I was pretty convinced for most of the day yesterday that it was Friday. Imagine my disappointment each time I realized that it was, in fact, Wednesday. Damn you, Wednesday! You’re just so looong.
To cheer myself up, I made the best beef stroganoff ever. The secret is to use lots and lots of golden butter. And pair it with deep, red wine. I often sacrifice “healthy” for good. There is no one in the world who would say that beef stroganoff is good for you, other than that it is food and we need food to live. No, but it is enjoyable, and in the quest for good health, one must not ignore that really enjoying the experience of food is healthy, too.
I bought a flower shirt at Target so Charles would have more wardrobe choices for me each morning.
I’ve been on a bit of a shopping spree lately – nothing extravagant, but things that make me happy. I bought these three pairs of shoes at Payless (two of them had to be mailed to me):
You would not believe it from their $20 price point, but the red and gray are some of the most comfortable heels I have ever worn. The heel is a bit too low (it could do with another half inch), but in the realm of compromises, the comfort of these shoes vastly outweighs the added sexiness of a higher heel. Also, I’ll point it out again, TWENTY DOLLARS.
(The flowery shoes were not $20. They were $29. But they’re super cute.)
I also invested in an enamel-coated cast iron Dutch oven. I am so in love with it and I haven’t even used it yet. I’m going to make this bread recipe as my first dish in it. Did I pay $104 for it like the website suggests? No, I did not. I paid $53 as it was on sale AND I had a coupon.
And then I bought something ridiculous for the boys: straw mugs. You drink out of the straw handle! $0.99 and tough to clean, but super fun for the boys. Also, really annoying to Tony when they blow bubbles and splatter a mess out the little hole in the lid.
Tony and I definitely have different sensibilities when it comes to messes. For a man who doesn’t notice, EVER, that the baseboards are dirty, he sure gets upset when the boys make “unnecessary” messes. Like when Jamie drips yogurt all over the table, chair, and floor or gets peanut butter in his hair. Or when Charles spills his milk for the zillionth time because he placed his cup too close to the edge of the table. Tony’s frustration with messes like these is palpable, and I think it’s because he sees them as totally avoidable. I mostly see them as funny. Kids are going to dump cereal everywhere if you let them eat straight from the box. Tony would never let them eat straight from the box. I always do.
Fortunately for our marriage, I’m usually making dinner or cleaning at the time, so the tradeoff for a cereal (or other) mess is a meal or clean dishes. That wise husband of mine chooses not to complain verbally, merely to roll his eyes and sigh in a long-suffering manner.
Well, I was about to wish you a happy Friday, but it’s STILL not Friday yet. So, instead, here’s Jamie wondering why on earth he should have to go inside just because it’s starting to rain:
2 comments:
It's Friday here, so I will accept your happy Friday wishes!
some thoughts: a) you look super skinny! b) on the other end of the spectrum is me - mrs fatty 7 months pregnant - who would like your stroganoff recipe. Please share? c) you'll LOVE your dutch oven. Mine is probably 13 years old, almost as good as new, and sadly, probably one of my most prized possessions. I've considered many times answering the question "what would I save in a fire?" with the darn thing. Enjoy!
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