One of the best things about being a kid is falling asleep on the couch and waking up in your bed. It was magic. Unfortunately, in my adult life, I sleep on my couch as much as, if not more than, I sleep in my bed, and that is exactly how my weekend began. A delicious nap on the couch immediately followed Friday night’s, also delicious, dinner of scallops, shrimp, and asparagus. I woke up at one in the a.m. and couldn’t go back to sleep. Kurt was still working in the studio* so I painted my nails and watched the Wonder Years (the David Schwimmer episode.. yes!). At 4:00 a.m., I attempted to sleep in my bed but I wasn’t tired and my feet were cold, so I tossed and turned for awhile.
Friday Night Scallops Shrimp and Asparagi
The Great and Powerful Talon of Sparkle
I was groggy and cranky on Saturday morning. Kurt and I promised ourselves that we’d swiftly finish our errands (food shopping and upgrading my mini-trampoline) but I put the kibosh on that promise as soon as we passed the pet store. Pet stores make me sad, and I usually avoid them like the bubonic plague. However, on Saturday, there was an extra snoogly golden retriever puppy in the window. I had to hold her, and I did for forty-five minutes. It was stupendous. There was baby talk, nose nuzzles, and belly rubs. I was smitten. I loved her little face and blonde eyelashes. She reminded me of my sweetheart golden I had for 13 special years, and I feel like a jerk leaving without her. I haven’t stopped talking about her since. Kurt’s not opposed to us getting a dog, but he’s not really on board either. I have now resorted to showing him pictures of puppies at every opportunity. It will happen.
By the time we finished our errands, it was dark. Why are days that start in “S” faster than all other days? I did a Jillian Michaels DVD (Ripped in 30), while Kurt got started on dinner. Kurt is a wiz in the kitchen, and although I do most of the cooking, he’s the master of the grill and all foods Turkish. He made us cacik (pronounced “jah-jeek”) which is a cold cucumber and yogurt soup, and because he’s so supportive of this little blog here, he took pictures along the way.
2 cucumbers, peeled and grated
16 oz. cold, plain yogurt
8 oz. water
2 garlic cloves, minced
2 tablespoon fresh dill
1. In a mixing bowl, combine cucumbers, dill, and garlic. Add salt to taste.
2. Mix in yogurt, water, and olive oil. Transfer to serving bowl. Serve immediately or cover and refrigerate.
I made baked basa fillets (dipped in egg and olive oil, breaded with GF bread crumbs, pecorino romano, and Italian seasoning, and baked for 15-20 minutes at 350). The cacik and fish were a perfect pair like peanut butter and jelly, peas and carrots, spaghetti and meatballs, lamb and tuna fish (heh?!?!)
Saturday night we celebrated my friend Beth’s birthday. Beth and I go way back to kindergarten. In grade school, her and her twin sister Blair’s birthday was always celebrated with their mom’s rice crispy treats which, to date, remain the best I’ve ever had. Now, we celebrate with beer (Long Trail Double Bag that are definitely not gluten free.) I had two. Beth said I had a “Quadruple Bag.” This is why we are still friends. Happiest Birthday Beth (and Blair)!!!! When I got home I ate some leftover cacik and fell asleep… on the couch.
We had Sunday breakfast with Kurt’s parents. I had oatmeal with almond butter, stevia, and chia seeds, grapefruit, and so much tea that I started LMFAO shuffa-lin’ around the kitchen. After, the men went back to Kurt’s and my house to fix the downspout while Kurt’s Mom and I had “Girl Time” and watched back to back episodes of “4 Weddings.” It’s a competition where four brides rank each other’s wedding and the winner gets a honeymoon. The show encourages trash talking about the competition’s wedding, and for that reason it’s not my favorite. If I was on the show, there would be hell to pay if anyone ever poo-poo’ed my dress (she’d be lying btw).
When I returned home, I had lunch: brown rice tortilla with jalapeno almond cheese, hummus, and sprouts. Then, I treated myself to a long overdue pedicure. I was thisclose to picking a light green polish, but I could resist pink. No pictures here. I have horrendous feet. Kurt jokes that he loves all of me, except my feet. I chalk it up to running and, mostly genetics. My nana had the curliest toes and gargantuan big toes. She knew it. She worked it. You go girl!
When I came home, I played worked-out on my upgraded mini trampoline, did laundry, and made Chicken fried cauliflower “rice” for dinner. It was abso-freaking-lutely delish, and I finally got to use the wok from my wedding registry.
And just as it started, my weekend ended with me sleeping… on the couch.
*Like Melissa Gorga of RHONJ fame, I have a recording studio in my house.