More food.

Apparently, it's just that kind of day. Dinner last night? In a word: FANTASTIC. Well, I was pleased, and the boy seemed pleased. Right now there is banana bread baking in the oven to take to grandma later. And I need to get my lamb chops marinating for dinenr tonight. With mashed potatoes and minted peas. Mmm...

There does not seem to be a whole lot of purpose to my presence here, yet. I'm just trying to make a habit of writing, and I'm trying to just put it out there and see what becomes of it. I might as well put it out there while I'm sitting here.

Fish: It's what's for dinner.

The menu for the evening: Baked sole, roasted asparagus, and roasted tomato couscous. I hope it tastes as good as it sounds!

Today

It does feel lovely on a Sunday to have coffee with my honey, and to enjoy the fresh waffles he made and to read the paper. (I can't wait until our kitchen table gets here!!!! I think I should make little bevvie rugs for coasters. Just a thought. I've seen some cute shit out there...) And now I am lounging about my Cave and listening to Splendid Table podcasts and looking forward to be inspired. That to-do list is lingering just...over...there. Sigh. It would be quite nice to vacuum the floor in the laundry room while I have the opportunity, however.

There are times when I can't believe that I am allowed out in public. What was everybody thinking? Surely they know better...

Happy New Year!

Every year is a new opportunity to achieve something great. I hope this is my year. I would like very much to blog more, even if it's just a little something everyday. I would like to share it. It seems a great opportunity to practice my writing, and heaven knows I need all the help.

This list of resolutions seems pretty typical for me, but let's frame it out anyway.

What I Want to Accomplish in 2011

• Be nice
• Write more
• Take care of myself
• Create more
• Take care of myself, and The Boy

I hope to update my progress monthly. Go me!

How...

Autumn has snuck up on me.  I swear only a few days ago it was possibly late September, and just sort of that time-between-summer-and-autumn.  (What? You haven't heard of that? Welcome to the PNW!  WORD.) Now there is just the slightest bit of something in the air.  Perhaps a chill.  And leaves are starting to turn colors, and to drift down onto the sidewalks.  The sheep are back in the big pasture at the bottom of the hill, from wherever it is they spend their summer. I want to bake and cook comfort food for dinner, and plan Thanksgiving...

Oh, blessed wonderful autumn!

Reality

I would say I'm fattening up for the winter, but the sad reality is that I never unfattened up for the summer.

I weep.