Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Day 359: Sangria? Coffee? Or Both?
Today I tried to follow the adage "lunch like a king, dine like a pauper" (that isn't it exactly, but that's the one I followed). Everyone was too full after yesterday's late diner lunch to have a big supper, so I put the thawed chicken in the fridge for another day . . . except, I've got zumba the next two nights and don't tend to cook a big meal, and I wanted it out of there before then. So today we had a simply enormous lunch: sautéed chicken breasts, a Caesar salad with locally grown Romaine, toasted banana muffins, a fresh fruit plate, and veggies with spinach dip. For my pre-zumba dinner, I had some edamame, a nectarine, a fat-free raspberry Greek yogurt, and a handful of Trader Joe's Sweet & Salty Trek Mix, which is so freaking good I curse the day I discovered it (because it is also so freaking high in fat and calories, but what can you do). And now it's 8:41 and I'm not hungry in the least, so I think this was a good plan.
Tomorrow I have paying work in the morning, and in the afternoon I'm submitting Novel 1 to the publisher's version of an open casting call, which Sister Hart alerted me to. This publisher is looking for compelling new middle grade and YA books — fingers crossed! A busy day, in other words.
Today was more chill; I wrote thank-you notes and talked to my aunts and took Mimosa to the library and picked up our CSA. I've got a basket of tomatoes and a basket of peaches and must contemplate what to do with a basket of each, particularly when I'm the only one in the house who really eats either. Tomato-peach chutney? Hee. (I do make a killer roasted tomato soup, though it's not exactly soup weather, but that recipe uses a ton of tomatoes. Maybe I'll make it and freeze it?)
Off to the tub! I'm reading The Candidate (or maybe it's called The Selection — or for that matter, maybe it's called something else; now that I'm 50, I can't keep anything straight, and titles were never my strong suit, as you well know — anyway, it's something Brunie recommended, though I am skeptical about her recommendations now, since the last book she recommended, Ripper, she never even read) . . .
Wait, what was I saying? I've got a good book and a stack of magazines and so much new bubble bath (thank you, my friends!) you can't even believe it. So much to celebrate! Sangria it is.