I've been roasting a pot roast in the crock pot since last night. It's sooooooooo yummy smelling. I just chopped some onions and potatoes and tossed them in with it, and it should be ready to eat by the time John gets home at 9 PM. Mmmmm. I'm really proud of the broth in particular. I poured a cup and a half of wine in the crock pot before putting the roast in and John thought it would be too much wine, but since it's been roasting all night you can barely taste the wine anymore except as an accent, it just tastes rich and thick and warm and salty and delicious.
Now I'm hungry.
I just hope the potatoes are cooked enough by the time John gets here. =-\
Feeling better. Still stuffy and coughing up blood and mucus, and my throat still scratches, but...I feel ok. I wish I could have about a month off from work. Three days to rest and recuperate was just what I needed.
You'd never know how neurotic she is form these pictures.