I was going to post last night, but I realized when I was trying to come up with thoughts for the post that my heart wasn’t in it at all. And after posting something that was complete crap Wednesday night, I figured I’d be off just not saying anything at all. So instead, I just read & commented on blogs. And the pressure was off.
I was feeling “off” all day (okay, really, I’ve been “off” for a couple weeks now), and was desperately trying to think of ways to justify or rationalize racking up my credit card in order to go to Santa Monica for the weekend of my birthday. The International Food Blogger Conference is going on then, and I could get a discount on the conference fee. Just for the hell of it, yesterday morning, I checked on ticket prices from Sioux Falls to Cali…The plane ticket would be cheaper than the conference fee! I’m still sorely tempted to say “Eff it, I’ll only have this opportunity once in a lifetime,” and just go. But then the responsible adult in me reminds me of the fact that it’s not just me I have to think about anymore, and there’s a little person I’ve got to take care of for the next 15 years. So unless any random donations happen, we mysteriously win the lottery, or sales from my Amazon store suddenly skyrocket, I don’t think I’m going.
After Jay and the bambino picked me up last night, we ended up running errands, rather than going home like I wanted. I should’ve made up the meatloaf yesterday morning, but I was lazy and just drank coffee instead. And the bambino decided he wanted hamburgers instead of meatloaf. So, I tried to make a meatloaf burger.
It really didn’t. The burgers were okay…I should remember that when I’m using both garlic salt AND Worcestershire sauce, I need to be light-handed with them. Jay seemed to like them, and the bambino ate about half of his. My only complaint was that with using oats in grassfed beef, the burgers (at least mine anyway) were a little dry. Lesson learned!
We also used the last of the Potatoes Romanoff:
We’re still holding off on going out for ice cream until tonight, but the bambino was asking for dessert, and I didn’t want to make another cup of cocoa. I lucked out and had everything necessary for brownies, though.
The basic fudge brownie recipe from my Better Homes & Gardens cookbook, and the first time in my life I got it to turn out. I usually follow recipe directions to a T, but last night, I cut the baking time back by 3 minutes, and it made all the difference. I was going to give the cupcakes a try again, but for a couple different reasons, I opted not to. I might give ’em a go over the weekend. We’ll see.
And now, I must go ready myself for the work day.