annoying. Like the clip of the woman who took pictures of Obama and shook his hand when he stopped in a diner, but plans to vote for McCain, yet could not or would not articulate any reason why she was against Obama and for McCain. Is it totally wrong of me to think that if someone has no actual reason why they are voting as they are, they probably shouldn't vote at all? If they have reasons, I can respect that they've at least given it some thought, even if I think their reasons are total crap. I have lots and lots of reasons for my preferences, but boy, one small reason why I'm against McCain would be that the thought of listening to that voice for four years makes me want to vomit. I haven't been able to listen to a presidential speech in eight years without nausea, partly the voice itself and partly the garbage it's spewing.