Wake up! Turns out, not much of a problem today. That coffee – the real deal – that I happily drank at Susie’s yesterday? Vrooom, powered me through damn near the entire night. I’ve mentioned before that I’m off caffeine, for exactly this reason, but once in awhile I indulge. Usually, it’s fine. But usually I don’t drink more than two cups. And yesterday? I don’t know. Many more than two. Talk, sip, laugh, sip, pretty soon hours had gone by and the whole pot was gone. Oops. Yet one more little window into why I subtitled this blog “a quest for measured pleasure…” I keep forgetting…
So, Big Byerly’s Run later today. I’m making tortilla soup tonight for Susie and Kim (more on that in a bit) and John, Nathan, and A. And am also thinking ahead to my neighborhood women’s association meeting Thursday night (appetizer) and the bridal shower I’m co-hosting for my cousin Michael’s fiancee Amanda (coffee cakes) on Saturday (before the Chowhounds call-in, see below). Lots of cooking/baking coming up – yay! (And how 1950s house-wifey does this all sound? I just reread what I wrote, hilarious. And a little scary too. Hmmm…)
So I’m off. Quick, tasty lunch, just a few slices of hard salami on crackers, topped with sliced raw onion (you can tell I’m not sharing work space right now – fragrant), few olives, few slices of pickled beet. I guess I was in a salty/sour mood – I’m sure that list of foods could make more than a few people cringe! I’m not pregnant, so that means…PMS. Look out!
Oh yeah, gimme the pickled beets....! (are they metal?!)
Oh, so sorry my dear friend! Next time I'd better have some rockin' decaf on hand for when you come over!