The better-half and I were talking the other day about how I used to keep a journal to chronicle our first years as a married couple. Whenever we dip into those notebooks (very occasionally) we have to remind ourselves why I was so amped up about something. Honestly, it usually related to the antics of his mother or my father. It really doesn’t matter anymore, but at the time…boy howdy. This relates to the current situation we find ourselves in. We’re wondering if we should be documenting this more somehow and what we’d say to the future. In the end, does it really matter that I sit at the gd kitchen counter for 8 or whatever hours each day? The days are relentlessly the same. We wake up, go to work, stop working, make dinner. Start over. The weekends are better because that usually means chores.
I ordered a completely ridiculous trucker hat with my Bitmoji on it so I can be weird in all of the endless video calls I’m on. I also have a rainbow wig that has made an appearance. It’s the small things. Here’s the cat, in the box that contained the ridiculous trucker hat:
It was great last night and I expect it will be even better tonight. In addition to the homegrown spinach, we thawed the last of the tomato sauce I made last year and used that too. We were fortunate to get some sheep ricotta from our favorite butchery. We used all of that and a wee bit of leftover regular ricotta. Heaven help us, sheep ricotta is great on a crostini and even better in this lasagna.
We made red beans and rice the other day in the crock pot and because I can’t help myself, I made too much rice. We tried a thing that is apparently on Instagram, but we don’t ‘gram so I can’t say for sure. We have wanted to try the crispy rice thing for some time now and we’re really motivated now after we ate this for breakfast:
I pulled out the cast iron skillet, dumped in some olive oil and added the leftover rice. That cooked for 15 minutes (?) and then I made divots for two eggs. I covered the pan so the tops of the eggs would set. Crispy rice is a thing of joy. The eggs were set, not runny but jammy, and we added zaatar and salt and pepper. I think next time I’d like a little chili flake in there too.