Tortilla Soup
Last week was one of those weeks where a little bit of bad news combined with a little bit of self-doubt equals an overwhelming fatalistic sense that things aren’t going the way you planned and that you should just chuck it all in and escape to Italy.
I think that portion of the week is over, though. Today for the first time in a long time I was…hungover. Last night Shaw and I drove down to Centennial to have dinner with Colin, Kerry, and Anthony. Colin had made pasta dough and after rolling it super thin (thin enough to see you hand through) Kerry and I gave it an egg wash and put blobs of ricotta, Parmesan, mozzarella, and chopped asparagus on the dough and attempted to make ravioli. We were mostly successful as only a few leaked while being cooked and the whole result was quite tasty. Shaw and I agreed that he would drive my car home but that apparently meant that everyone thought I needed encouragement to drink more. I was shooting for a mild buzz. Instead I had…well, more than a person who hasn’t had more than a couple drinks a week should have.
After getting over my hangover this morning, Sarah came over. We spent a lot of time being indecisive (because I’m never indecisive), but I eventually settled on making vegetarian tortilla soup and cinnamon rolls. We watched old episodes of Survivor while I made dinner. Everything was delicious!
Now Gatsby and I are cozying up on the couch, recovering from the weekend (he got a lot of attention, and that can take its toll).
I think that portion of the week is over, though. Today for the first time in a long time I was…hungover. Last night Shaw and I drove down to Centennial to have dinner with Colin, Kerry, and Anthony. Colin had made pasta dough and after rolling it super thin (thin enough to see you hand through) Kerry and I gave it an egg wash and put blobs of ricotta, Parmesan, mozzarella, and chopped asparagus on the dough and attempted to make ravioli. We were mostly successful as only a few leaked while being cooked and the whole result was quite tasty. Shaw and I agreed that he would drive my car home but that apparently meant that everyone thought I needed encouragement to drink more. I was shooting for a mild buzz. Instead I had…well, more than a person who hasn’t had more than a couple drinks a week should have.
After getting over my hangover this morning, Sarah came over. We spent a lot of time being indecisive (because I’m never indecisive), but I eventually settled on making vegetarian tortilla soup and cinnamon rolls. We watched old episodes of Survivor while I made dinner. Everything was delicious!
Now Gatsby and I are cozying up on the couch, recovering from the weekend (he got a lot of attention, and that can take its toll).
