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baked oats |
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green chile chicken enchiladas |
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chow mein |
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bakery-style butter cookies |
I think I’m losing my mind. It’s hard to concentrate without feeling pangs of anxiety.
Kaweah hates us now. We’ve been neglecting her since we both have ridiculous amounts of work to do. She stares at us with such contempt.
I took a break this morning and made another batch of bread pudding to use up the cheese and eggs, this time with bacon and without marjoram. Delish.
Jeremy and I went out on the deck to watch the Space Station fly across the sky tonight. I had seen it several times before and wasn’t all that excited, but I went outside anyway. I don’t know why I forget how cool it is because I love it every time. It was cold out, we had less than a minute before it appeared, and I couldn’t find my hat – so I put on my ski helmet, which is nice and warm. Just as it began to ascend the sky, Tom drove up to his house and we yelled to him to look up at the station. Then Kellie came out to see what the shouting was about and he told her to look just above the moon. Stuff like this is what I used to do as a kid – it’s one of the many reasons I love science… come to think of it, it’s one of the many reasons I love Jeremy.
And shortly after sunset, Jeremy called to me to come and see the nice Kelvin-Helmholtz waves on the horizon as he was closing the blinds.
I put together a bowl of leftovers this afternoon for Jeremy’s lunch: mashed potatoes topped with asparagus, mushrooms, bacon, and gruyère cheese. I nuked it piping hot and handed it to him and his face lit up.
You see, Jeremy has been craving KFC’s famous bowl monstrosity based on the pictures he has seen in those annoying junk mailings we get in our box every two days. He has never tried one yet – and the reason I know this is because he is still alive.
This is what his lunch looked like today:
