I spent the better part of my weekend with my nose buried in a book but think I went a bit too hard on Saturday and felt the sedating after effects all the next day, basking in the sun outside on a blanket, reading some more, hardly any more useful than being able to whisk together a plain-jane breakfast of oats, spice, honey, and chia seeds. It’s hard to believe that not even two weeks ago, 5″ of hard crusted snow blanketed the ground with days of blissful 75 degrees to follow. I got so used to the warmth. Now they’re calling for more snow on Wednesday however this time, I will be sure to be stocked and ready with a full pantry and fridge, brimming with all the necessities, plus any possible spontaneous cravings. #562, never do I feel more comforted or safe than when my house is filled with food. The potential of a full belly equates into a happy home. For me, anyways.
One night was spent with friends, tromping in late, clothes saturated with the heavy scent of a camp fire. I tried my hand at J’s drums and quickly realized …I’m no Keith Moon but no matter, we gleefully crept away like we were 18 again.Under a crescent moon, we all sat, half frozen to sit around a great blazing fire as everyone sang to the oldies.
There were no grand meals of note but we did revisit the sweet sultriness of roasted fennel and I lavished in the pleasure of sinking my teeth into fresh thick slices of soft and chubby challah, thickly paved with speculoos butter.
What was your favorite part of the weekend?
Your Squishy Monster ^.~