Oct 13, 2009 18:33
Last night I made ravioli and topped it with a can of diced tomatoes which I simmered with random seasonings and some olive oil. I almost inhaled the stuff. Tonight I almost stopped at Chipotle or Chevy's for take-out, but remembered the note on my fridge, "No fast food." So, I came home and made the closest thing to Mexican rice I could: Minute brown rice, can of tomatoes, pinch of sugar (Susan says this helps make the tomatoes less bitter, or something), cumin (seed and ground), dried minced onions, and a dash of red pepper flakes. Oh, the onions expired a year ago. I'm not worried, seeing as i never checked dates on seasoning cabinet contents as a kid, just amused. I mixed a helping of rice with the remaining chili from Sunday and a dollop of sour cream. Dude, so good. The rice by itself is also heavenly. I have a ton left over so I'm bringing it to the potluck lunch tomorrow.
Ha ha ha - I just saw the rice is "best when used by March 2009" though it was unopened. If I die tonight, blame the rice and onions!
Ok, here's the weird thing: I don't even really like tomatoes. Well, I have never just grabbed a tomato and taken a bite. If I taste them too much on a sandwich or burger, I take them off. But I can't get enough of them lately. Bizarre.
I was visited twice today by administrators. First time was during reading centers, then later during whole gorup reading. I was actually pretty rockin' when they came in, AND I managed to have the kids state the objective. This is something I really have issue with, since it's just not natural and a really unnecessary dog and pony show trick. However, I just said when convenient "Let's tell our visitors what we're doing" and pointed to the objective we were on from the list on the board. The kids just read it. Boss-man better be happy that I did it at all, and that I didn't screw it up like last time.
I want chocolate now. I want to believe there won't be any bombshells dropped on us at staff development tomorrow. I hope the potluck bbq isn't to butter us up for bad news.
cooking,
argh,
teaching