It’s SO cold today (high of 4° F or something ridiculous like that) that I haven’t even stepped foot outside. I knew the Arctic front was coming so I went to the grocery store yesterday when it was a balmy 52° and stocked up. This weekend I have been trying to utilize some of the many, many vegetables that are lurking in my house. So far: Thai Pumpkin Soup (went into the freezer), Random Vegetable Stew in the Slow Cooker (part of tonight’s dinner), Spinach Pesto (for later this week), and Beet/Spinach Salad for lunch. Also used an orange and some fennel for the baked salmon I’m making for dinner. I still have three acorn squash, a bunch of broccoli and some yams to use up.
My daughter and her friend are making and decorating sugar cookies, thus freeing me from that particular holiday tradition. Unfortunately they are also singing such age-inappropriate tunes as “I Kissed a Girl” (ack!!!).
I am rather pleased with my productivity today, other than the fact that there are four loads of laundry waiting to be folded upstairs.
December 14, 2008 at 7:42 pm
Thai pumpkin soup, sounds good. I can’t believe it gets that cold, good thing I live in Phoenix where the coldest it gets is 50 degrees!
December 15, 2008 at 2:44 pm
That song irritates me to no end. You can tell from the singer’s attitude (esp. in the video) that she wrote it just to get attention and piss off people like her parents. Sure, it’s catchy and it’s funny, but I hate the attitude. I dislike her other songs even more. She’s not a very good songwriter.
One of these days I’m going to try beets. Maybe.
December 16, 2008 at 3:35 pm
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – beetroot and chocolate cake.
Oh, perhaps your daughters’ should check out New Zealand’s Ladyhawke? Probably still age inappropriate (though this is coming from a man whose 5yo tells him to “Turn it down! That isn’t music!”) but at least embedded in real life. And a serious eighties electro pop fetish.
December 22, 2008 at 8:36 am
“I kissed a girl” is today’s “like a virgin”. My mom still loves to tell the tale of a quiet car trip that was suddenly altered by the six year old in the backseat belting out “touched for the very first time” like she had any clue what that meant.