Monday, June 18, 2007
Le Sigh
You know those weekends where you don't really leave the house, but on Sunday night you realize that you'd just had a wonderfully perfect, quiet weekend at home? C&I just had one of those weekends.
I still try to plan and cook dinner on Fridays, even though I'm back to working normal days on Fridays. I usually opt for something easy, if not quick. We've had frozen pizza on more than one of 'my' Fridays. This week it was Shepard's Pie. Mashed potatoes on the bottom, saucy meat* in the middle, and a biscuit-y concoction as it's crowning glory. Make one for now, freeze and save one for later. As I was deciding what to cook on Friday I emailed Chris to ask him if we had any butter at home. He replied that we might have a stick or two, so I said that I'd buy some more. When he realized the recipe was put together by Paula Dean, he understood why we needed more butter no matter what. That lady makes some good shit.
Our nice, homey, comforting dinner on Friday was followed up with a lot of work on Saturday. I had brought home a ton (And I really mean a ton. Not like, 'Oh, I have a ton of homework to do.' More precisely like, 'There is a ton of dirt in the back of my truck.') of dirt from work so that I could start building up my flower beds. After unloading that from the truck (With Chris' help, of course. And yes, I'll put a tarp underneath it next time.) I mixed about half of it up with six bags of cow manure and started building up my beds. Six full wheelbarrow loads of enriched dirt doesn't go nearly as far as I thought it would. I figure 4 to 6 more wheelbarrows worth and I'll be ready to put in plants and drip lines and mulch along the first, oh, maybe ten feet or so of flower bed. And that's the most narrow part of the future bed. I had no idea how huge this bed was going to be until now. I'm thrilled that it will be a gorgeous entrance to our property! But it will take me at least the next several months to make it all happen. Baby steps, people! And real plants soon, thank gawd. I was beat after that, so C&I mostly just hung out and watched movies and tv and stuff for the rest of the day on Saturday.
Sunday brought a total house cleaning, all of the laundry washing, and the smoking of a pork butt. So much house cleaning that I even organized my craft/storage/junk room, and so much butt smoking that we'll be eating meat sandwiches for weeks. I love waking up on Monday morning to a pristine house, and I love eating meat, so I'm set for the long haul.
I found no less than seven knitting-projects-in-process in the craft/storage/junk room. So what did I do Sunday afternoon? I started another. It should be done tonight, though, and I don't think the receiver of the knitted gift reads here regularly, so I hope to have some knitting progress to post soon. And I plan to start another knitted gift as soon as I'm done with this one, so those poor seven unfinished projects will just have to wait.
I still try to plan and cook dinner on Fridays, even though I'm back to working normal days on Fridays. I usually opt for something easy, if not quick. We've had frozen pizza on more than one of 'my' Fridays. This week it was Shepard's Pie. Mashed potatoes on the bottom, saucy meat* in the middle, and a biscuit-y concoction as it's crowning glory. Make one for now, freeze and save one for later. As I was deciding what to cook on Friday I emailed Chris to ask him if we had any butter at home. He replied that we might have a stick or two, so I said that I'd buy some more. When he realized the recipe was put together by Paula Dean, he understood why we needed more butter no matter what. That lady makes some good shit.
*Most Shepard's Pie that I've had has been made with meat in a Guinness or gravy type of sauce. I haven't ever liked them. This one is made with tomato sauce, and is right up my alley.
Our nice, homey, comforting dinner on Friday was followed up with a lot of work on Saturday. I had brought home a ton (And I really mean a ton. Not like, 'Oh, I have a ton of homework to do.' More precisely like, 'There is a ton of dirt in the back of my truck.') of dirt from work so that I could start building up my flower beds. After unloading that from the truck (With Chris' help, of course. And yes, I'll put a tarp underneath it next time.) I mixed about half of it up with six bags of cow manure and started building up my beds. Six full wheelbarrow loads of enriched dirt doesn't go nearly as far as I thought it would. I figure 4 to 6 more wheelbarrows worth and I'll be ready to put in plants and drip lines and mulch along the first, oh, maybe ten feet or so of flower bed. And that's the most narrow part of the future bed. I had no idea how huge this bed was going to be until now. I'm thrilled that it will be a gorgeous entrance to our property! But it will take me at least the next several months to make it all happen. Baby steps, people! And real plants soon, thank gawd. I was beat after that, so C&I mostly just hung out and watched movies and tv and stuff for the rest of the day on Saturday.
Sunday brought a total house cleaning, all of the laundry washing, and the smoking of a pork butt. So much house cleaning that I even organized my craft/storage/junk room, and so much butt smoking that we'll be eating meat sandwiches for weeks. I love waking up on Monday morning to a pristine house, and I love eating meat, so I'm set for the long haul.
I found no less than seven knitting-projects-in-process in the craft/storage/junk room. So what did I do Sunday afternoon? I started another. It should be done tonight, though, and I don't think the receiver of the knitted gift reads here regularly, so I hope to have some knitting progress to post soon. And I plan to start another knitted gift as soon as I'm done with this one, so those poor seven unfinished projects will just have to wait.
Labels: Gardening, Knitta please, Yummy in my Tummy
idyllicchick, 5:40 PM
