I feel so good, I'm gonna break somebody's heart tonight
I feel so good, I'm gonna take someone apart tonight
Stayed over at elflet's Friday night because I was feeling sufficiently shredded that neither work nor driving home looked manageable. (Memo to self: for pity's sake, woman, stop with the all-nighters; you know they're not good for you.)
Began Saturday feeling relatively human after all, and enjoyed a lovely leisurely family brunch at Original Pancake, after which errands and zipping about. Turned up unexpectedly at xthread's, rather later, to find that he had just finished cleaning his kitchen, which he magnanimously allowed me to dirty. I think the final tally was a loaf of homemade bread with oil and balsamic vinegar dipping sauce (although I'm not sure it counts if you use a bread machine); tomatoes with fresh mozzarella and basil; and pasta with tomato alfredo sauce. However, he still gets a raincheck for "dinner cooked by Ambar" because the pasta sauce came out of a jar and (more importantly) there was no attempt at meal planning. Next time I will build the tomato sauce with onion and butter that sierra_nevada, T., and J. raved over last time they visited. And I'll start before 9pm.
Tomato sauce with onion and butter
2# fresh, ripe tomatoes (blanched peeled, and coarsely chopped) or 2C canned imported plum tomatoes
1 medium onion, peeled and cut in half
1 - 1.5 lbs. pasta
Freshly grated parmagian-reggiano cheese
Put the tomatoes in a saucepan, add the butter, onion, and salt and cook uncovered at a slow and steady simmer for 45 min. or until the fat floats free of the tomato. Stir occasionally, mashing any large pieces of tomato in the pan w/ the back of a wooden spoon. Taste and correct for salt. Discard the onion before tossing the sauce with pasta.
This morning, then, woken by a call from work, and spent an hour or so diagnosing a blown RAID controller. (Damn hardware calls.) Breakfast at Country Gourmet (yum!) then off home for more errands. At the feed store, my attention was drawn to... a steady drip of diesel fuel from the underside of the truck. All together now: *sigh*. But, in the grand scale of all the shit I've had to deal with lately, this didn't even register on the freakout meter. All I wanted was to make sure I would have my 18 bales of hay before I had to leave for school in the morning.
Happily, the hay was delivered and parked exactly where I wanted it (three separate stacks) well before dark. Having taken care of feeding horses for the next three weeks, I turned my attention to the truck problem. It is now in Walnut Creek at the only trustworthy diesel mechanic I know of in the Bay Area, and I am in San Jose, and elflet has earned many, many brownie points. We spent the drive south plotting his costume for this weekend's party. I believe it will be abbreviated. ;-)