Chard goopiness was great, and so forth

I really enjoyed the panade last night. Although nothing this goopy and cheesy tends to photograph terribly well, this photo gives you the idea of the dish: an unctuous chard and onion mixture interspersed with pan-fried bread and Gruyère. Yum! I always like a dish that feels healthy even when it's not quite there. Whatever virtue the panade had, I pretty much cancelled with the amount of white wine I imbibed, but alas. Yesterday deserved to be finished with a bang. And I learned, via a hip friend -go KP, go!- a fun new phrase: in my cups. Not even KP's husband knew what this meant, so I don't think my ignorance of it means I'm that out of the loop, but it means 'drunk.' Like, "wow, after that last one, I'm in my cups." I headed straight to the gym this morning after dropping Jack off to sweat away the remaining remnants of cup'iness.

Today I'm going to make some pumpkin-prune bread for a friend who's preggers and do something with some gorgeous turkey cutlets I picked up at the FM (farmers market) recently. Need to use more asparagus too!

Meh, blah, whatever

Today was trying, to say the least. I poured a glass of wine at 5:40, a full hour or so before I usually do, if that's any indicator. On the plus side, the wine is good, and a lovely chard-onion-Gruyere-pan fried Harvest bread panade is in the oven for dinner. YUM! Oliver is eating a piece of matzoh the size of our home, procrastinating like the dickens before bedtime. Jack has been asleep for nearly an hour. Thank god. You should see the surface of my dining room floor and table. Appalling! Disgusting!

Good grief, how to ever get ahead.