No recipe for you tonight--just an exhausted version of myself that can't help checking in here anyway. I do have a delicious, simple soup up my sleeve (I warned about soup season, didn't I?) and a couple delectable cookies. I'm being hounded for my Mom's cranberry pinwheel recipe, and I have it. Soon, I promise. And they're worth the wait.
Some highlights of my crazy-*%# week:
- This meatloaf sandwich, hurriedly eaten over my computer before a client meeting today. Yancey made meatloaf when I was gone last night, and the good news is that it's better than mine. That's the bad news, too.
- Coming home, arms full of diaper bags and flip chart markers, and finding a box full of Meyer lemons on my porch. Jordan's mom Barb picked the first harvest from her California tree Monday morning, boxed them up, and sent them to me. Meyer lemons are a cross between lemons and oranges, thin-skinned, with the most delicate fragrance and flavor. I wish I could pipe that smell into your wireless network so you could exclaim about it with me.
- 2-year old Loretta saying to 3-year old Milo in the backseat, "You can't play with my toys. Only Jesus can play with my toys."
- After dinner the other night, my children witnessed a rare scene--me just sitting there, spacing out. I wasn't cleaning, coordinating, ordering them around, checking email, folding laundry. Yancey was at the firestation, it was the first time I'd sat down all day, and I was tired and preoccupied with all the tasks looming in the week ahead. Wyatt ran around for awhile, then must have noticed my inactivity. He came back into the kitchen, sidled up to me, then just stood there for a few minutes, putting his arm around me and rubbing my back. What is better than that?
Okay--maybe the only thing better is a meatloaf sandwich. To make it the Leftoverist way, cut a thick slice from the cold, ketchup-sticky loaf in the fridge. Lay a slice of cheese over it (Gruyere, in my case) and warm it up in the microwave. Toast two slices of bread--if you have some artisan potato bread around, good for you. This week, all I had was two heels of almost-stale Costco wheat bread. Spread a bit of mayo on one piece of toast, and a bit of ketchup on the other. (I am an unabashed mayo lover. I don't know if I should admit that or not.) Lay your cheesy meatloaf on one side, and a big mound of crunchy lettuce on the other. Press together, pour a glass of milk (why does milk taste so good with meatloaf sandwiches?), and think about how you can make this very ordinary moment into a blog entry.