Blargh and Babble
Today is a downish sort of day. There's no particular reason for it that I can figure out. It just sort of is. Blargh.
I am slightly less busy at work today than I have been in weeks. It certainly isn't that I haven't anything to do, but there are fewer things with looming deadlines that have to be done right this second oh my god go go go!, and I'm finding it a strange sort of letdown. I should be very careful what I say, I know, because with my luck I'll have six of those oh my god right now go go go! projects dropped on my desk between the time I leave tonight and the time I come in tomorrow! Actually, I think I'd be just fine with that. It rocks to be moving through each of these projects smoothly and competently. So yay for that.
The weather is falltabulous today. It's lovely and cool, but not cold, and the sun is just right for sitting outside during lunch and reading. And so that's what I did after I finished my glorious grilled salmon. Yum.
I'm reading the third Evan Evans mystery by Rhys Bowen. There's a glossary of Welsh words and phrases at the beginning. I so want to learn Welsh. I wish I'd asked my grandmother to teach me. The only thing I remember is nos da. And that doesn't get me very far. So. When I win the lottery, I shall hire a Welsh tutor. I wonder if I could get a two-for-one deal by hiring a Welsh tutor who also happens to be a personal trainer? Then again, that might not do much to promote a love of the language.
I really need a manicure. I should do that tonight. Instead of trimming and filing and buffing and polishing, though, I think I'll go out for a beer. Hooray beer! I'm far less likely to color outside the lines with beer than with nail polish, you see. And I prefer to be tidy.
The infamous vegetarian spicy black bean chili? It was not so spicy. It was, in fact, rather spice deficient. It tasted like very tomatoey black bean stew. That's not at all a bad thing, but it isn't what I was looking for in a chili. There's loads left over, though, and I think it can be saved. I shall spice-ify the hell out of it and see what happens. Also, I shall make cornbread. I don't remember the last time I had cornbread. Yes I do. It was when I went to John Sandford's book signing. I had dinner at Boston Market first, and I had a cornbread muffiny thing. I want the not-so-sweet version, though. The sweet stuff is strangely cakelike, and while it's nice now and then, I want the bready sort rather than the cakey sort. dawnshine, you make good cornbread, don't you? Do you do fried on the stove or baked in the oven? I haven't the first clue how to do fried on the stove.
I can't remember whether I have anything planned this weekend. I am suffering a tragic caffeine deficiency, and it's interfering with my memory. If it turns out that I'm not doing anything in particular this weekend, perhaps I shall bake. I have glorious breadful visions of challah and brioche, but I should probably start off with something seriously low-effort as it will be my first time baking in this oven and I don't know it yet, in the same way that you don't know a new car until you've driven it a few times. Also, my kitchen is not yet a baker's kitchen, which means no yeast in the air, which means my old tried-and-true recipes won't behave quite the way they did in my kitchen in Florida. I definitely shouldn't get too ambitious this first time baking. Walter would have been thrilled with a failed baking attempt. Somehow I don't see Linus and Crazy Eddie disposing of the results for me with the same level of enthusiasm.
Babble, babble, babble. Blargh.
I am slightly less busy at work today than I have been in weeks. It certainly isn't that I haven't anything to do, but there are fewer things with looming deadlines that have to be done right this second oh my god go go go!, and I'm finding it a strange sort of letdown. I should be very careful what I say, I know, because with my luck I'll have six of those oh my god right now go go go! projects dropped on my desk between the time I leave tonight and the time I come in tomorrow! Actually, I think I'd be just fine with that. It rocks to be moving through each of these projects smoothly and competently. So yay for that.
The weather is falltabulous today. It's lovely and cool, but not cold, and the sun is just right for sitting outside during lunch and reading. And so that's what I did after I finished my glorious grilled salmon. Yum.
I'm reading the third Evan Evans mystery by Rhys Bowen. There's a glossary of Welsh words and phrases at the beginning. I so want to learn Welsh. I wish I'd asked my grandmother to teach me. The only thing I remember is nos da. And that doesn't get me very far. So. When I win the lottery, I shall hire a Welsh tutor. I wonder if I could get a two-for-one deal by hiring a Welsh tutor who also happens to be a personal trainer? Then again, that might not do much to promote a love of the language.
I really need a manicure. I should do that tonight. Instead of trimming and filing and buffing and polishing, though, I think I'll go out for a beer. Hooray beer! I'm far less likely to color outside the lines with beer than with nail polish, you see. And I prefer to be tidy.
The infamous vegetarian spicy black bean chili? It was not so spicy. It was, in fact, rather spice deficient. It tasted like very tomatoey black bean stew. That's not at all a bad thing, but it isn't what I was looking for in a chili. There's loads left over, though, and I think it can be saved. I shall spice-ify the hell out of it and see what happens. Also, I shall make cornbread. I don't remember the last time I had cornbread. Yes I do. It was when I went to John Sandford's book signing. I had dinner at Boston Market first, and I had a cornbread muffiny thing. I want the not-so-sweet version, though. The sweet stuff is strangely cakelike, and while it's nice now and then, I want the bready sort rather than the cakey sort. dawnshine, you make good cornbread, don't you? Do you do fried on the stove or baked in the oven? I haven't the first clue how to do fried on the stove.
I can't remember whether I have anything planned this weekend. I am suffering a tragic caffeine deficiency, and it's interfering with my memory. If it turns out that I'm not doing anything in particular this weekend, perhaps I shall bake. I have glorious breadful visions of challah and brioche, but I should probably start off with something seriously low-effort as it will be my first time baking in this oven and I don't know it yet, in the same way that you don't know a new car until you've driven it a few times. Also, my kitchen is not yet a baker's kitchen, which means no yeast in the air, which means my old tried-and-true recipes won't behave quite the way they did in my kitchen in Florida. I definitely shouldn't get too ambitious this first time baking. Walter would have been thrilled with a failed baking attempt. Somehow I don't see Linus and Crazy Eddie disposing of the results for me with the same level of enthusiasm.
Babble, babble, babble. Blargh.