My immune system collapsed in the wee hours this morning, when I woke up to a coughing fit and severe sinus pain. I haven’t done much today except sleep, but I did manage to put a meal in the slow-cooker so I will have home-cooked lunches this week. I love this recipe for barbecued chicken and cornbread because the cornbread bakes on top of the barbecued chicken like some sort of food sorcery. This is my first attempt with my new favorite gluten-free store-bought barbecue sauce.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “This Christmas” by Mason Embry Trio from Spotify’s Christmas Peaceful Piano playlist.
I used a coupon for a fancy space-age future food delivery service and a box was waiting for me when I got home from work tonight. I am skeptical, but at least it saves me from calling a couple slices of turkey, vegan cheese, and a pickle slice a “proper dinner”.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Ladies First” by Queen Latifah / Monie Love.
This slow-cooker Thai curry recipe turned out great. Now I have lunches for half the week, too. It’s gluten-free but not vegetarian; I think it could be made vegetarian with a bit more eggplant and sweet potato instead of the chicken, plus a proper substitute for fish sauce.
It’s disappointing not to be able to share the new-recipe victory with FunkyPlaid, but I’ll just have to make it again when he comes home.
I also made a small gif of the autumn leaves swirling about my home in Second Life.
Back to work in the morning! I hope this cold shoves off soon …
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: freight trains in the distance.
Today I made vegetarian mole chili, cornbread, and raw chocolate chip cookie dough bites. Tonight I am full!
In the wee hours of the morning, Zen heaved herself up the stairs not once but twice because FunkyPlaid and I were too asleep to pay attention to her. Goodness knows how long it took her to climb the stairs, but she did it. After accomplishing that feat, Zen shoved the bedroom door open and yowled at the top of her lungs.
That was a fun way to wake up.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: Maria Bamford’s “Ask Me About My New God!”
Shortly after FunkyPlaid and I moved to Portland, our dear friends C and R introduced us to the delicious Mexican-style rotisserie chicken of Pollo Norte. Tonight it was a perfect dinner option for our exhausted, stressed selves.
I love my job and I am also desperate for the work week to be over. I’ve been on the edge of a cold for days now and could use a Saturday filled with nothing but sleep.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: nothing at all.