A Weekend of Trini To-Doings

It’s been a really great weekend around here!  Lots of rest balanced with relaxed fun things to do–had I been less stressed, I would have no pulse.

Friday night was all about the Thai vegetable spring rolls:

And pizza, this time chicken and roasted garlic:

All from Trader Joe’s in good ol’ brightly-lit MovieTowne Plaza (never ceases to amaze me that such fun can be had in a fake plaza of theme restaurants and garish colors).  I ordered my pizza cheeseless, as usual, much to the bemusement of the waiter, and his shock was such that I forgot to ask for tomatoes instead of the cheese.  Major m istake.  The pizza tasted good, but it was d-r-y.  Not impressed.  The leftovers were brought home for some doctoring (and came out much better with tomatoes and peppers on top when I reheated it on Sunday).

The foodery continued on Saturday, when I slept in SO late (11:00!  Can’t even remember the last time that happened) that oatmeal and sweet breakfast were out of the question, hence the egg wraps with salsa–not that I minded in the least, as these were delicious as always thanks to the local salsa:

We had planned to go to Mount St. Benedict, a Catholic monastery on a mountain in nearby St. Augustine where the afternoon tea is matched only by the gorgeous view (or so we’d been told.)  However, even the monastery was in the midst of drought-induced water issues, so they told us to come by in case they could serve us, but that it wasn’t a sure thing.  Very Trinidad indeed, but we took a chance anyway and figured we’d at least get a nice walk around the monastery if tea at the guesthouse wasn’t on.

And gosh, was it beautiful, despite the dry mountains:

There were tons of families at the monastery, liming (hanging out) with cool drinks and snacks, plus a group from a wedding party taking pictures.  After taking in the scenery, we went knocking at the guesthouse in search of tea and sweets.  Luckily, there was enough water to do tea.  We were the only ones having tea on the verandah, so we had the entire porch–and the birds–to ourselves:

Methinks I might be braving the vertiginous, winding drive up the mountain more often for this:  lovely setting, very nice tea, and coconut sweetbread and pork pow (Chinese bread buns with savory stuffing) on rattan furniture:

After tea, I remained in the mindset of a lady that does tea, which went just fine for the night’s entertainment theme of Southern pomp and circumstance, with an all-night screening of Gone With the Wind punctuated by shrimp creole during the intermission–because ladies should not countenance the wonders of Scarlett O’Hara with a bowl of food in their laps:

Ladies also should be careful not to leave an entire Scotch bonnet pepper in their shrimp creole lest they become unladylike in their fanning of their fiery mouths and slurping of endless glasses of water.  Yep, it was a victory over me for Scotch bonnets everywhere, and I was humbled (and well hydrated all night as a result).

As for Sunday…. The usual:  farmer’s market and sewing and lazing (with a bit of Scarlett-inspired simpering, for effect), interrupted by a little housekeeping interlude of manky fridge cleaning.  I will not give details of how filthy the fridge was, nor will I admit the great degree of shame I felt while scrubbing the damn thing out.  I will, however, concede that I need to do better at having a clean fridge, and I’ll leave it at that. Or I could leave it like this and do the full-disclosure, as I always end up doing:  I don’t think Scarlett O’Hara herself had to scrub her beloved Tara as much as I had to scrub my fridge.

And might I add how having a clean fridge even manages to put a bit of zip in your cooking?  Trust me, it’s true!  I made a many-ingredient bunch of black bean and sweet potato quesadillas tonight:

Call me dorky, but I smiled every single time I opened the fridge to get something out or put something in.  I’d rather think I appreciate the small pleasures in life.

My dears, my eyes are shutting as I type.  I guess that’s what being a relaxed person does, so I’m taking my relaxed rear to sleep.  A big run is in store tomorrow morning and I need my bravery sleep for it.

How was your weekend?  Did you get up to anything interesting?