Well, maybe that's not fair. It certainly happened. I guess what I mean to say is that I crammed so much into the twelve hours or so I was awake that I feel like it just got away from me. We had to run errands, I had a dress to finish, I washed clothes, and then I made dinner. These things sound so simple and yet they all were way more involved than they should have been.
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| Winter vegetables! Not shown: the gross residue the squash left on my hands. |
When I planned yesterday's meal, I was sure it'd be cold out and it'd be the feel-good meal of the month. I found the recipe at Eat.Live.Run and ran it past Nick, who agreed to eat it, even though it contained butternut squash and sweet potatoes, two of his least favorite foods (though he hasn't eaten them since he was a kid. Time for some schooling). Homeboy was none too happy to see me cutting these up yesterday, realizing that this was his actual dinner and there would be no meat involved, just hearty vegetables and some puff pastry on top.
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