Monday Morning Musings

{I know I’m posting rather close together, especially for a Monday morning, so don’t miss my post on soaked whole wheat bread, a la Passionate Homemaking!}

Good morning.  Happy Monday.  Yeah, I agree, let’s all go back to bed.  While I love a good, busy weekend, it definitely puts me more in the mood for to sleep in a be a slug on Monday morning.

So, the weekend.  Newly recommitted to the idea of traditional foods, I woke up, all ready to make soaked whole wheat waffles.  Which proceeded to fuse irretrievably to my waffle iron.  Okay, then.  Soaked whole wheat pancakes it is.  Although there was some swearing involved; I don’t do well with snags in my breakfast plans when I’ve just run 5 miles before 9 a.m. in the sticky awfulness that passes for August weather in the DC suburbs.  Pancakes were amazing, not least due to the liberal amounts of cream dolloped on them.  But you all know about that already.

Saturday evening, husband and I took my mom out for a late birthday dinner at Victoria Gastropub.  Yumminess.  We had poutine and asparagus fries and then I had lobster grilled cheese.  I saved half of it so I could get dessert (three tiny, perfect scoops of homemade gelato in coffee, chocolate, and hazelnut) and a cup of vervaine tisane, but then I ended up sticking my leftover sandwich half under the broiler and eating it at 8:30 after we got home.  So much for leftovers.

But that’s okay because Sunday we had much food festivity planned.  We were going to a cookout/baby shower, and I was bringing salad.  So I got up, did my yoga, discovered that my wrist is seriously not happy, so I’ve had to delete vinyasa connectors and Surya Namaskar from my life for a while, and then made some poached eggs with pesto and oatmeal with butter and apricot compote for breakfast.  Then, off to the markets and home again, home again to put together a massive salad.

That's a large cutting board.

Made with massive cucumbers.  The guy at the market just called them “Armenian cucumbers.”  They’re kind of awesome-looking, but mostly just taste like a cucumber.

Salad and party turned out well.  It rained/stormed, but there was enough room to move things indoors and out as weather allowed.  The hostess was thrilled with green salad, as she didn’t already have anything of that sort.  And I ate an uncountable number of Nutella-stuffed mini-cupcakes.  Oops.

Back home, I made salad (leftover) and soup for dinner.  Just chicken stock, leeks, carrot, celery, salt, pepper, and cream.  Had leftovers for my lunch today.  And we watched Lost Boys, which was eighties-tastic.

Mmmm... soup.

Which brings me to Monday morning, where I didn’t do yoga, didn’t go to the gym, and didn’t even shower.  It was the kind of weekend that was utterly satisfying and fun, but left me feeling like doing the bare minimum before going into work.  Where I don’t even really need to be since things are still under construction.  But I ate breakfast, hauled my butt in, and fixed myself up a cup of pu-erh tea (hipster WAPF-er says I’m so traditional, even my tea is fermented) and a piece of coconut oil fudge, which I’ve stashed in the office fridge to keep me from the tender charms of the candy jar.

So far, it’s working.  So how’s your weekend-end?


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