It’s 7:45 on a Sunday, and I have the dishes done, the laundry done, and other than packing my lunch and setting the coffee maker for tomorrow morning, I am done with my chores and can actually relax for the rest of the evening. This is rather unusual for me, as normally, I’d just be switching over the last load of clothes, and would have a million other things to finish up.
I’ve done a fair bit of cooking today. For breakfast, I fried up some bacon and made pancakes. I did my usual addition of cinnamon and nutmeg to the pancake batter, but I did the unusual measurement of said spices (I usually just add to taste), and dumped in way too much nutmeg for my liking. Jay & the bambino liked them fine and ate them up (the bambino actually ate an entire pancake–Usually he just fills up on whatever breakfast meat is available), but I ate the equivalent of 2/3 of a single pancake.
I grilled the steaks and half the sweet corn from yesterday’s farmers market jaunt.
I considered something I never do–Using steak sauce. My steak, sadly, was that dry. The corn was good, and so were the cottage fries I fixed that no one else wanted. I wasn’t as hungry as I thought, and didn’t finish my meal:
That, and I’m trying to pay attention to my bodily cues, and stop when I feel comfortably full, but not “I-need-elastic-waist-pants” full. And I think now that it’s taken me over an hour to write this entry, I’ll go fix the coffee maker, pack a lunch and maybe get myself ready for bed!