So, I would have posted earlier, but I learned the hard way today that "day off" in Midwesternese translates roughly to "9.5 hour day working." I really should get a translator when I'm making these deals, because I suck at them.
The last batch of my mail project (round one) went out today. When your mailman starts glaring at you and handling your mail with rubber gloves a few days from now, you'll know who to blame. If you get a greasy envelope with stuff dripping out of it- you win!!
Yet ANOTHER weekend of "Operation Fix this Fucking House" has come and gone, which I'm getting used to as I seem to have no social life whatsoever lately. Seriously- it's like everyone knows I have airborne herpes or something. Like you haven't ever had a contagious genital virus, Judgy McJudgester. Hmph.
Since we went to the Farmer's Market again and our bounty overfloweth (that's what she said!), I made dinner Saturday night for the two of us.
First, I set the (coffee) table with the finest (same crap we use every day) china, silver (old, cheap), and linens (are Bounty paper towels considered "linens"?):
For an appetizer, I made the Mr. bruchetta with garlic-basil mushrooms (yukky, yukky fungi), caramelized onions and some fancy Welsh cheddar cheese. For me, sundried tomato, red pepper, green olives, caramelized onion and fresh mozzarella. This is before they went in the oven:
I made some spaghetti squash with sage, parmesan and pepper:
I also made a salad with garbanzo beans, green onion, edamame and balsamic dressing, but my camera didn't actually take a picture of it, which I just discovered now. Instead I'll give you a picture of the glory that is Turducken:
Finally, I made wild sockeye salmon with fresh tomato-caper-lemon salsa:
It was delicious.
I'm going to bed now.
Happy Monday (technically early Tuesday), my crispy, juicy, plump turduckens. Happy Montuesday.