What day is it? I swear I had to look at the calendar to know. It is still raining, and it is still cold. Apparently we may get lots of snow tomorrow, but then the temperature will jump on Friday by about 20 degrees. This is weird. Beyond the obvious and troubling link to our changing climate, I only care about this slightly right now because in less than 36 hours, T and I are blowing this joint and heading to Charleston. There, it is to be sunny the whole time and range from about 52 - 58 degrees. In more ways than one, this is such a light at the end of the tunnel. Though I am fully aware that my innate energy level is high to a degree that probably places me in some sort of red zone, even I have been dissatisfied with the pace of the wheel I've been running on since 2013 commenced. Slow down, you antsy tread! Most everything has been good and enjoyable but damnation have I been swamped. Today, for example, I went to the bank, the market, three school drop-offs/pick-ups, out to lunch with Oliver as his daily pleas for 2Amy's finally wore me down, started planning a Wonder Woman/Hello Kitty party for Ol (this is such a weird confluence of themes but it's his day, so whatever; the only connecting thread I can see is that he has a crush on each- who has a crush on Hello Kitty??!!), took dictation of what he wanted for his birthday (one item was hand-wipes in a packet like the ones I carry in my purse; I'm not sure what to make of this- he's definitely not OCD so is it that the package is orange and green which are his favorite colors? does he simply want access to a thing I tend to mete out stingily?), talked to one of my best-ever college friends (finally; I love you, ASOJ), worked diligently on my writing homework and planned the menu for T's birthday dinner tomorrow night.
I played a sabbath card around 7 so I could break for dinner and was thrilled to find two more servings of that fabulous leeky sunchoke bisque waiting for me in the fridge. I ate half of that with a side of mozzarella, avocado and heirloom tomato. Though I try to eat seasonally and locally, I was tonight very thankful for the South American greenhouse that allowed me to enjoy a good - versus winter- tomato in the midst of January. I was also excited to open the Puglian olive oil my sister and brother-in-law gave me for Christmas. They know the producer, and it made for a wonderfully tasty and cool drizzle. With din, I poured a glass (now two) of a truly delicious CA Cab, the Stuhlmuller 2007 Cab Sauv from Alexander Valley.
Quite a few of you seemed stoked about the stuffed chicken and turnip dishes from last night. I will write up a formal recipe for each sometime soon but hope this cursory guide for the chicken will suffice for now: