Friday – International Women’s Day – we went to the Madison symphony. It was a night of three featured soloists – who all play in the band: the concertmaster, on violin; first clarinet; and the tuba player. I find it hard to call him “tubist” although that seems to be the correct term.
I made the stovetop mac & cheese from my stuff to cook list, and Mark & I ate it with little weiners in dough that had been in the freezer since super bowl.
I also made dough for black bread to take to the Culinary Ladies gathering, operating under the misapprehension that it was Saturday afternoon, when It was actually Sunday. When we got home from the symphony I shaped it into a long skinny loaf and a little round loaf and left it to rise overnight in the cold vestibule.
Mark said it was a disappointing symphony. I thought it was OK except for the American in Paris tacked on at the end.
For me it was the black bread that was a bit disappointing. I got up early Saturday and baked it. It didn’t rise quite right. I think I need new yeast (bought some later that day). Then we went for a walk, before the rain started. We got home in time for me to get to yoga, but I fooled around too much and realized I wouldn’t make it, so I used the morning to do errands. Got the car washed. Went grocery shopping. Bought water softener salt. Did laundry.
For first breakfast, I had some of the black bread buttered, and a little Jarlsberg, and that was probably when it tasted the best – 2 hours out of the oven. Second breakfast was avocado toast when I got back from shopping.
We thought maybe we’d go out for dinner, just the two of us, get steaks, since we hadn’t gone on Valentine’s day. Spent the afternoon grading, and all of a sudden I looked up and the rain had changed to snow. Because the weather had turned for the worst, and Mark was developing a cold, we decided to order a pizza. Mark wanted to get it delivered, and I didn’t even want to ask for delivery, because I thought it’d be kinda ridiculous – and sure enough, the delivery time was an hour and a half. I went and picked it up. Tried a new combination, broccoli, sausage, and pepperoni.
Sunday was spring ahead, ugh. We got up and shoveled and went back to Colectivo for coffee. Neither of us was completely happy with our shoe choice. I wore my insulated rubber boots which were good for the slush pools, but a little slippy. Mark wore running shoes, more sure footed, but less waterproof.
Mark’s mocha
We had full English breakfast for our Sunday morning repast
I did a little bit of getting the tax stuff together.
I added garlic oil to the zucchini butter I’d thawed out, and took it to the Culinary Ladies potluck party with some vegan cheese spread I’d picked up at the coop. I couldn’t quite tell if it was good or gloppy. It was garlicky.
And now it’s Monday. Good news/bad news. A beautiful sunny day, but kind of icy underfoot. Milwaukee got the Democratic convention, and New York Public Schools are going vegetarian on Mondays. And I can’t figure out what the hell with this Ethiopian plane crash – it was a Boeing, so must’ve been built in the US, and none of the news outlets is saying that.
Monday sidewalks refreezing
I’ve been having these little dizzy episodes all weekend – I think it’s sinus infection and messed up ears. But I’m afraid its something worse.