Saturday haircut and a lady date was a night and day maker. I let some random dude kiss me. Whoops. Clearly I have some additional growing up to do and decision making skills to work on. He was charming and I had enough vodka to think it was an okay idea. He then pouted when I said I had to go. He was like put your friend in a cab and then come hang with me, we'll go for a nice walk. Uhm does anyone else think it's weird to offer a walk at 2:30am? Nothing says I am going to chop you into bits like a evening drunken stroll at 2:30am. Not for nothing I think this is a new thing guys are doing. He's not the first one to bring up or offer the late night stroll. Either I am meeting many a Jack the Ripper enthusiast or it's a new NYC trend in dating whimsy. Oh she'll think I am all romantic and sweet...not so much.
I made pancakes Saturday and Sunday morning. I was gonna throw some pumpkin in there, but to keep the nutritional counts a little more reasonable I did the next best thing I poured a ton of pumpkin pie spice blend in there. Same thing no? They were buckwheat and they were glorious. I skipped their suggested honey, and just used low sugar syrup. I didn't miss it or the extra canola oil suggested.
Hustled the pup off to chemo post pancakes on Sunday. I have a theory that right now because I got a lot going on between life and the chemo pup I am turning to food in a different way. Not so much eating my feelings but nesting and nurturing them. If Dumplin was a human I would be making her soup and renting her favorite movies. Seeing as she is a non-communicative maltipoo I am poaching chicken breast and obsessively cleaning her bedding. I mean who doesn't like clean sheets? I am so far from an OCD person it's not even funny but lately I find cleaning and cooking very soothing. Last night when I crawled into my own clean sheeted bed, knowing the laundry was done, dinner for the week sussed out, and that trader joe's now makes dark chocolate filled with biscoff, I slept like a wee babe. About that for a second....while the pup chemo'ed I went to Trader joes, on a HUGE upside they now sell shaved Brussel sprouts. Ahhhhh-may-zing. I love brussels as a salad. On a HUGE downswing/betrayal they sell dark chocolate filled with biscoff or speculoos. This is like the confectionery equivalent of crystal meth. It's just not nice and all this time I thought trader joe's and I were friends. Friendship over!
On the healthier shaved brussel's note I love this salad, I mean like I would marry it. It's by one of my favorite chef's Jonathan Waxman and if you can ever go to Barbuto his place lemme know cause I am always down:
On the Thai chicken enchilada note, they were super tasty but I think I would back off on the coconut milk next time. It diluted the sweet chili sauce too much for my liking. I am curious how they will taste tonight after essentially soaking all day and night. I also healthed them up with whole wheat tortillas, and I think I filled them too generously at first 'cause I only ended up with 6 not the recipes 8. Whoops.
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