The day started with a shared bagel and leftover veggie smoothie. Computer time then fitness time, followed by veggie tacos. The rest is a pleasant blur.
For dinner? Soup!
2-3 leeks, the white parts, rinsed and chopped
1 qt. vegetable broth
2 heads of broccoli, rinsed and chopped
1 tbs. Italian herbs (thyme, oregano, etc.)
Cut up the leeks and saute them on medium heat in a large skillet or pot. Use a bit of water or veggie broth to keep them from sticking to the pan. Cook ’em for 10 minutes. Add herbs and cook for 1 extra minute.
Add the chopped broccoli, broth. Bring to boil then reduce to medium heat. Cover and cook for 10 minutes until broccoli is tender.
Add pepper and salt to taste.
Serve with toasted, buttered bread because that’s the best.
You were proud of me today for getting the jump on job prospects, and also for my homemade tomato sauce which was “better than yours” (thanks, Joy of Cooking). The best part of the day was relaxing into the weekend with you.
The morning started slow, the early afternoon was a downer, but the end of the was sunshine.
The first hundred days ended in love letters instead of data?
We woke up on the twin bed, warm in the cold front room. The night before ended in last minute arrangements and exhaustion, but most importantly – it ended in family time.
Our slow morning was so much like the night before. You decided to join me on my “trip to Coventry”, and I love those moments because it’s so much like getting to take home with me. You insisted on driving despite my feeble offers. Let the debate rage on…
Thank you for encouraging my professional life forward, even if you had to stimulate my competitive side.
Being home with Mom and Mitch comforted me. I feel, with hopes stacked tidy, that you and I have so much to look forward to in the years ahead.
I headed to Brooklyn on a sticker mission for work.
You came home early with lymph-nodes exploding.
I made vegetable broth, and nursing maneuvers.
Pleasure reading, letting you sleep, and easing into the Thanksgiving break.
Get-Well Veggie Broth
Water brought to a boil. All the leftover veggies in your fridge and on your bar top: 1 whole (medium) onion, mushroom stems and (3) mushroom caps, carrots, celery greens, herbs (nothing spicy for the sick boy). A dab of butter. Dash of salt? What else?
Bring to boil, then let simmer for 60-90 minutes.
The Joy of Cooking says you can put your whole onion in the broth without peeling or cutting it. This adds to the broth color (allegedly).
Broth seemed to the satisfaction of the sick boy, and after a long sleep, he seemed better.
Taking a break from the husbometer has had a negative effect on my eagerness to blog. Data-tracking used to be a quick entry point for reflection on the day and on my marriage. Despite viable criticisms from people whose opinions I respect, I believe I will return to it at the 2/3 mark. One hundred days is not really so many.
Maybe there are better, healthier forms of relationship assessment? Really, I just started “The First 100 Days (of Marriage)” blogging project for fun. It never felt like anything but that… until people started having opinions.
Areas of our relationship that our working well for me? All the cuddles, the future planning, the small excitements and happinesses. Having a cheerleader and a frank critic all wrapped up in one smart human. Who gives me so much love, and sprinkles in surprising historical references.
Scrolling through the rest of the questions, I feel like I have so much to be grateful for —
Today featured an opportunity to see Broadway Under the Stars with Ashley and her family, who were visiting. The event featured performances from the stars of Broadway’s Beautiful, Head Over Heels, The Band Visit, Ruben and Clay Christmas Show.
Sometimes I get surprised by the realization that I’m living in New York City and this kind of talent is always in my backyard.
It was also great to see Ashley. We book-swapped again and now I’m on to reading Anne of the Island. Reading through the whole Green Gables series has been such food for my soul. While walking to Columbus Circle I saw someone who looked just like Anne, and she was wearing a Nova Scotia sweatshirt!! Coincidence?!
Picked up some after-show croissants near Lincoln Center and headed home. Going out is fun… coming home to hubby is better.