Thursday. A day of reckoning.

I had two things to do yesterday.

1) Homework.

2) A meeting to help form the Colorado Computer Science Teachers Association.

I am not a computer science teacher. I can’t even call myself a computer scientist at this point. However, my school is helping to form this, and the grant I’m working under is sort of related, so bing-bang-boom. I was expected to attend the meeting, which was four hours long and forty five minutes south of my house.

What does one need to start a day with SO MANY RESPONSIBILITIES?

Coffee and a cherry smoothie, of course.  (Cherry smoothie: Grape Nuts, milk, yogurt, frozen bananas, frozen cherries, and sometimes about three drops of almond extract.)

Is it weird that smoothie isn’t spelled smoothy?

You’ll notice that my smoothie was enjoying in the same location as my dinner last night – in bed. Maida, my puppy, was keeping a close eye in case I spilled any – isn’t that just the sweetest most food grubbing thing you can imagine. To reward her, I took her squirrel hunting.

Don’t worry, I took out the boring parts for you. Read: trunk. Nobody likes a trunk.

On my return to the house, I deflected homework by deciding what to make for lunch.

Raw chicken? NO. If I wait, that chicken will be miraculously cooked when I arrive home, thanks to the miracle of the slow cooker. (The lightning is warning me not to lick the barbecue sauce off the chicken, even though it’s delicious).

The barbecue sauce is delicious, not the raw chicken.

Obviously.

Barring that, my choices were falafel or… falafel. A couple of weeks ago Crockett and I went to Costco and I bought this huge two part package of falafel balls (heh – balls), along with a family sized tub of hummus and some nifty cook-em-yourself flatbreads. I froze half of each, but I’ve since worked through the unfrozen halves of everything but the hummus. Forty thousand pounds of hummus goes a long way, turns out.

Please note the yellowish cast of the flatbread. As I said yesterday- not-quite-florescent lightbulbs of death are to blame for that. But lookit how pretty the lunch came out! Please note that in this case, the chocolate chocolate chip pumpkin muffins I made on Wednesday are in fact cupcakes, because I’m eating them for dessert. Today, they are muffins again. You’ll get the hang of it, don’t worry.

After the meeting (which involved construction paper and scissors – AWESOME), I met Crockett and his buddy out for pizza and beer.

I kept it light, don’t worry. My stomach is still running at about 70%.

Crockett had a head start, but I had a Guinness that it took me a full hour to get through. Moderately interesting side note: did you know that Guinness is in fact sort of a light beer? It has roughly 15% fewer calories than something like Coors.

We shared two pizzas: duck confit and smoked mozzarella.

That’s right, y’all. Duck confit on a pizza. What’s duck confit, you ask?

Duck cooked and stored in its own rendered fat.

Rendered. Fat.

After one piece of each, I retired to let the boys watch hockey in peace and finally tackle my homework.

How was YOUR Thursday?

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2 Responses to Thursday. A day of reckoning.

  1. BD says:

    Ahem….Speaking as your father…I want you to know that my grandmother, YOUR great grandmother, all 4’11″ of her, known to all as Angie, never, ever, made a pizza with DUCK on it. (Was it good?)

  2. Gye says:

    Yum! I LOVE Rendered. Fat. Especially when you punctuate it that way…