“And you hunger for the time, time to heal…”

Yesterday was extremely surreal and quiet. The whole bank had a pensive vibe all day, and I wanted nothing more than to go home, and hug the bambino.

In spite of going to the store Thursday evening, I still neglected to take something out for dinner. Because of the emotionally draining length of the day, I almost felt like another round of Spaghetti Carbonara, but I also didn’t really feel like cooking. Enter Kraft Mac & Cheese, and a bag of half-off after-Halloween Reese’s Cups instead. I didn’t bother photographing it–Pretty much everyone knows what mac & cheese looks like and I wasn’t feeling up to posting anything anyway. I would’ve put up something lame and I didn’t really have a whole lot to say anyway.

Yesterday morning, I made up a batch of the Bacon, Egg and Hash Brown Stacks for breakfast.


They’re pretty simple to make, and I like them. A lot.


I have one “stack” left, which I’ll probably eat tomorrow (the bambino ate one yesterday when I made them). Tomorrow night, I’ll make up some baked oatmeal to have for next week.

Jay headed to Sioux Falls for the day for some role-playing, and I was going to use the opportunity to get the laundry done, so I wouldn’t have to worry about it tomorrow. However, I forgot to pick up salt for the water softener last night, and I’d prefer to wait until I get restocked on that before doing laundry, or running the dishwasher again. It’s funny–When we bought our house, I wasn’t used to “soft” water. Growing up, Cincinnati water was just about perfect. Columbus had some hard water issues, but a lot of that depended on where in the city you lived. And when I moved out here, I never noticed an issue with our water in our apartment. But it’s apparently enough of an issue when you own a home, so we have a water softener. I had issues with adjusting to it when we first moved in, but I finally got used to it, and now I can tell immediately when we’re out of salt and the water is “hard” again. I have also noticed at least in the northwest part of Brookings, there’s more of an issue with rust in the water (or something reddish–It could be some mineral or something–I’m no geologist), which I don’t really want spread throughout my clothes. I had to wait for the Hobo Day parade to finish, though. If we lived on the south side of town, it wouldn’t be an issue. But I’d’ve had to cross the parade route to get anywhere, so I waited, and around 1, I finally convinced the bambino to head out. We had some lunch at Culver’s, then picked up the water softener salt. I also got stuff for dinner:


I asked the bambino how he felt about quesadillas and some rice, and he thought it sounded pretty good. All I had at home was a little bit of cheese, so I went ahead and got more. We weren’t expecting Jay to come home in time for dinner but he walked back in the door at 5:45. And since he wasn’t keen on having cheese quesadillas for dinner, we popped back out to the store for some heat-n-eat stuff:


Roast beef and mashed potatoes. I always feel guilty whenever I buy stuff like this just because it’s the ultimate in laziness, and it’s so horrible for you. But it was 6:30 by the time we left the store, and we needed to eat. So we got microwave food. I also got this for myself:


The breadsticks didn’t taste like much of anything, which I suppose is the point. They’re just a conduit for the Nutella, which was delicious as always. I also picked up some cocoa when the bambino and I were out earlier today:


I thought it might make a nice treat after dinner tonight. But in light of the fact that I almost single-handedly polished off an entire bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups in less than 24 hours, as well as eating that Nutella & Go, I think I’m done eating anything else for the rest of the night!

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4 Replies to ““And you hunger for the time, time to heal…””

    • Yeah, and at least for me, they’re pretty filling. They are also supposed to have scallions in them, but I left them out because I don’t like ’em.

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