I really don’t understand why it’s raining. Why it’s 61 degrees on December 6th. Why there’s a Christmas tree in my living room when I can wear shorts to run.
Anyways, I’m pretending it’s winter.
I’m squirreling away cookies and cookie dough in my freezer like it’s my job. (Which it’s not, I haven’t forgotten about this real job and the very real committee meeting coming up in January).
I’m attending holiday parties (in horrifyingly festive sweatshirts).
I’m curling up on the couch reading my kindle (instead of reading the stack of papers currently in my excellent wicker basket).
Lucy is playing dreidel, flights to go home are booked, presents are purchased…WHY IS IT RAINING!?
Real Simple’s pot roast was really too easy to be so good. Have I mentioned how much I love my slow cooker?
This magazine, 99% of the time stands by its name and produces recipes that are easy to create and excellent to eat. Flavorful and hearty.
The lime and soy-glazed chicken from October’s issue was also awesomely simple and a seriously modified slaw made for a balanced dinner.
And David Lebovitz’s recipe turned leftover dulce de leche into a fudgey, need to go running immediately kind of brownie.
Mindy Kaling’s book was really funny and then, on an opposite note, I started Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale yesterday. Very weird and intense but I am loving it.
And as a parting note, here’s hoping that tomorrow’s sports massage takes care of this, the third month of the unstretchable knot in my hamstring. It is really ruining my ability to run hills and wear flats.