I don’t know what you guys think, but so far June has been a bit of a let down weather-wise. Between ceaseless rain and temperatures that refuse to creep into the 70s, I have been pretty disappointed. I mean, is 85 and sunny really that much to ask for? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Continue reading
I’ve spoken before about how my husband likes curry. It may not be expected, given his previous love of all things familiar and plain, but I’m not complaining. It’s one of the few vegan meals I can always make without any sort of push back. For whatever reason, he doesn’t miss the meat or dairy in his curry, and he eats it voraciously every time. We both do, honestly. It’s slowly becoming a staple on our dinner table, and I’m not looking back.
I’m a menu planner. Every week, when the grocery circular comes in the mail, I’ll sit down with it, my coupons, the weather forecast, and our calendars, and figure out what we’re having each night for the upcoming week. What started as a necessity when I was in grad school (free time for food shopping was at a premium; if I wanted to eat, I needed a plan), has become a comfortable habit. I know some people find this ridiculous and tedious: “How am I supposed to know what I’ll want to eat next Tuesday?” I’ve been asked. But I like knowing. It eliminates the 6:30 hangry and frustrated raid through my fridge. And, it informs my other meal choices (for instance, if I’m making risotto for dinner, I won’t have oatmeal for breakfast. I’ve been told this is weird, but to me risotto and oatmeal are, in the words of Sheldon Cooper, gastronomically redundant).
I don’t know about where you are, but fall is definitely setting in here in Delaware. It rained all day yesterday and the temperatures didn’t get out of the 60s. I had to wear jeans, and sleeves, and closed toe shoes. Now don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate autumn. I’m not immune to pumpkin-spice obsessions, and fresh picked apples, and candy corn. My closet is over flowing with cute ballet flats. Few things beat sitting in the stands at a football game with a cup of watery stadium hot chocolate. But after fall comes winter. And winter sucks.