Blessed Beltane!
We’re
hosting a party tonight for a friend celebrating her divorce being final. Not
the smartest move on my part, since I’ve been feeling under the weather and
have a mass of deadlines starting to crash around me. But I love my friends,
and that means I just can’t help myself when it comes to doing nice things for
them!
It’s
potluck, but I always believe in making sure there’s a good variety of food
already available, so here’s what we’ve got:
- sloppy
joes in the slow cooker
- coleslaw
(I’ve developed a great non-mayo recipe with white balsamic vinegar and a hint
of wasabi)
- French
bread with spiced oil for dipping
- wasabi
almonds, regular almonds, and pistachios
- chocolate-chip
oatmeal cookies (dough made, I’ll start popping them in soon)
Unfortunately,
between that and cleaning the lower half of the house, I’m knackered and have a
vague headache forming. Sigh. I just hope enough people show up!
Sunday
Aftermath…
Party was
a success. A bit small, but everyone seemed to have fun, and that’s what’s
important. I’m really glad we made the sloppy joe’s, because they were the only
main dish, and the slow cooker was scraped clean (but we have a pile of buns
left). The coleslaw also mostly got eaten, which was nice; the last time I
brought it to something, it didn’t get as much attention. For my part, I
discovered that it tasted fantastic on my sloppy joe!
The
wasabi almonds were startling to people who popped them in their mouths without
realizing what they were. Morgana’s expression was priceless…
I was
pretty much dead all day today, though. Dammit. I dealt with some e-mail,
didn’t quite finish The Oak Leaf (realized I had to go to
the copy shop to have something scanned, but didn’t have the energy to actually
go…), read for a bit, called my sister to wish her a happy birthday. Then,
after dinner (burgers, made out of cow rather than turkey, because red meat is
what I need in my current physical condition), I finally started to perk up,
and ended up in the living room where I wrote 1K on the CES story and worked on
an editing proposal while Ken napped.
We roused
ourselves long enough to give the cats subcu fluids, and Ken crashed and I’m
still working…which is probably not the best idea, given the hour. Someday I’ll
learn to just stop scheduling anything before noon, and accept the fact that I
work best between 11 p.m. and 3 a.m.
Today is
not that day, so I’m off… G’night!
