Recap: Spider-Man III = Fun. Walleye = Good. Good night’s sleep = Yummy. Rainy weekend = Sucks. My dad’s fried quail for Sunday lunch = going to be Mighty Fine (not happening until later today). Coop hanging with my dad = Adorable.
I’d like to go for a long Sunday’s walk, but…I don’t want to get rained on. Like, at all. I hate getting rained on. It’s a curly-haired-girl thing; me and humidity, we’re not friends. Sensing humidity in the air while I sleep can cause me to wake up cranky – I’m totally serious. I’ll sleepily think, gee, what am I dreading today? Do I have some nightmare meeting? A dentist appointment? An over-scheduled crazy day? And then I’ll realize – it’s friggin’ humid outside, I can feel it in my bones, on my skin, and in my hair. Bad Hair Day. Blah. So walking in the rain – not fun, not romantic, not refreshing. Hmmm, guess it’s a kettlebells day. Gotta do something to prep my body for the pending infusion of fried food, mmmm, I do love me some fried food.
Then later, supposedly another baseball game, but I don’t know. Lookin’ pretty wet out there. We may end up with a bowl of soup here at the hacienda instead. Oooh, Greek Egg-Lemon Soup might be in order this evening, with a big Greek salad. Yeah, baby, that sounds lovely. (Unless we’re all too full from fried quail to even think about it, and in that case, perhaps a bowl of cereal will suffice!)
Happy Birthday to my aunt Mary!
Recap of the recap: My dad’s fried quail for lunch = Fantastic. OMG, goooooood stuff. With Susanna’s pan gravy, green beans, pommes frites (with a little cheater’s Bearnaise I made out of mayo, lots of fresh lemon juice, and tarragon), fresh bread with butter, and fresh mango and blackberries with lots of black coffee for dessert. Yeah, The Kill. Nice Cote du Rhone to wash it all down. And now we DO indeed have baseball, so I’ll try to stay awake in the stands with that lunch packed into my tummy. Ohhh yeeeeahhh, that’s the way to spend Sunday afternoon. NICE! (BTW, the soup is going The Way of Friday Night’s Walleye, as in, it ain’t happening. Perhaps tomorrow, stay tuned…)