My boss is in Tuscany on a food/wine vacation. I am holding down the fort, so to speak, and this has been a very long Friday afternoon. Fifteen minutes to go, so I thought I would write a quick post.
I have been rather scattered this week. Having the Little Buddy for 4 days threw me off stride. I bought the fashionista a container of edamame hummus two days ago and kept forgetting to remove it from the office fridge and take it home. So this morning I told her to text me in the afternoon and remind me — which she did. So it is now sitting by my bag ready to go. I HAVE to get on the computer tonight and choose the photos I want to use for Sunday’s presentation, and I have to figure out what I want to say. I hate talking in front of people — funny then, that it is actually something I do fairly well.
We have been just kind of foraging this week so I want to spend some time in the kitchen also. I want to make regular hummus, zucchini bread, a green bean salad, a summer squash salad, and some cooked zucchini with thyme. All are new recipes I have found recently except the bread. I have a good zucchini bread recipe that I found several years ago and to which I add crushed pineapple — yum!
And I need to get caught up on household tasks, yard work, and other projects. I wanted to work outside the past few evenings, but it has been so darn HOT out that I have stayed inside with the A/C unless I have had to take the fashionista’s dogs out to potty. Yes, I am a wimp when it comes to hot weather. Still not sure how I survived the 130 to 145 degrees in Sudan. I suppose because I had no choice, no escape. At home I choose to be outside in the heat or inside with the artificially cooled air. I wonder too if one’s blood is thinner in the hotter climates. I saw children wearing sweatsuits and long sleeved articles of clothing and sweaters and the men would dress up in suits for church — I thought I would die in a short sleeved shirt and skirt or lightweight cargo pants. And they would sit by the fire at night. I couldn’t even sleep inside the tukul at night — it felt like an oven. We all pulled our beds outside and slept outside, though it was not much cooler until sometime in the middle of the night to early morning — even if there was a breeze.
Ah, finally time to pack up and call it a day.