The NYT doesn’t usually let me down, recipe-wise. Sometimes it lets me down in the Style section (does two baby boomer gluten-free dog bakery owners a trend make?), or when the Sunday crossword makes me feel incompetent. There’s a first time for everything, though, and this particular letdown happened on Sunday.
The soup was delicious in theory. Sauteed onion + garlic + ginger + cauliflower + broth + curry + a potato = soup.
While Jason mixed up some addictive red pepper risotto, I labored over the soup fixings in my Le Creuset. After simmering the mixture for thirty minutes, I blended the whole thing into submission (as instructed). Unfortunately, the combination of ingredients yielded a soup that was pea green and the texture of baby rice cereal. It smelled fine. It tasted okay. It looked terrible and did not sit well. Jason asked me kindly if we could maybe not eat the leftovers for dinner tonight and I agreed wholeheartedly. Can’t win ‘em all.
I realized today around noon that I was actually happy to be going home from work for the first time in a week. Jason got home on Saturday from a week away, and, per usual, life is better when he’s around.
His was the more interesting adventure of last week. I spent Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights out and about (Relief Society birthday, ladies’ movie night and work event, respectively), so by Friday night I was so exhausted I just collapsed on the couch and ate a pesto pizza. Mmmm. Pesto.
I woke up early Saturday morning and did the grocery shopping. Unfortunately, the day I don’t have a second party along at Trader Joe’s is the day I decide to buy a cantaloupe and a big bag of potatoes. I struggled mightily up our three flights with my overloaded paper bags (oh, because I also forgot to bring our reuseable bags with the comfort handles). I’m sure the neighbors appreciated my jingling keys and plodding footsteps and gasps for breath at 8:30 a.m.
On another grocery note, I have yet to find the bag of romaine that I lost in our kitchen. I must have just thrown it out or else I would think we’d be smelling it by now.
The rest of the weekend was relaxing. Jason got home right after I finished the Sherlock, season three finale, and just in time for all the basketball. We had ward conference so I didn’t
have get to prepare a Sunday school lesson. The aforementioned Sunday dinner was not my best work, but Jason’s risotto turned out great. It’s so nice to have him home.