Today started with cooking. We were running low on chicken stock in the freezer -- we try to keep plenty on hand both for cooking purposes and also to have handy if someone gets sick -- so Wrenn got a roast chicken last week that was very yummy, and the carcass was used as a base for a new pot of stock. (After all that, it turned out that we have one big tupperware full of the last batch of stock still in the freezer, but that's okay. All three of us use stock for various recipes, so it won't go bad....)
In addition, we're finally at the point where plum tomatoes are starting to be in season, so I bought about eight pounds of San Marzano plum tomatoes in Little Italy yesterday morning, and today am transforming them into sauce, with the added bonus of the oregano, basil, sage, and rosemary in the sauce all coming from our front-porch garden.
As a result, today the apartment has smelled like chicken soup and
tomato sauce, or, as I like to think of it, heaven. The soup is all done and has been packed away into six tupperwares for future use, while the sauce continues to simmer.
In the midst of that, we hied over to the Yellow Submarine to celebrate Fathers Day with the Forebearance, where we dined on yummy ham and watched Argentina beat Bosnia-Herzegovinia 2-1 in World Cup action.
Now we're back home where I have to finish proofreading Sleepy Hollow: Children of the Revolution
. I'll be doing that in the library, sitting in the comfy Yogibo beanbag chair, listening to music on my tablet, the ceiling fan over my head, surrounded by books, and joined by the occasional cat and/or dog). Not a bad way to spend a Sunday night.
Current Mood: content
Current Music: "Another Day" by Sting