Ow, my brain
Oct. 19th, 2010 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyYesterday I finally got around to making the chicken enchiladas I'd somehow convinced myself would be the tastiest things ever, despite the fact that the recipe was coming off a soup can. I've been wanting to make these since I found the recipe in some magazine sometime over the summer, but I haven't had the inclination to go to the store and buy the ingredients and I've been putting off cooking because I am a lazy, lazy girl. When I first try a recipe I like to have time to make sure I'm not rushing it, and that basically means I have to wait for a Monday to come around because Sundays I'm usually a zombie by dinner time. I did, once or twice, consider it as a lunch idea, but never actually went through with it.
Anyway, braved two stores looking for the ingredients at a decent price. It's weird how they still remember me at one store for all the shopping I did while Mums was in the hospital, but I suppose it makes sense. Had a bit of a chat with the woman who used to ring me up most of the time back then. Had some wine, took a nap (or tried. It didn't work out so well) before dinner, woke up a little later than I intended and then couldn't get moving properly because my brain was all "you still have a headache. Go back to bed." and tummy countered with, "No. I will not be denied this time. You promised other people, too." So. Went downstairs where the Widget backsassed me. :(
I made my food and cleaned 80% of the dishes as I went. Granted, I left the hardest dishes but still. It's better than usual/some people. Anyway, while I waited I began to worry that I would hate the end result. I needn't have worried. SO. Good. And even better as leftovers. :D
Also managed to go to Book Exchange so I could make my offering to the kitty. Naturally, since I only had ten bucks, I found a whole bunch of books I wanted. Figures, eh? I narrowed it down, bummed a buck from Mums, and found that I had an extra two bucks in my pocket. That meant I could run back and grab the Final Friends book I was positive I didn't own. I checked this morning and it turns out I didn't have the other one either, so I'll have to go back when I can scrounge up another three bucks in cash.
There are few things that make me happier than new books. Now if only they'd get the MH book on the shelf at the library, I could read it and see if my head exploded. (Figures they had every other Lisi Harrison book but the MH book yesterday at the BE.)
Anyway, braved two stores looking for the ingredients at a decent price. It's weird how they still remember me at one store for all the shopping I did while Mums was in the hospital, but I suppose it makes sense. Had a bit of a chat with the woman who used to ring me up most of the time back then. Had some wine, took a nap (or tried. It didn't work out so well) before dinner, woke up a little later than I intended and then couldn't get moving properly because my brain was all "you still have a headache. Go back to bed." and tummy countered with, "No. I will not be denied this time. You promised other people, too." So. Went downstairs where the Widget backsassed me. :(
I made my food and cleaned 80% of the dishes as I went. Granted, I left the hardest dishes but still. It's better than usual/some people. Anyway, while I waited I began to worry that I would hate the end result. I needn't have worried. SO. Good. And even better as leftovers. :D
Also managed to go to Book Exchange so I could make my offering to the kitty. Naturally, since I only had ten bucks, I found a whole bunch of books I wanted. Figures, eh? I narrowed it down, bummed a buck from Mums, and found that I had an extra two bucks in my pocket. That meant I could run back and grab the Final Friends book I was positive I didn't own. I checked this morning and it turns out I didn't have the other one either, so I'll have to go back when I can scrounge up another three bucks in cash.
There are few things that make me happier than new books. Now if only they'd get the MH book on the shelf at the library, I could read it and see if my head exploded. (Figures they had every other Lisi Harrison book but the MH book yesterday at the BE.)