Monday, September 23, 2013

It's A Weekend, I Guess

Our dog is convinced he's the same size as the cat, and that he can snuggle in our laps exactly like she can. This was yesterday, where our animals were preoccupied with watching The Most Interesting Bird in the World. Or, well, the dog was watching until the cat decided to place herself exactly in his line of sight.

I wanted to write about my weekend, but it's a little bit tough. I took the weekend off. I was dealing with some life-stuff shenanigans of the un-fun kind that I don't particularly want to go into here, and Jason told me to just take Saturday night to relax and not have to be anywhere or do anything at all.

So after work on Saturday I came home, ate some sushi, made myself some really, really milk-heavy cafe au laits and started reading Take This Bread: A Radical Conversion by Sara Miles, a book recommended me by Nadia Bolz-Weber as a good book to read following up her new Pastrix, which I reviewed here.

I started reading Take This Bread Friday afternoon during some downtime at work, picked it back up Saturday afternoon, and had finished it by Sunday night. It's a really intense religious memoir. Sara Miles was forty-six when she walked into an odd little Episcopalian church and took communion, seemingly at random. She is a lesbian in a loving, long-term marriage with a daughter, raised by fervent atheists who themselves were the children of devout missionaries. Miles worked as a journalist during some of the worst, most destructive, least-talked about proxy wars the U.S.A. bankrolled in Central and South America during the 80's. She had started to live a fairly settled-down life in San Francisco. Then she walked into a church, found herself a convert to Christianity, and a year later was running a food bank, discovering that her call was to feed the hungry, the poor, those who cannot afford to feed themselves.

I can see why this book is suggested; it's also a memoir of someone, deeply flawed, sort of falling headfirst into Christianity and rather than digging their way out when things get tough, simply working their fingers to the bone (metaphorically speaking) to change something from the inside. It's a call to arms as much as a story, a call to radically change the way people sitting in their pews view the tired, hungry, and poor standing right outside their doors.

I really enjoyed it; well, you can obviously tell since I've already finished it in three days. This one's a library book, so I can't mark it up on a second read but I am considering buying a copy to do just that. My religiously-flavored memoirs bookshelf section is growing rapidly lately.

Sunday morning, I had this idea in my head to make something kind of fancy for breakfast. Since Sunday is Jason and I'd only read day together, I've been trying to either go out for breakfast or make something fun.

So I made this.

I took this recipe from Martha Stewart - baking acorn or dumpling squash for an hour on fairly low heat until it's cooked, with broth and halved cloves of garlic, chopped sage leaves sprinkled over the top with the pepper and salt - and scaled it down for just the two of us. After baking, you mash the garlic and mix it with cream (or, in my case, with the half-and-half I keep for coffee) and some of the sage that cooked in the broth at the bottom of the pan, and pour that over the squash. It's a side dish that seems incredibly perfect for Thanksgiving.

Jason had an idea, though, to bake eggs in the wells in the center. So I baked the squash for forty minutes, took them out and broke open eggs into the wells (as well as adding some more broth to the pan), turned the heat up to 400 degrees and stuck 'em back in for another twenty minutes. If you like your eggs runny, just leave the heat where it is. Jason refuses to eat runny yolks because he hates delicious things.

Then, pull the squash out and make the cream sauce, pour over, and die of happiness.

(I may or may not have added hot sauce to mine. But I add hot sauce to everything. Martha Stewart would probably not approve.)

Then we had lunch with my in-laws, to celebrate Jason's birthday! Well, it was supposed to be everybody-in-September birthday, but Jason was the only September birthday there so we called it good. I made a version of this creamy skillet corn recipe, except I used turkey bacon and threw in zucchini and some more sage leaves (our sage plant in the herb garden is dying, so... I've kind of given up on moderating my use of it.) There was chicken with rice and gravy and broccoli casserole and caprese salad and gingerbread cake and really, all around gluttony and fabulousness.

Afterwards, we came home and I read, Jason napped, and the dog ran in circles chasing his tail or the cat or dust specks we can't even see.

So, you know. Typical Sunday.


This morning I've already run two of my errands, and I've got a couple more to figure out before dinner. When I say 'figure out', what I really mean is 'get up the energy and wherewithal to just go DO THEM', but for now I am sipping on coffee, wearing pajama pants, and squinting suspiciously at the outside world.

The wind chimes are singing outside our front door, which is kind of making it hard for me to get up and go anywhere I can't hear them. They were a housewarming gift from one of my husband's aunts, and I absolutely love them. I am one of those people that would have fifteen sets of wind chimes if it weren't for the fact that Jason seems to have this idea that might be too many.

Silly man. 

In kinda cool news, I won a $50 gift card to Uncommon Goods in a giveaway over on Holly's blog, and my package from them should probably arrive today, so I am kind of hoping it'll arrive before I leave again. Packages from UPS with stuff I didn't actually have to pay for?

That's like Christmas, right there.

Speaking of, my mother-in-law asked us to start thinking about Christmas lists yesterday and I actually felt my brain spasm. Wait, is it already almost October?

When did that happen?

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  1. Hey, what a coincidence, I've been super stressed too! I don't know about you, but I don't have time or energy to even consider sharing all my stress on my blog, even before "over sharing" enters into it! When I'm stressed, I'm doing too much to get good sleep, let alone knock out hours describing my stress for readers. But I'm glad you got some down time -- it really does restore your strength to relax for a while.

    1. I feel like talking about stress on my blog just makes me stress out more! Well, the kind of sterss that hapepns like THIS kind. Talking about anxiety stuff is funny for other people to read, I hope. I mean, I think I'm funny. Heh.

      Sushi, man. Sushi heals all wounds.


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