|Can you spot the cowgirl? Over the years, friends have given me ornaments|
reflecting my interest in the West. There's also a buffalo on there.
And the pink VW? Too good not to use
I had planned to make myself the fancy tuna sandwich I didn’t fix for my no-show company last night, but they stayed until nearly 7:30 and I threw together a half a roast beef sandwich. It had been a weird day. We were to have Jacob at church at 8:45 to “acolyte” (I told him I never heard the word as a verb) but he woke up sick. He and his mom both went back to bed and slept till ten. There I was at 7:30 in the morning, hair washed, makeup on, and no place to go. Seemed to be the pattern of my weekend. So I spent the day mostly at my desk, reading a book for a competition.
Did fix Jordan a breakfast she had grave doubts about: put a Tblsp. soft butter in an individual soufflé dish, sprinkle with chives, oregano, parsley; top that with four pieces of artichoke hearts, and then break an egg into each dish (don’t break the yolk). Cover with Parmesan and bake at 400 for ten minutes—fortunately for both of us, her egg was more well done than mine. Good but not outstanding—not sure if I’ll fix it again or maybe adjust seasonings—she suggested green chillies.
So here I am, about to go back to that book. Hoped to finish it tonight, but chances look slim right now.
Hope everyone has a good week.