Perhaps sensing my exhaustion, my alarm clock chose this morning to not go off. It's a random occurrence (trust me, I couldn't sleep through the thing) that has me baffled. I got to work late and rebelliously left "early" (meaning before seven). I got home early enough to take my dog for a nice walk. I met a lovely woman who liked talking about dogs, so we walked with her a while, even though Magellen was seriously annoyed that we were sauntering along rather than briskly trotting from tree to tree. Sensing his annoyance (and tired of having him trying to pull my arm out of its socket) we turned around, quickly walked home and I even had time to go to the grocery store!
You should see my fridge. It is the saddest sight ever! You know the scene in Bridget Jones when she's eating her depression away? That's what my fridge looks like, but without the Parmesan and with a gigantic jar of green olives. I didn't buy a ton tonight, no point since I still have at least one week of absolute craziness at work. I was also riding my bike, and I can only carry so much on my back.
Though it's not a cooking feat and I've posted about it before, I made Cream of Mushroom Soup tonight. Yum. I can't tell you how much my body relaxed while I slowly chopped up the 3/4 pound of mushrooms. The Riesling I bought might have helped a bit too, but I had some wine this past weekend and I didn't feel nearly as calm and centered as I did tonight while cooking. I have a chicken in the fridge right now waiting for tomorrow night when I'm going to bake it (probably cut up so that it cooks faster) and serve it with lemon sauce from Betty Crocker. (Not that crappy low fat version in more recent books, but the one from the 70s). I bought some green beans and I have some small potatoes that I plan on serving with it. ("Serving" - to me, there isn't anyone else here to enjoy it).
It's been suggested by multiple family members that I become a chef, but when I get down to cooking and pondering that thought, I think it wouldn't make me happy. I enjoy taking my time, cooking something that I want to make, being creative, and not having the stress of anyone waiting (unless that's family members and I can always tell them to eat a snack while I finish the meal). I think I would enjoy writing a cookbook and I have an idea or two in my head along that line. Maybe cooking for an in-home party once in a while might be fun, but I'll have to find people who could afford me to come and make a mess in their kitchen. I'd clean up afterwards, even; as much as I dislike cleaning up.
I did spend the first two weeks of August in San Francisco, though during the week I was dealing with teenagers and work stuff. I got the weekend to look around San Francisco a bit. It was nice. I had a couple really good meals, one absolutely amazing meal (which are on my "must blog about" list). For now, though, here are a few pictures from my trip to cold and foggy San Francisco.
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