Runners are weird
Just after I started my run this morning, an older guy came up behind me and said, "Do you know who Jiminy Cricket is?" He told me I was his Jiminy Cricket this morning, for convincing him to keep running. Does that count as my good deed for the day? 'cuz I'm sure I'll be committing more sins than mitzvahs today. Anyhow, he ran alongside me and started quizzing me on authors to famous works. I missed two before he commented that I'm very well read and asked what my major was. It was very surreal. It was also not very good for my run, as I had to run a little faster than usual to keep up with him (before he left the park at the Plaza), so I did the lower loop in <10min-mi pace. Oops. And then in the final part of my run, I came across a father running with his kid, which is not unusual at all, except that he abruptly turned around and ran back the other way, suggesting he was doing hill repeats with a baby stroller. Ai-yah.
Leaving brunch at Otto on Sunday, I ran into little brother on the way home, an object reminder that I'm liable to run into my siblings anywhere. *gulp*
I cooked tacos from the Cook's Illustrated recipe for the kids last night. Must remember that I only need half a vidalia for that one, and that the recipe as is makes filling for 10 large tacos. Might consider substituting half turkey or bison next time as well. For dessert, I served mango, papaya, and raspberries in a ginger-infused simple syrup. I somehow had lots of extra ginger in the house, so the syrup was almost too gingery, which the kids really liked: apparently liking the taste of ginger is a Stine family thing.
Baby bro was hungover and my sister slept until 3 after going out, so both were very appreciative of my efforts. It was also vastly entertaining to hear about their evenings. Bbro apparently went to a club called "Arena", which made me choke a little. He also had his first ons, which he felt the need to discuss with his sisters. My sister was horrified by the whole idea and made some sharp remarks about a woman who'd do such a thing, which might upset me, except that somehow the idea of my naive little sister being a prude is somehow wonderful. He didn't seem to enjoy it much either, although his opening remark on the topic was, "I think I might be gay." Speaking of things that make me choke a little.
Bc it was on my mind, I asked him if he'd ever been to a strip club and he said, yes, in Montreal. Which led my sister to say, "Well, if you ever want to go to the Penthouse Club, I have the owner's number." *chokes a lot* Apparently she had a business meeting with him and still had his card. And commented that she'd heard the steaks were good. Y'all would be proud of how quiet I was at that point. Anywho, apparently when they were working on a proposal for the guy, one of the VPs reviewing her work looked up at her and went, "They staffed you on this project?" Heh. So, yeah, I'm starting to feel more in the mood to cook and I might start cooking hangover recovery Sunday night dinners for the baby Stines.
Leaving brunch at Otto on Sunday, I ran into little brother on the way home, an object reminder that I'm liable to run into my siblings anywhere. *gulp*
I cooked tacos from the Cook's Illustrated recipe for the kids last night. Must remember that I only need half a vidalia for that one, and that the recipe as is makes filling for 10 large tacos. Might consider substituting half turkey or bison next time as well. For dessert, I served mango, papaya, and raspberries in a ginger-infused simple syrup. I somehow had lots of extra ginger in the house, so the syrup was almost too gingery, which the kids really liked: apparently liking the taste of ginger is a Stine family thing.
Baby bro was hungover and my sister slept until 3 after going out, so both were very appreciative of my efforts. It was also vastly entertaining to hear about their evenings. Bbro apparently went to a club called "Arena", which made me choke a little. He also had his first ons, which he felt the need to discuss with his sisters. My sister was horrified by the whole idea and made some sharp remarks about a woman who'd do such a thing, which might upset me, except that somehow the idea of my naive little sister being a prude is somehow wonderful. He didn't seem to enjoy it much either, although his opening remark on the topic was, "I think I might be gay." Speaking of things that make me choke a little.
Bc it was on my mind, I asked him if he'd ever been to a strip club and he said, yes, in Montreal. Which led my sister to say, "Well, if you ever want to go to the Penthouse Club, I have the owner's number." *chokes a lot* Apparently she had a business meeting with him and still had his card. And commented that she'd heard the steaks were good. Y'all would be proud of how quiet I was at that point. Anywho, apparently when they were working on a proposal for the guy, one of the VPs reviewing her work looked up at her and went, "They staffed you on this project?" Heh. So, yeah, I'm starting to feel more in the mood to cook and I might start cooking hangover recovery Sunday night dinners for the baby Stines.