Weekend accomplishments
Mini art journal finishes:
Hurricane season
Our Lady Star of the Sea
Mt. Fuji
Saturday I made breakfast for the 'rents and myself, and after showering/dressing I ran some errands. First I went to the Catholic bookstore to get some 7 day candles, then I went to the grocery store. I came home, did some journaling/planner stuff, folded some towels I'd washed the previous day, had some Tito's and started reading Monica Ojeda's Jawbone. David made garlic sausage hoagies with fried peppers and onions for supper, and afterwards I finished The Diplomat--holy shit I was not expecting it to end the way it did, there better be another season--and started Deutschland89. It's really giving me "Wow I'm old" feels; I mean I can't claim I lived through the Berlin Wall coming down, it's just something I observed at a comfortable remove. But I do remember it happening, and thinking that the entire world was going to change, and now there's two generations for whom it's nothing more than words in history books. Happens to all of us, I guess.
I dressed one of the 7 day candles, so now I have the altar evenly lighted.
Sunday I made Smitten Kitchen's sheet pan eggs and potato chips, with bacon, for breakfast.
I tend to overcook eggs when I make them in the oven, but I got these just right: thoroughly cooked whites, but the yolks still runny.
I watched Dateline, which was about Rebekah Gould, which was the case that the first season of the podcast Hell and Gone was about, although at the time it was still unsolved. It kind of still is; I mean we know who but not why. It really seems like dude just showed up and decided to murder this young woman he barely knew, for no particular reason. *sigh* Men are traaaaash.
I vacuumed the downstairs rugs, then took a shower. In the afternoon I baked and frosted some cookies, washed all of my bedding--not just the sheets but the blanket and comforter, too--and did a load of clothes.
Dinner was maple mustard chicken, a family favorite, and garlic pull-apart bread with salad. Dessert was pink grapefruit sugar cookies.
I don't make cookies very often, because although I am and consider myself to be a talented baker, cookies are kind of an Achilles heel. I always struggle to get the proportions even, and it seems like no matter how much I chill the dough or space them out on the baking sheet, they always seem to run into each other, making a cookies blob that then has to be forced back into individual cookies. However, these ones came out pretty nice. They're a home-baked version of those big, soft, cake-y cookies you find in grocery store bakeries.
I think I'm going to watch Reality on HBO--excuse me, Max--which I heard was really good.
Current cafe board
It's from the diary Charles Darwin kept while aboard the HMS Beagle.
Hurricane season
Our Lady Star of the Sea
Mt. Fuji
Saturday I made breakfast for the 'rents and myself, and after showering/dressing I ran some errands. First I went to the Catholic bookstore to get some 7 day candles, then I went to the grocery store. I came home, did some journaling/planner stuff, folded some towels I'd washed the previous day, had some Tito's and started reading Monica Ojeda's Jawbone. David made garlic sausage hoagies with fried peppers and onions for supper, and afterwards I finished The Diplomat--holy shit I was not expecting it to end the way it did, there better be another season--and started Deutschland89. It's really giving me "Wow I'm old" feels; I mean I can't claim I lived through the Berlin Wall coming down, it's just something I observed at a comfortable remove. But I do remember it happening, and thinking that the entire world was going to change, and now there's two generations for whom it's nothing more than words in history books. Happens to all of us, I guess.
I dressed one of the 7 day candles, so now I have the altar evenly lighted.
Sunday I made Smitten Kitchen's sheet pan eggs and potato chips, with bacon, for breakfast.
I tend to overcook eggs when I make them in the oven, but I got these just right: thoroughly cooked whites, but the yolks still runny.
I watched Dateline, which was about Rebekah Gould, which was the case that the first season of the podcast Hell and Gone was about, although at the time it was still unsolved. It kind of still is; I mean we know who but not why. It really seems like dude just showed up and decided to murder this young woman he barely knew, for no particular reason. *sigh* Men are traaaaash.
I vacuumed the downstairs rugs, then took a shower. In the afternoon I baked and frosted some cookies, washed all of my bedding--not just the sheets but the blanket and comforter, too--and did a load of clothes.
Dinner was maple mustard chicken, a family favorite, and garlic pull-apart bread with salad. Dessert was pink grapefruit sugar cookies.
I don't make cookies very often, because although I am and consider myself to be a talented baker, cookies are kind of an Achilles heel. I always struggle to get the proportions even, and it seems like no matter how much I chill the dough or space them out on the baking sheet, they always seem to run into each other, making a cookies blob that then has to be forced back into individual cookies. However, these ones came out pretty nice. They're a home-baked version of those big, soft, cake-y cookies you find in grocery store bakeries.
I think I'm going to watch Reality on HBO--excuse me, Max--which I heard was really good.
Current cafe board
It's from the diary Charles Darwin kept while aboard the HMS Beagle.