In the wee small hours of the morning, while the whole wide world is fast asleep…my upstairs neighbor decided to conduct relay races by blowing whistles and dropping the fucking baton fifteen times. I hope their team is disqualified for poor sportsmanship and banned from future activities. Just like Trump was banned from Twitter. Good morning, New York. It’s 7:15am.
We went back to sleep and hid under the covers today. Michael made breakfast—really fluffy scrambled eggs and toasted rosemary focaccia from Cafasso’s Fairway Market in Fort Lee, NJ that he lightly brushed with olive oil and sea salt and baked at 400F until crisp. It was gooood.
BAKING HACK ALERT! While the oven is preheating, slide the sheet pan into the oven to heat up as well. This ensures a crispy bottom to whatever you’re baking or reheating, and you never have to flip your goodies over to brown them on the other side. Works like a charm.
After breakfast we lounged around doing nothing for most of the afternoon. I needed a day like this to regroup and recharge and was glad to have company. It was a cold, unreliably sunny day that looked almost nice, but then clouded up fast like it could be the backdrop for a new Stephen King novel.
So we did house things. Michael had gone outlet shopping for me earlier this week. (No, not at the outlet mall for discounts!) He actually bought a replacement outlet for the bedroom one that was on the fritz. And he handily swapped out the faulty one for the new one. My guy is the bomb. I did laundry and prayed the large mattress cover didn’t stall the washer into a twisty mess of wet, uncooperative bedding that I’d have to take out and place gently back in for the cycle to finish. I do love the fresh linens feel with clean sheets and just fluffed pillows. Saturday in NYC. Home is the best place to be.
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