I work weekends. And I HATE Saturdays. So you wont get too many adventures in the kitchen out of me in between bartending shifts.
I do my best to be ambitious and rise at an hour the rest of the world would find satisfactory, I really do. Its just that I don't know if any one else is noticing this, but.....getting old sucks. I am no longer at an age where 4 hours of sleep still allows me to look human and function on anything other than a base level. So, I need sleep. But once a week or so, I wake up truly refreshed and feel like making breakfast. Last week it was smoky paprika homefries, eggs with leek and artichoke hash, toast, brand new coffee. We cant get through a meal without some sort of cheese, and tomatoes, so they are always a given, even if they're just thrown on the side of the plate as is.
Todays brunch activities involve trying to feed both of us for the very long night ahead (Saturdays are a marathon for both of us), celebrating the dogs birthday (laugh, go ahead), working on the business (all the time), and trying to come up with something to do with the blasted semi-soft tofu thats been in the fridge. To the Internet!
Its rainy and gray, Irish Breakfast tea is going down good, theres a friend a miss and want to catch up with, so I think Ill just wait to send the boys to get supplies while I sit in the warm glow of the food network and languidly complain about being sore and tired.
Hand me those prunes over there. NO, to the LEFT of the knitting needles, UNDER the afghan....
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