I love to cook, and it is rare (I think) that I screw something up. But I did tonight.
I had gone to the market on Friday, got some sour cream and some ricotta. They were both the exact same size, and had red and white labels.
You see where this is going, dear reader, do you not?
Doug and Geoff got home a little before 4, I was in the shower but I knew they were here because Toffee lost her mind. Good guard dog.
Geoff had to be to his new job, first day, shiny and bright, at 7pm so I decided to make dinner early so he could eat. He told me they ate at McDonalds (meh) on the way home about an hour before crossing into Maryland. Well. Okay. But eat something before you go because this is a 12 hour shift, friend.
He tried to take a nap (he's not a napper) and I made the dinner. Usually I make shells and then meat sauce and you can put your sauce on the shells or whatever but I wanted to make baked shells with ricotta, which ... is why I bought it.
I was making the ricotta mixture (2 eggs, shakey chees, salt/pepper/garlic powder) and it was like .... creamy. Not like lumpy ricotta. I thought that was weird. I mixed it all together, and there's where I made my mistake friends.
After I mixed it all together, I looked at the container to see it was sour cream. Dang.
Had I looked first, I could a pitched the sour cream mess and started over. But no. I was going fast. Doug said "It probably won't be that bad."
It wasn't that bad but it was not that great either. And we now have a giant Pyrex pan of it in the fridge. I'm kind of pissed off at myself. And the universe for making red and white creamy food item containers. Jerks.
Geoff left for work at like 6. It isn't even a half hour drive but the stretch of road he has to go on is notorious for accidents and delays. Plus it is Sunday and it was a beautiful Sunday, so he anticipated traffic. I made sure he had a book. And he made a lunch, or dinner, or ... break meal. He also took some rockstar energy drinks. Basically, he'll be up 20+ hours but he'll get a good night's sleep tonight, and get back on the late night body schedule like he once was back when he worked at the spice factory.
If you are reading this between now (11pm-ish) and 7am, send him a little mojo in your heart of hearts.
Before the guys got home, I did all the vacuuming.But not upstairs because I didn't want to schlep the vac up here. That can wait. I did pick up all the stuffed animal fluff that was everywhere up here and in the guest room and living room.
I also got windex foam spray and cleaned the inside of the glass doors on the shower. I hate these things. I feel like I clean them every week and use the squeegee, but they are always gross. The foam spray kicks ass, and they look almost showroom new.
Doug was impressed with the everything I'd done. Now, jerks, don't fuck it up in two days, please.
Around 8:30pm I realized Toffee hadn't had a walk yet. I asked Doug if he wanted to go, and he was wiped out from the visit and the drive (I understand that). I took her myself, and she actually was amazingly good for me. Usually she's kind of a menace, but she walked right by me, slack leash, we didn't see any cats so she didn't lose her mind (thank God) and only one squirrel caught her attention. This time of day, most people have their dogs back in the house instead of the yard (People here put their dogs out all day and I hate it. Poor things) so we were able to walk a mile without getting barked at through fences.
Toffee is the quietest dog in town. And I love that about her.
I have no meetings until 4pm tomorrow aside from our usual check-in with the developers. I may flex time myself a longer lunch. Who knows. Maybe I won't.
I didn't take any pictures today, not even of my dinner fail. Probably a good thing. Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Toffee walk, 22 min/1 mile; 11k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:30am: 117
4:30pm: 183
10:30pm: 114
food & meds:
8:30am: jardiance + phentermine
1:30pm: english muffin w/pb & low sugar j; met+glip (was not hungry all day, strangely)...
5pm: pasta shells baked w/meat, sauce and ... sour cream
7pm: met+glip
no alcohol
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