on one of the clippings, she wrote “don’t be mad, ryan, for sending this article”. it revolved around decorating with antique photos (of strangers). he forgave her.
It’s nice stayin’ put sometimes.
- we camped out at a little state park.
- made wishes on stars and roasted marshmallows.
- thumbed through a thick book while locusts buzzed above.
- slept in our new “sweetie pie doubler”.
- wore socks and sandals without shame around the morning campfire.
- went on a hike and breathed in a waterfall. my nose was never happier.
- found a FREE mid-century style vinyl chair on the side of the road. it’s ripped, but I will have it recovered. Ryan rolled his eyes only once, so the pick-up was a success.
- shared a burger and malt at our local dairyette.
- walked around the city cemetery to look at old tombstones and noticed many wives from the late 19th century without death dates listed. wondered aloud if maybe they are still walking around town? discussed whether people might think I’m one of them.
- received a fun letter from my mom and belly-flopped onto the couch to read it.
- made stove-top popcorn.
- turned up the a/c and buried myself under a blanket to watch a pre-20th century period piece (genre according to netflix).
- updated my blog
And you know what. We’re not even into Sunday.
- Amy: Introduce Father B. Prayer. Toast.
- Lisa: Roast.
- Carolyn: Bouquet and Garter Belt toss.
Head hair pulled in tight, leg hair not.
Blood pounding in my head,
Pumping to the beat of Weezer,
Two dachsunds run after me
Yelping. Caught by their leash,
Are there any excuses? I look around
And spy an untied shoelace.
I don’t run.
Scary man with hand in pocket
Grins and offers up a greeting.
I run. Fast.
Make it home, but forget about the
Fiber bar already eaten. Head to the bathroom.
Then I started the prep work. We’ve been replacing out our knives little by little and currently do not own a chef’s knife. It’s been killing me, so I’ve had to make do with our serrated one…dragging instead of chopping.
The recipe said you could dice up the veggies or use a blender. I chose the blender, but later regretted it. The soup came out too pulpy. But this is purely your preference…I’m an extremist with soups… I want the soup creamy or I want crunchy bits. Nothing in between. And this was definitely in between. R, on the other hand, enjoyed the texture.
I poured the soup into a bowl and added the parsley. Does the parsley look chopped? Because it wasn’t. Chef’s knife just got added to my store list.
I think I’ll also add a new camera to that list too. If you didn’t read the title, would you have thought I was making chilli? I swear I had every light on too.
I had doubled the recipe to freeze some for later and used our extra ice cube trays to store the rest of it. If I want some later on, I can just pop out how ever many individual ice cubes I need and put it into the fridge to defrost. If it were a hot soup, then straight into a pot to reheat.
R broke our rule of not buying bread and brought home some french bread. Oh, it was so good. Threw in some ice cubes for an extra swirl of cold in your mouth, and there you have it. Gazpacho! My first Joy of Cooking recipe. Yes!