Jason warned me that he wasn't going to like the curry. I told him he had to at least try it. Not wanting to look like a hypocrite in front of the 2nd grader who had heard that phrase since she started eating solids, he did. But then he just gnawed on the naan and got a bowl of chili.
And I didn't love it. It was okay. I'm pretty sure it was as the recipe intended. It just wasn't my thing. I couldn't take a big whiff of it cooking on the stuff and go "yummmmmmmmm." It wasn't that kinda meal for me.
But I tried it, and so did Jason, and so did Mattie. Bless her heart, she even said she liked it. Not sure I'll be making another one of those anytime soon.
Tonight's menu calls for a beef and beer stew with dumplings but I'm really very tired and just want to order pizza. I tried to get back on my running track again today and it was a massive failure. These old legs just don't want to run. I tried to remind them that just 6 short months ago, they ran about 10 miles before the big crash, and routinely ran 5,6,7 miles without a horrible amount of effort. They didn't care. They didn't want to run. I came home and fell asleep on the couch.
And naps really don't help--they make me droopy all day. I'm so sleepy right now that I'd love to pull the curtains and hit the sack but that'd be a little sad, right? I mean, 4:30 p.m. is Old People dinner time, not Old People bed time. [BIG LONGING YAWN]. So back to the kitchen to start on the stew. Or to www.dominos.com to order the pizza. Hmmmm....
Until next time, I hope your food is real and I'm not still tired.
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