I don’t know about you, but I had a lovely, low-key weekend. Mister and I mostly hung at the new pad and we kicked back in the pool every day. We both managed to get some things done, and then there was the food.
Friday night we had an amazing Caesar Salad with Roasted Salmon. It was so good, I suggested we eat that mutha once a week. Saturday morning, we had a tomato-fontina tart with an avocado and hard-cooked-egg salad. Lunch wasn’t much to speak of, but dinner was out and fab: fried calamari, antipasto salad and pizza. Sunday’s breakfast was of the ordinary, fend-for-yourself variety. Lunch was a Caprese salad with home-grown tomatoes and bacon. Dinner was chicken braised with mushroom gravy, grilled corn and grilled asparagus. Put it all together and that, friends, was a whole lot of good eatin’.
Now – don’t think we’re total gluttons. We did work out every single day. And we didn’t have unreasonable portions, either. We just happened to eat well. It’s kind of one of our things.
Sometimes I can look over a weekend and see something extraordinary, like a particular outing or experience. Most of the time, however, my weekends are rather ordinary. Being a home-body, I tend to stick close to the abode. And it would be easy to dismiss those weekends as unexciting, run-of-the-mill, no-big-deal days on the calendar. But that’s not really true, is it? Speaking for myself, most of my life is ordinary. And though some may deem that boring, I absolutely do not. I relish pool time with Mister. I am astounded by the quality of the food we eat at home. I laugh at home, I think, I cry… Honestly – to say “life is good” at home is a profound understatement. The joy I feel – simply for being alive – is off the charts. It’s a shame more people aren’t tapped into this love of life. It really is.
Anyhoo – even though I worked out all weekend, I’m thinking some stretchy pants might be in order today. Wonderful, comfy, happy, stretchy pants.