I’ve been trying to have a real Sunday – with somewhat mixed success.
Instead of going for a walk first thing, I puttered around, and did some work – finished grading an assignment in one of my online courses – and washed my hair. And I baked a loaf of bread – less spongy (and more whole wheat) than last week’s (The recipe is 2 cups white & 1 ww flour – usually I reverse that – but this loaf is the greater amount of white). But it meant we didn’t eat until like 12:45.
Good brunch, though – scrambled eggs with scallions and Parmesan & aged Gouda – using up some small containers of pre-grated cheese that had been lurking in the fridge; bacon – and I didn’t burn it this time; and rhubarb cream-cheese filled coffee cake.
Rhubarb & cream cheese filled coffeecake, pretty much this recipe, except I used pecans, and made it in the mixer instead of food processor.
I did some more grading, and email clean up, and quit at about 4:00.
I made picnic potato salad – I like that you can see little pink bits that are the shallots.
I actually read most of the Sunday NYT, too.
I think I’ll make the rest of the rhubarb into puree, then just laze in front of TV. Wolf Hall, Game of Thrones, Mad Men. Ha, my “Sunday morning” tag on this post just reminded me of Nico & the Velvet Underground.
