It’s finally raining! After four long, dry, Sahara-like months, we got some rain today. Yes, it was sprinkly and extremely light and not likely to bring my grass back to its verdant glory, but it was real rain nonetheless. I’ll take frizz for the sake of my plants (and water supply).
I had originally planned on making a stir-fry for dinner but settled on a vegetable marinara pasta dinner after looking at the state of my vegetables and weighing which ones needed eating first. However, give a girl some rain and a temperature below 80 F and she’ll get shivery and want soup. It’s not so bad, being capricious like that, right?
So I made a huge vat of spicy lentil chili soup, from this Wegmans recipe, modified a la me by upping the spice quotient from the positively shy amounts listed and using regular lentils instead of pretty red ones–I’m tired of waiting for the red lentil boat to come to Trinidad to enjoy this soup. I also can’t believe I made–and loved–a recipe from Wegmans; that supermarket was my undergrad moneymaking gig and I did not ever want to step foot in there again after one too many unfortunate incidents involving rotisserie chicken grease.
Oh well, wonders never cease. And behold, in its muddy but delicious glory, with very sexy bruschetta toast, tonight’s soup delight:
Makes me (almost) wish it was colder more often. Only almost, though.
Other run of the mill happenings included the wearing of the black polka dot skirt with the combo below:
Blouse from Kohl’s, skirt from Marshalls in Puerto Rico, cardigan from New Look in the UK, shoes from Tarjay Boutique, fringe trim by my impatient hand. My hair has grown like weeds since my December haircut and it takes plenty of self-control to stop myself from hacking at its unruliness. I just need to breathe and repeat that it’s six weeks until I reach the wonderful Michael (and his talented scissor ways) in Buffalo–if only he could cut my hair in the airport bathroom so no one saw the mess on my head….
After a short and sweet (and speedy) swim, I attacked a very snazzy redo of yesterday’s salad (lettuce, tomato, onion, peppers, cucumber, green onion), this time with a spicy dressing of olive oil, vinegar, lemon juice, oregano, tahini, and harissa:
Which was followed by more Bailey’s than a person should drink while at work at a coworker’s farewell. It’s a pretty odd choice for a workplace drink, isn’t it? I’m not complaining.
I’m now going to Zen myself into a state of relaxed anticipation (is there such a thing?) for tomorrow’s planned four-mile run, to which I’d ideally add a half mile to make up for Wednesday’s dodgy run. Wise? Probably not. That’s why the Zen session is necessary.