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Tuesday, you reached me just in time
Oct. 16th, 2012 07:27 pmYesterday was ... kinda bleak, really. Bad newses and complications lead to deep deep gloom.
Tuesdays are almost always better than Mondays, though. Tuesdays start with a bike ride to early-morning coffee downtown; by the time I've reached the counter the nice guy has already got my mug ready for me (Americano with an extra shot, since you ask; I'm a simple soul, drinks-wise), and then I can mostly sit and slurrup and listen to smart people being entertaining all about me.
And then back to m'wife, as Karen was working from home today; and mostly I've just been convalescent after yesterday, not stressing anything. Getting some work done, in a slow recovery sort of way; and having people say nice things about my works of yesteryear; and going out for lunch and shopping and feeling the balance of the day swivel comfortably towards after-work. Because after work, as we know, comes dinner; and Tuesdays are yoga days, and people descend after yoga, all glowing and bendy and eager to eat.
And we had a pomegranate in the fruit box, and we have pomegranate wine in the fridge and pomegranate vinegar in the cupboard. I was planning to cook lamb, but it's not easy to find good lamb at a sensible price, so I didn't. Instead I have put a chicken into my favourite cast-iron pot, together with onions and garlic and olive oil and lemon juice and cilantro* and ginger and cumin and pepper. That will all seethe together for a couple of hours - it might have been more efficient to cut the chicken up, but I do enjoy keeping the bird entire for as long as possible - and in the meantime I'll cook a few potatoes and some carrots and green beans and make up some couscous and a pomegranate salad with spinach leaves, and prey hesto. We can call that a dinner. And therapy, that too.
[EtA: oh, and the beans. I had purple kidney beans, that would have been dried except that they were fresh from the farmers' market. I cooked those earlier, with tomatoes and onions and spices. Sadly all the purple leached away, the way it does from purple green beans too. But hey, they still taste nice.]
*It is actually quite convenient, I find, having a separate word for coriander-the-herb, so as to avoid all confusion with coriander-the-spice.
Tuesdays are almost always better than Mondays, though. Tuesdays start with a bike ride to early-morning coffee downtown; by the time I've reached the counter the nice guy has already got my mug ready for me (Americano with an extra shot, since you ask; I'm a simple soul, drinks-wise), and then I can mostly sit and slurrup and listen to smart people being entertaining all about me.
And then back to m'wife, as Karen was working from home today; and mostly I've just been convalescent after yesterday, not stressing anything. Getting some work done, in a slow recovery sort of way; and having people say nice things about my works of yesteryear; and going out for lunch and shopping and feeling the balance of the day swivel comfortably towards after-work. Because after work, as we know, comes dinner; and Tuesdays are yoga days, and people descend after yoga, all glowing and bendy and eager to eat.
And we had a pomegranate in the fruit box, and we have pomegranate wine in the fridge and pomegranate vinegar in the cupboard. I was planning to cook lamb, but it's not easy to find good lamb at a sensible price, so I didn't. Instead I have put a chicken into my favourite cast-iron pot, together with onions and garlic and olive oil and lemon juice and cilantro* and ginger and cumin and pepper. That will all seethe together for a couple of hours - it might have been more efficient to cut the chicken up, but I do enjoy keeping the bird entire for as long as possible - and in the meantime I'll cook a few potatoes and some carrots and green beans and make up some couscous and a pomegranate salad with spinach leaves, and prey hesto. We can call that a dinner. And therapy, that too.
[EtA: oh, and the beans. I had purple kidney beans, that would have been dried except that they were fresh from the farmers' market. I cooked those earlier, with tomatoes and onions and spices. Sadly all the purple leached away, the way it does from purple green beans too. But hey, they still taste nice.]
*It is actually quite convenient, I find, having a separate word for coriander-the-herb, so as to avoid all confusion with coriander-the-spice.