Sunday, September 7
A nice morning to sleep in. I got up around 10:15 and immediately got to work. I sorted laundry and put in a load. I stripped my bed and put the sheets in the warm water pile. I cleaned the toilets. I cleaned the bathroom sinks. Then I was hungry. And, for whatever reason, I was in the mood to cook.
It was late enough for brunch. So, I whipped up one brown, organic free range egg. I added two good pinches of shredded mozzarella cheese and scrambled over medium heat. I then heated up a slice of gluten-free corn bread from the Whole Foods bakery. I sauteed an Italian pork sausage, and I sauteed broccolini with olive oil and garlic. I purposed undercooked the broccolini. It was pretty good. I didn’t have polenta, so the scrambled egg and cornbread went perfectly with the sausage and broccolini.
I enjoyed this with a cup of Yogi Goji Berry tea, a Tibetan treat. I also had a small glass of organic orange juice. I was content. But, I still wanted to cook or prep. I had music going (Lisa Loeb, Abra Moore, Shannen Worrel), the sun was coming in from the window, I had some great stuff in my fridge, I couldn’t stop.
So, I made a killer organic Pico de Gallo. I used a large, green heirloom tomato, red onion, two small cloves of garlic, a half a lime (for the juice), fresh cilantro, a small yellow sweet pepper, fresh jalapino, I cooked up a half a cob of sweet white corn, and then I used a secret ingredient I won’t share. I mixed all of this stuff up and made a gorgeous, bejeweled Pico de Gallo.
I decided I would have to make fish or shrimp tacos for dinner. So, I cleaned up the kitchen, put the PIco in the fridge and ran the dishwasher. I wiped down all of the counters and the sink, using an environmentally friendly cleaner.
I poured a glass of water and went into the living room to do some work. I got on my computer and worked on a promotional piece in Illustrator while watching the Seahawks game. My cat, India, curled up on my leather sofa and, so cute, I had to take her photo:
Just then, Capri jumped up on my red Ikea sofa right next to me and posed for the camera, which was hilarious:
God forbid I give one cat more attention than the other! I worked for a couple of hours on my project. I wanted to get it off of my plate soon so that it could go off to the printer a.s.a.p. I have a lot of projects in my queue and they all seem to be due within the month.
I then worked on collecting my archived blog entries for the skeleton of my next book. I have a lot of work to do with my writing, so I gave up spending a beautiful day outside for getting this critical stuff done, or as much of it as possible. I am about half way done collecting the entries.
The Seahawks lost the game. The score was 34-10. Both of my Washington teams lost this week – the Redskins and the Seahawks. My boys better get their acts together. I don’t want a crummy, lackluster season.
I finished my laundry and then went upstairs to get dressed. I wanted to do some kind of activity outside this evening. I had hoped to corral my friends for an afternoon game of tennis, but to no avail. So, I decided to go to the driving range. I had a nice run, working on my drills from my last lesson, last summer. I hit every club well. There were two large wooded buckets about 75-100 yards out, one with a McCain cardboard cutout, the other with a Obama cardboard cutout. Each had a sign, place your vote. I hit two in the Obama bucket. I tried to send a few over to the McCain one, too, but I didn’t get any in.
I met a nice, really cute guy named Jeremy at the range. We played a few games. And I won! And he didn’t let me win. It was a fair and true win. And, he watched me hit my 3-wood about 200-250 yards, five times in a row. I got a margarita out of it. Which shocked me. He’s from the east coast, which didn’t shock me. The men out here simply do not ask women out. It’s very bizarre. It was refreshing to spend time with a guy who knows how to court a woman. He asked me for my number. I am not counting on ever hearing from Jeremy again. And I’m okay with that. I was happy to just have a really fun afternoon.
After, I went to Safeway to pick up some groceries for the week, including white corn tortillas for my shrimp tacos. When I got home, I went to work. I sauteed shrimp in olive oil, garlic, jalapino-lime smoked salt, white pepper and fresh lime juice. I heated up three taco sheets on the oven rack. I cooked up rice and pinot beans, and then sliced a radish, a jalapino and I chopped the ends of green onions. I put a small scoop of the rice and beans on each tortilla. I then put three large gulf shrimp, with the garlic-lime sauce on the rice and beans. Then, I topped with Mexican finely shredded cheese. I put a nice spoonful of my homemade Pico de Gallo on top of that, followed by shredded white cabage and cilantro. Here’s the final plating:
I was happy. I had a margarita earlier that wet my palate for my sauteed shrimp tacos with my killer Pico de Gallo. Life was good.
After I ate, I cleaned up the kitchen and then went upstairs to make my bed with fabric-softner fresh sheets. I had bought a new tea at Safeway – Good Earth brand Organic Sweet & Spicy Herbal tea. It’s caffeine free and a natural source of antioxidants. It was super delicious. It’s a Rooibos base with no added sugars. It’s full bodied and smooth. And it came with a little fortune tag, like Yogi brand. This one was a quote. It read: ”The first duty of love is to listen.” ~ Paul Tillich, 1886-1965.