Long story short, this weekend was really good in lots of ways, exceedingly challenging in others, and presently, I feel like I'm sleepwalking through my evening. Good time with friends, lots of laughter but not nearly enough sleep, especially for my youths. 5:20 this morning was an unwelcome wake-up call.
In any case, the boys are sleeping soundly now (J since 6p!), and T and I enjoyed a lovely dinner. I made tortilla soup with Swiss chard, à la Rick Bayless, grilled a turkey breast and some squash blossoms, garlic scapes and the baseball bat-sized squash -cucuzza- I bought this morning, and made a grilled corn, avocado, plum and queso fresco salad. Everything was really yummy, a nice change of pace for a lazy Sunday evening. I really liked the plums in the salad- delicious!
Grover Norquist is insufferable. Good lord, his voice makes me recoil in the same way as do nails screeching down a chalkboard. He's so smug and self-righteous and why does he always look supremely pissed? Repugnant human.