With not having to work either job, my initial plan was to lay in bed all day and read. But my body said otherwise at 8 o’clock when I was aching to get moving. Because the beau is off on Mondays regularly, we thought that maybe we’d take a mini road trip together… but then decided to stay local and get things accomplished. For me that was mostly in the kitchen.
I cooked a ton! And all vegan! A spicy lentil and coconut soup, a black bean and butternut soup, roasted squash, roasted eggplant & zucchini and a pot of cinnamon basmati rice for a Moroccan salad I’ll make for lunches this week. I included some veggies from the weekly delivery (swiss chard!) and a ton that we picked up from Honest Weight. Speaking of HW, if you haven’t tried their Bomb Diggity Dip, then you haven’t lived, fully that is. It is vegan. It is garlic-y. It is lip-smacking delicious! The beau and I sat in the parking lot dipping Ezekiel pitas and devouring it with the car doors wide open. Almost like an urban picnic. It is that good.
We visited Engelke Farm for our pumpkins. We decorated the front porch. We enjoyed a sushi dinner before heading in to print a job or two. Sushi for me meaning a big avocado and greens salad with a sweet potato roll and a peanut avocado roll. Don’t know if I’d get the peanuts again; just not a fan of peanut butter in my rolls really. Okay, he worked. I wrote and did the dishes; my first sink full of dishes in probably two months. He sure does spoil me.
The new panoramic shot on the iPhone is pretty neat, right?! (minus the crazy smile)
Hopefully the pumpkins will last until Halloween. And if they do, the beau and I are going to have a little pumpkin carving contest. Maybe some Charlie Brown. Maybe a little hard cider. Sounds perfect to me!
*Update: all was well when I went to bed last night and then the beau woke me up to inform me that a pumpkin was smashed. I quickly darted out of bed a) to save the remaining pumpkins and b) to leave a little note.
I figured that someone would smash the pumpkins eventually, maybe on Halloween night, but thought they’d last a little longer than six hours. And really, there are only two or three kids in the ‘hood. It was most likely an adult. I went to bed sad.