On Sunday, I decided that our Easter dinner was going to contain 75% of the vegetables in our fridge, after the last few days of starchy and fried goodness. I mean, I can eat as much as the next girl for a day or two, but no way can I eat like I used to for three days straight. I’m relieved that I can’t (though you know I took great pride in being a human vacuum cleaner and eating as much as the boys, back in my day)–and so glad I still have the receipt from when I housed 33 pieces of sushi in Vancouver in 2004, as a trophy of my near-competitive-eating glory days.
I chopped and sauteed and stirred and baked, and was 100% thrilled with the result of my vegetarian pastitsio (Greek or Middle Eastern baked dish with pasta and a bechamel sauce):
I defied the evil heat (95 F at 10:30 am!) to cook for Easter Bunny Day (which I hope the rabbit appreciates). I put together the sauce with lentils, eggplant, sweet peppers, onion, tomatoes, tomato sauce and plenty of garlic and topped it with a soymilk-based bechamel (with feta mixed in on the gentleman’s portion). I have to give love once again to the Moosewood restaurant cookbooks–this Greek delight came from their Moosewood Restaurant Celebrates book, in a menu for Greek Easter, how fitting–for their spot-on and creative recipes.
After dinner and a suitable amount of wine time (read: enough time to almost finish the bottle) I brought out the surprise dessert–mocha spice chocolate pudding:
Note to self: do not indiscriminately dump Mokatika liqueur into pudding lest you end up with flambe-able dessert (and self). It was still delicious, don’t get me wrong, but I definitely could not have eaten it and then driven a car. Next time I’ll be erring with caution–after all, wine and chocolate can already make me a bit giddy:
Of course, it should come as no surprise that after such a lovely meal and evening of wine plus alcoholic chocolate, I slept like a baby–a baby happy to have avoided all kinds of heavy fried food for the first time in days.
Easter Monday: In Which We Thank The British For Yet Another Day Off (Trini) Work
For those of you dwelling State- or Canada-side, please don’t hate me. Today was all about more sleep! More relaxation! But with it comes less running and less swimming.
I was dying to move when I woke up this morning, but the pool was closed and I would have needed to get up much earlier to run. I’m not sure if the morning regulars exercise on holidays, or if they go later in the morning, but I erred on the side of caution and decided I’d rather do a double-workout day or two and a couple of back -to back runs rather than risk being the only one out and about this morning.
I may love wearing fancy office clothes, but it’s beyond nice to be able to wear casual wear all day long on a Monday:
And once thusly attired and fed, I redirected my energies of the day onto my sewing instead, and continued in my quest to turn this:
I worked the patience tip like it was my job today. I hand-basted and machine basted most seams to check for fit, made adjustments, ripped seams apart with care and minimum swearing, and I’m finally at the finish-line for the top part, which is based on a shirt pattern. On the weekend, I’ll be Frankensteining the skirt, based on another dress pattern I have, onto the top part/shirt. I have a good feeling it’ll work out–and I have 100% certainty that my foul swearing will be heard from here to Antarctica if it doesn’t.
Excuse me while I go obsess over Season 3 of Dexter. I’ll try to detach myself from the TV for long enough to sleep and blog (oh, and work) for the next few days, but if not, expect me to resurface once it’s all over.