Nice to be home, mayhem still here, can't wait to cook dinner tonight

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Hmm...it's not yet 8:30a, but I'm pondering what to make for dinner? I'm thinking about replicating that mozzarella, pistachio dish that I enjoyed at Laurelhurst and perhaps a grilled radicchio, preserved lemon and toasted breadcrumb recipe from Molly Wizenberg. Last night we were too tired to cook so ordered yummy Indian take-out and had a great bottle of Cab. But now I'm back in the kitch and ready.It was so nice to see the boys and I think they were happy to see us too despite a great time with the grandparents. Oliver was up at 5:30 calling for me, and it was quite the juxtaposition between forced early morning wake-up and being completely without schedule. Lordy. Off to pilates.

Hello, rain!

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We're in the car heading home, and after so many days of nary a cloud in sight, this rain and its accompanying cloud shroud are almost a foreign landscape. We need it here in DC though, so I'm not complaining. Have you read Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver? She has such a gift for writing and can really tell a story. I loved The Poisonwood Bible and picked up this newer book at a used book store in the Willamette; that cafe was also home to the marvelous scones we had! Anyway, Prodigal Summer is wholly engaging so far. I love works that appear quiet on the surface but because of the author's attention to detail and ability to write softly yet powerfully are actually just the opposite.

Out cab driver is cussing a blue streak under his breath- it's kinda funny.