Off to the Races... tomorrow.
5K tomorrow.
My sister is coming with me! She is not going to run, but she is going to wait at the stadium for me to finish. Her only requirement is that I wear something that will stand out so she knows it is me.
As a result, I am going to be a sorta That Guy (or That Runner) and wear the BRIGHT ORANGE t-shirt from the race I ran in *last weekend.* That is so... off.
Anyway, I am making myself dinner tonight: Linguini with Red Clam Sauce. I have been craving it since yesterday morning when I was in a debate about how natural it is to see red clams in sauce and clam chowder
"Clams don't bleed!"
"Ugh. So?!"
"Red isn't natural!"
I should have shot back with, "Clams are not on spoons in nature, either!" Oh, well.
The rest of the morning I was DYING for Abruzzi's red clam sauce.
Tonight I satisfy my craving.
I get to cook a little again. :D
My sister is coming with me! She is not going to run, but she is going to wait at the stadium for me to finish. Her only requirement is that I wear something that will stand out so she knows it is me.
As a result, I am going to be a sorta That Guy (or That Runner) and wear the BRIGHT ORANGE t-shirt from the race I ran in *last weekend.* That is so... off.
Anyway, I am making myself dinner tonight: Linguini with Red Clam Sauce. I have been craving it since yesterday morning when I was in a debate about how natural it is to see red clams in sauce and clam chowder
"Clams don't bleed!"
"Ugh. So?!"
"Red isn't natural!"
I should have shot back with, "Clams are not on spoons in nature, either!" Oh, well.
The rest of the morning I was DYING for Abruzzi's red clam sauce.
Tonight I satisfy my craving.
I get to cook a little again. :D