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pjthompsonWhat I did this weekend of the day: Cooked and cleaned and read.
What I cooked: Saturday I made some roasted root vegetables—some wee, darling little baby yellow potatoes, young carrots and parsnips, onion, dredged in EV olive oil, minced garlic, salt, pepper, and fresh thyme from the herb garden. To. Die. For. I also made a nice salad with baby butter lettuce (yes, I eat babies), feta, walnuts, green onion, and these wee, adorable little grape tomatoes from the vine in the back yard. Also. To. Die. For. Vegetarians don't read this bit: I served this with some lovely six ounce steaks grilled to perfection.
It was happy tummies all around.
Yesterday I did a stir fry with chicken. That was good, too, though no babies were consumed.
What I cleaned: My closet. I washed all my fat pants and stuffed them into a bag for the Goodwill, et al. I put some of my fat shirts/blouses in there, too, but not as many. It's possible to "make do" with blouses that are two sizes too big, but not so much with pants.
What I read: Part of a lovely pirate novel, and The Passion of Mary Magdalen by Elizabeth Cunningham, a pagan-feminist version of the Magdalen story which I'm thoroughly enjoying. But it's huge, like 700 pages with small print huge. And I don't read as fast as I used to, or don't have as much time as I used to, or something. It's taking me forever.
What I did not do this weekend of the day: Write.
There were several things I wanted to write, but time seemed quite elusive, as in everything I was doing took much longer than expected. There were some short stories I wanted to work on as a countermeasure to The Novel, but that didn't happen. My word count on The Novel is decent one week, lousy the next. Last week was not one of the decent weeks. I did 1000 words at lunch today, but realized that most of that, and what I'd done on chapter 27 last week was actually the real end of chapter 26.
I'll see if I can kill everybody off this week and have done with it. Kidding. I'm such a kidder.
What do you know of the day: Clearly, my Monday Pollers do not have Seinfeld episodes memorized.
What I cooked: Saturday I made some roasted root vegetables—some wee, darling little baby yellow potatoes, young carrots and parsnips, onion, dredged in EV olive oil, minced garlic, salt, pepper, and fresh thyme from the herb garden. To. Die. For. I also made a nice salad with baby butter lettuce (yes, I eat babies), feta, walnuts, green onion, and these wee, adorable little grape tomatoes from the vine in the back yard. Also. To. Die. For. Vegetarians don't read this bit: I served this with some lovely six ounce steaks grilled to perfection.
It was happy tummies all around.
Yesterday I did a stir fry with chicken. That was good, too, though no babies were consumed.
What I cleaned: My closet. I washed all my fat pants and stuffed them into a bag for the Goodwill, et al. I put some of my fat shirts/blouses in there, too, but not as many. It's possible to "make do" with blouses that are two sizes too big, but not so much with pants.
What I read: Part of a lovely pirate novel, and The Passion of Mary Magdalen by Elizabeth Cunningham, a pagan-feminist version of the Magdalen story which I'm thoroughly enjoying. But it's huge, like 700 pages with small print huge. And I don't read as fast as I used to, or don't have as much time as I used to, or something. It's taking me forever.
What I did not do this weekend of the day: Write.
There were several things I wanted to write, but time seemed quite elusive, as in everything I was doing took much longer than expected. There were some short stories I wanted to work on as a countermeasure to The Novel, but that didn't happen. My word count on The Novel is decent one week, lousy the next. Last week was not one of the decent weeks. I did 1000 words at lunch today, but realized that most of that, and what I'd done on chapter 27 last week was actually the real end of chapter 26.
I'll see if I can kill everybody off this week and have done with it. Kidding. I'm such a kidder.
What do you know of the day: Clearly, my Monday Pollers do not have Seinfeld episodes memorized.
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Date: 2007-07-23 10:40 pm (UTC)I made roasted summer squash with red grape tomatoes and fresh basil (all from the garden) and then smothered it with crushed garlic and shredded mozzarella. Yum. Even the kids ate it. :)
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Date: 2007-07-23 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-23 11:36 pm (UTC)