Or maybe week & a half. We’re talking about last week – March 3 – but this week – March 10 is also in the running. Everything is wasn’t, didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t, can’t. I think everyone – or at least John and I – are stuck in the end-of-winter, time change, feel like it’s all getting away from me blues.
Rach was here last week – we got back from Chicago in time to pick her up Sunday, because we didn’t linger for brunch in Chicago, just a quick breakfast, so got back home sooner. Our cat sitters didn’t come on Saturday – but came by Sunday morning, a few hours before we did, so the kitties were all happy.
Mark and I shoveled snow, and I went grocery shopping, and then got Rach, and made apple crisp for us and tortilla casserole and ice cream pie for the dinner on Wisconsin kids who were coming Monday night. The apple crisp was good but could’ve had a higher ratio of apples to crisp.
Monday Rach & I walked to work together, and she went to dinner with friends while we ate with the students. Tuesday morning there was another 3-4 inches to shovel, and off to work again, but then Rach was too sick to go to work for the rest of the week. Tuesday night I had class, so didn’t make dinner – everyone was kind of on their own. Wednesday I worked at home – trying to stave off me getting the cold that everyone else had – drank two whole pots of tea. I forgot a work phone meeting that was supposed to be at 10:00 on Weds. morning. That night again, I think everyone just sorta scrounged their own dinners. Thursday I had some plan for leftovers that I can’t even recall – while I was walking home I decided that I wanted Chinese take-away, and hot & sour soup appealed to all the sickies. On Friday we had symphony tickets, so we all snacked beforehand. I finished what I could of the Hugh What’s His Face curry, and the Szechuan green beans from the night before. It was a shortish symphony with Yefim Bronfman. I came home and made a hot toddy and watched the Sopranos.
Saturday morning I got up and took a walk – yay, finally did something. It was a little slipperier than I would’ve liked, but not too terrible. Took Rach to the airport and came home and got my tax stuff together – another achievement. I made pizza with arugula salad on top, and we thought we’d go see Captain Phillips at the Marquee Room at Union South – we can walk there, and it was an 8:30 movie, and we didn’t think Toni’s bus would be in till 11:00. But she caught an earlier bus, that got her back to Madison by 10:00 – so we didn’t do that either.
I didn’t make a King Cake on Monday night – we didn’t celebrate Mardi Gras. I thought I’d make something yeasted and filled on Sunday morning, but I didn’t. Oh, and all week I was planning to make this creamy potato-poblano gratin, and had bought the cream, and had the poblanos leftover from Monday. But I didn’t. Instead, we had potatoes with what Rick Bayliss calls “essential rajas”, strips of fried onion with strips of roasted poblano.
And in keeping with the theme – over the weekend, I didn’t take any pictures of our meals, although I did post about Linzer tart.
On Monday I carried on the didn’t theme by skipping my monthly academic staff assembly meeting – to go meet with the organizer of the phone called I’d missed on Wednesday. Then I went home and made the “essential rajas” into enchiladas.
King Cake from 2007
