Sunday, June 10, 2012 DITL

[spryng]

Our flights are at an ungodly hour, so we must awake even earlier than that. I wake up before the alarm, but only because I'd been sleeping poorly to begin with.



Stumble into the bathroom... gotta do something with this hair.






Good enough.



Hello, coffee.



Hello, breakfast.



Hello, Lady.



Hello, packing.



Essentials to survive the journey: nook, netbook, snack bag, tickets, shuffle, larabar, gum, pen, phone & wallet.



Packed.



Coffee'd.



Time check: time to go.






Rental car cleaning floor. Kind of impressive.






I drop Lady off at her plane - she's leaving 2 hours ahead of me.



I wait until her plane departs to go find my own gate.



It's so empty...



I have more than enough time for an actual breakfast. Mmm. Bacon.



I can't sleep, so I read and watch the landscape change. From fields...



...to clouds...



...to desert...



...to Phoenix (where I switch planes)...



...and finally Tucson.



Now officially a zombie, I walk to the airport parking lot and pick up my car.



First thing that needs to be done when finally home is feed the cats.



Second thing is feed myself. Old cookie dough and salami: lunch of champions.



I check FB and cop to my terrible lunch.



Then I text friends to let them know I'm alive and back in town.



Harass the cats for good measure.



Unable to properly think, I decide to read for a bit and take a nap.




I end up staring at the ceiling. After a bit of this, I decide it's probably better to go shopping so I check the contents of the fridge...



...decide on some recipes for the week...



...harass the other cat...



...and go shopping.



Obligatory shot of my cart.



Only one bag this week - only one person to feed.



Contents disgorged.



Check the time - should I try for another nap? I'm exhausted, but in that weird awake way still.



I can't decide, so I put some frozen meats in the sink to thaw...



...and settle down with a snack and some more reading.



Then, TEA, because it's time to start cooking.




I make the brine for the chicken...



...envy the cat...



...fry some chiles for the chorizo...



...make the spice mix for the andouille sausage...



...mix said sausage...



...and bake said sausage (well, more like meatballs).



Then I decant some salmon. Spend a moment being squicked out by the bones and skin.



Then get over my squeamishness and mix it properly.



The chorizo turns out less than exciting, but I still use it to make some egg boats. Dinner!



Mix up some cocoa roasted cauliflower.






The finished salmon cakes look much better than the stuff straight out of the can.



I'm still painfully awake, so I make some sleepy time tea to calm down. It's also at this point that I decide not to make several other things on my recipe list.



Clean up the kitchen...






Extract the roasted cauliflower and roasted yellow squash from the oven.







Then I read for a few minutes while finishing off the tea...



...and pass out at the exceedingly appropriate time of 8pm.

Comments

[pennywhistle.livejournal.com]

Kind of side-eyeing your lunch there. The cookie dough is acceptable, but with salami?? ;-)

SALMON CAKE RECIPE, PLEASE.

[spryng.livejournal.com]

The cookie dough made me sad. The salami was DELISH.
The salmon cake recipe: http://www.agirlworthsaving.net/2012/04/gf-paleo-salmon-cakes-recipe.html
I baked them instead of frying per one of the comments and also subbed out the dill for parsley. Oh and make sure you do actually get boneless canned salmon because the random chunks I found (all in all maybe three) kind of turned me off to the cakes for a week, even though the cakes themselves were really really good.