I woke up this morning with my butt dragging, thanks to a difficult time falling asleep last night-- thanks, of course, to having rearranged my schedule over the weekend. I soldiered on, though, resisting the urge to take a nap and instead walking Matt to work and back. I also prioritized my to-do list in order of most-active to least-active, in the hopes that it would help me get energized.
And it did. Between 9:30 and 11:30 I changed the sheets, did a load of laundry, vacuumed the apartment, cleaned the kitchen, did the dishes, and made a batch of cookie dough. Whew! Just as I was about to sit down and tackle the two major tasks that I really wanted to accomplish today--filing our DC taxes and finishing my Shenandoah application--the hospital called and asked if I would come in. Initially I told them that I could be in in about an hour, thinking that I'd bake the cookies first. I immediately realized that at time and a half, that was a very expensive batch of cookies I was about to bake. So I put the brakes on what I was doing and went in from 12-5, stopping to pick up Matt on my way home. Once there, we put the cookies in the oven so we'd have something to munch on while dinner cooked.
Due to a chocolatey itch that the failed pudding didn't quite scratch, the cookies I attempted today were these. While Smitten Kitchen usually does not disappoint me, on occasion it does perplex. Similar to the way my pudding was in fact chocolate soup, a problem experienced by several other commenters on the site while the majority sung the recipe's praises, I found these cookies to be overly dry, rather crumbly, and altogether unexceptional. They weren't necessarily bad, but I wished I'd saved my Ghiradelli chunks for hot chocolate or something else. Once again, a number of others who made them agree with me; the rest are in rapture. What's up with that?!
On the more tried-and-true front, Matt and I came home and made a batch of tamales with corn and jalapenos. We also whipped up a quick batch of Matt's infamous salsa, using canned tomatoes instead of the usual fresh but I think it's going to be very good nonetheless.
On another positive note, our car insurance went down $300 just for moving to Virginia.
And, thanks to everybody who has voted in the poll! If you're not committed to voting by secret ballot, you can always drop me a comment and give a more expansive opinion. Or you can leave a comment about anything--recently I've started to feel depressed by the lack of feedback, wondering if anybody reads the blog anymore and considering whether I should throw in the towel. Since installing a stat counter, however, I realize that you're out there--you're just the strong, silent type. But feel free to give me a shout-out every now and then.
And it did. Between 9:30 and 11:30 I changed the sheets, did a load of laundry, vacuumed the apartment, cleaned the kitchen, did the dishes, and made a batch of cookie dough. Whew! Just as I was about to sit down and tackle the two major tasks that I really wanted to accomplish today--filing our DC taxes and finishing my Shenandoah application--the hospital called and asked if I would come in. Initially I told them that I could be in in about an hour, thinking that I'd bake the cookies first. I immediately realized that at time and a half, that was a very expensive batch of cookies I was about to bake. So I put the brakes on what I was doing and went in from 12-5, stopping to pick up Matt on my way home. Once there, we put the cookies in the oven so we'd have something to munch on while dinner cooked.

On the more tried-and-true front, Matt and I came home and made a batch of tamales with corn and jalapenos. We also whipped up a quick batch of Matt's infamous salsa, using canned tomatoes instead of the usual fresh but I think it's going to be very good nonetheless.
On another positive note, our car insurance went down $300 just for moving to Virginia.
And, thanks to everybody who has voted in the poll! If you're not committed to voting by secret ballot, you can always drop me a comment and give a more expansive opinion. Or you can leave a comment about anything--recently I've started to feel depressed by the lack of feedback, wondering if anybody reads the blog anymore and considering whether I should throw in the towel. Since installing a stat counter, however, I realize that you're out there--you're just the strong, silent type. But feel free to give me a shout-out every now and then.
1 comment:
No throwing of any towels will be necessary, thank you! I LOVe your blog! Also, my cat ripped the e and 3 keys out of my keyboard and it blows...you wouldnt believe how many "e"s are used in a day! Now I just have to punch the key to make it work!
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