Welcome to Seattle winter, ladies and gentlemen. If you’ve ever contemplated the consequences of stepping just a tad over the edge of a cliff, you know what every day in Seattle during the winter is like. It’s a constant battle between your self-preservation instinct and your other self-preservation instinct, which realizes that if you have to endure one more day of half-assed rain at a steady 45 to 50 degrees, you will kill someone and be put in jail.
The drive for any sort of endeavor, even simply be an active and contributing member of society, dies with the first week of clouds rolling in off the Sound. With the exception of the holidays, when the city is brighter for all of the lights on display, it is dreary and painstakingly boring time of year.
So it is that the best crafting project I can think to mention is fixing the increasingly large hole in the couch with some thread made for denim because I have been unmotivated to find some real, heavy-duty thread. I didn’t bother taking a picture. Suffice it to say, it looks like a couch that had a hole and was fixed with denim thread.
As for cooking, I’ve been as lazy as possible for the past week. E made dinner on Sunday night, after we had a large meal at a friend’s house to watch the Packers game (NFC Champions!!!). Last night I made an old favorite, “cheesy rice and beans” –I will freely confide that the recipe is from an ex. *GASP*
This was a standard in my apartment with said ex. It’s easy and sticks to your ribs. You make the rice, and towards the end of the rice’s cook time, you add beans and whatever else you want, then add the cheese right at the end. The secret is to use a tablespoon of cream cheese to make it ultra-creamy, and voila –calories!
The version I made is my personal favorite: a Mediterranean styled dish. I use garbanzos, tomatoes, and black olives, with Italian blend cheese and Feta. I have also had versions with a Mexican twist, including black beans and some spices, and a rather bland version with just beans and cheese. The great thing about it is that it is a blank canvas that can be covered with just about anything and still be good.
And, like I said, it’s filling.
Tonight we’re having hotdogs. Because, really, the thought of doing anything other than the very basic necessities at this point is like drilling through my skull to scoop my brains out with a spatula. Think about it.
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