I had a Dutch lesson today! So fun that FC Emmen is doing well and thus in the news. My instructor had never been to Emmen, and wasn’t really sure where it was, but of course I’ve been more than once on various trips. The difference between having a city perspective on the Netherlands and a Friesland / Drenthe / Groningen perspective, I guess.
My phone call with K. was rescheduled because my walk with M. was rescheduled. The walk with M. was pleasant, altho by 2 p.m. it was about 80 degrees.
I DNF _Before They’re Gone_. I had a lot of trouble trying to read it; I kept getting hung up on my feelings about bringing kids _that_ young on trips that far off the beaten path. My compatriots in book club felt like I was being overly risk averse; I think they don’t really have any sense of the kinds of risks involved. But isn’t that always how this kind of difference in perspective works!
I cooked the chilequiles for lunch, but deviated a long ways from the Plated recipe. I more or less skipped the assemble the casserole part, since I wasn’t going to be able to melt the cheese anyway (I can’t have cheese). I would never have expected red sauce with a diced poblano in it to taste so different and so good; I’ll do that again. The tortillas turned into chips turned out very nice.
We cooked the salmon lettuce cups with lentils and chermoula for dinner. They were supposed to send a container of roasted red peppers but instead sent a red bell pepper with instructions on how to roast it. That’s the first time I’ve done that myself; the skin peeled off nicely. I’m still learning things.
I called my cousin J. It was nice to talk to him. We don’t ordinarily have phone conversations, but we had been texting and emailing back and forth, and it had reached a point where I felt like it would be really nice to have a ear-to-ear convo. And it was.
My phone call with K. was rescheduled because my walk with M. was rescheduled. The walk with M. was pleasant, altho by 2 p.m. it was about 80 degrees.
I DNF _Before They’re Gone_. I had a lot of trouble trying to read it; I kept getting hung up on my feelings about bringing kids _that_ young on trips that far off the beaten path. My compatriots in book club felt like I was being overly risk averse; I think they don’t really have any sense of the kinds of risks involved. But isn’t that always how this kind of difference in perspective works!
I cooked the chilequiles for lunch, but deviated a long ways from the Plated recipe. I more or less skipped the assemble the casserole part, since I wasn’t going to be able to melt the cheese anyway (I can’t have cheese). I would never have expected red sauce with a diced poblano in it to taste so different and so good; I’ll do that again. The tortillas turned into chips turned out very nice.
We cooked the salmon lettuce cups with lentils and chermoula for dinner. They were supposed to send a container of roasted red peppers but instead sent a red bell pepper with instructions on how to roast it. That’s the first time I’ve done that myself; the skin peeled off nicely. I’m still learning things.
I called my cousin J. It was nice to talk to him. We don’t ordinarily have phone conversations, but we had been texting and emailing back and forth, and it had reached a point where I felt like it would be really nice to have a ear-to-ear convo. And it was.