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Things that weren't so great about this weekend:
1. Our water got turned off Sunday evening, because of a leak somewhere in the pipes along our block. It was right before we needed to run the dishwasher, having few dishes, and before Ben had taken a shower, so he was still sandy from the beach. At least there was water in our Brita pitcher, so we could brush our teeth. The water is on now, but there is jackhammering on our street and it may go off again.
2. I found Saturday morning that I had yet another UTI. I get these chronically, and I really hate it. I had an extra antibiotic series from the one I got right before going to Europe last summer, so now I am fine. And the way that I get them is... unfortunate.
Things that were so great about this weekend:
1. Calabacitas Sunday night! It is really easy to make, and really delicious. Plus, Ben recently insisted we get a tortilla press, so we had it with fresh corn tortillas. Yum.
2. Fresh ground beef Saturday night. I love eating raw hamburger, assuming it is low fat content and recently ground enough to ensure safety. We got a steak of some kind from the grocery store, ground it with the meat grinder attachment for our Kitchenaid mixer, and I ate mine just with salt. Ben did the more traditional thing with raw onions and egg yolks, but I prefer just to taste the meat. I love this dish so much.
3. I finished reading Flow. It was a somewhat similar experience to the first time I read Atlas Shrugged ages ago, where it had lots of ideas that already guide how I am trying to live my life, but better articulated than I had managed thus far. Great read.
And a random story from this morning: shortly after waking up, Ben asked me why I was pouncing his feet last night. I had no recollection of anything like that, and he explained that he was suddenly awakened by something hitting his feet in the middle of the night. I was apparently sitting up in bed, prodding the covers at the foot of the bed with my hands shaped into claws. When he asked what I was doing, I responded that I was "looking for where the feet are". I completely do not remember this.
1. Our water got turned off Sunday evening, because of a leak somewhere in the pipes along our block. It was right before we needed to run the dishwasher, having few dishes, and before Ben had taken a shower, so he was still sandy from the beach. At least there was water in our Brita pitcher, so we could brush our teeth. The water is on now, but there is jackhammering on our street and it may go off again.
2. I found Saturday morning that I had yet another UTI. I get these chronically, and I really hate it. I had an extra antibiotic series from the one I got right before going to Europe last summer, so now I am fine. And the way that I get them is... unfortunate.
Things that were so great about this weekend:
1. Calabacitas Sunday night! It is really easy to make, and really delicious. Plus, Ben recently insisted we get a tortilla press, so we had it with fresh corn tortillas. Yum.
2. Fresh ground beef Saturday night. I love eating raw hamburger, assuming it is low fat content and recently ground enough to ensure safety. We got a steak of some kind from the grocery store, ground it with the meat grinder attachment for our Kitchenaid mixer, and I ate mine just with salt. Ben did the more traditional thing with raw onions and egg yolks, but I prefer just to taste the meat. I love this dish so much.
3. I finished reading Flow. It was a somewhat similar experience to the first time I read Atlas Shrugged ages ago, where it had lots of ideas that already guide how I am trying to live my life, but better articulated than I had managed thus far. Great read.
And a random story from this morning: shortly after waking up, Ben asked me why I was pouncing his feet last night. I had no recollection of anything like that, and he explained that he was suddenly awakened by something hitting his feet in the middle of the night. I was apparently sitting up in bed, prodding the covers at the foot of the bed with my hands shaped into claws. When he asked what I was doing, I responded that I was "looking for where the feet are". I completely do not remember this.
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