Weekendiness
Apr. 14th, 2008 07:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pantryslut1. Gosh, the weather was absolutely lovely all weekend. I hope it keeps up for a while.
2. It was a little too lovely on Saturday. I had to leave the soccer game (Quakes home opener at the Coliseum!) at halftime because my seat was right in the sun, and despite having dressed for the weather, I was overheating. I suppose I could have begged one of the Coliseum staff to reseat me in the shade -- pled my belly, as it were -- but the opportunity arose, and I took it.
3. I did do my outreach during the game, though, when I had a lovely chat with one of those staff members about why soccer was being played here, rather than int he Quakes' own stadium. That would be because the Quakes don't have their own stadium yet.
4. The heat, and the dehydration, and all of that stuff gave me a bit of a migraine on Saturday. And it came back on Sunday. And this morning. It was polite enough to wait until all my social obligations were fulfilled (well, except for Writers With Drinks, which I missed), at least. And, you know, the light sensitivity isn't so bad when it's the middle of the night. Although it's also a pretty reliable clue that you're migranified when you're shielding your eyes from the middle-of-the-night street glare coming in through the windows.
5. My nose seems finally almost completely clear, though. Damn allergies.
6. I finally made that lamb osso bucco, also known as lamb shank segments braised in the oven until they fall apart. G. declared it the best meat I've cooked yet. Following the recipe is a good example of the vagaries of cooking process, too -- the amount of meat I had was half of what the recipe called for. I more or less halved the recipe, then, but this resulted in almost all of the cooking liquid evaporating by the time the meat was done. Which left a delicious slurry of soft vegetables to act as a thick sauce instead. Which was fine. So there you go. Not what the recipe intended, but still kick-ass in the flavor department.
7. My breakfast is frozen.
8. As long as I was home and resting, I took the opportunity to call both sets of grandparents, my mom and dad, and my brother, whose birthday was yesterday (and who has a new puppy). My grandfather more or less said that they'd known about my pregnancy for "months," which, if you think about it, is pretty funny. the implication being, of course, that I had delayed telling them myself. Which is true, but unless time flows differently in the Central Valley, it's been a matter of weeks, not months.
9. I also learned that my cousin the fundie in Southern California beat me to giving that set of grandparents a great-grandkid, as of October last year.
10. And I haven't even gone into Friday.
2. It was a little too lovely on Saturday. I had to leave the soccer game (Quakes home opener at the Coliseum!) at halftime because my seat was right in the sun, and despite having dressed for the weather, I was overheating. I suppose I could have begged one of the Coliseum staff to reseat me in the shade -- pled my belly, as it were -- but the opportunity arose, and I took it.
3. I did do my outreach during the game, though, when I had a lovely chat with one of those staff members about why soccer was being played here, rather than int he Quakes' own stadium. That would be because the Quakes don't have their own stadium yet.
4. The heat, and the dehydration, and all of that stuff gave me a bit of a migraine on Saturday. And it came back on Sunday. And this morning. It was polite enough to wait until all my social obligations were fulfilled (well, except for Writers With Drinks, which I missed), at least. And, you know, the light sensitivity isn't so bad when it's the middle of the night. Although it's also a pretty reliable clue that you're migranified when you're shielding your eyes from the middle-of-the-night street glare coming in through the windows.
5. My nose seems finally almost completely clear, though. Damn allergies.
6. I finally made that lamb osso bucco, also known as lamb shank segments braised in the oven until they fall apart. G. declared it the best meat I've cooked yet. Following the recipe is a good example of the vagaries of cooking process, too -- the amount of meat I had was half of what the recipe called for. I more or less halved the recipe, then, but this resulted in almost all of the cooking liquid evaporating by the time the meat was done. Which left a delicious slurry of soft vegetables to act as a thick sauce instead. Which was fine. So there you go. Not what the recipe intended, but still kick-ass in the flavor department.
7. My breakfast is frozen.
8. As long as I was home and resting, I took the opportunity to call both sets of grandparents, my mom and dad, and my brother, whose birthday was yesterday (and who has a new puppy). My grandfather more or less said that they'd known about my pregnancy for "months," which, if you think about it, is pretty funny. the implication being, of course, that I had delayed telling them myself. Which is true, but unless time flows differently in the Central Valley, it's been a matter of weeks, not months.
9. I also learned that my cousin the fundie in Southern California beat me to giving that set of grandparents a great-grandkid, as of October last year.
10. And I haven't even gone into Friday.
