I started to walk home, thinking I would just hop on the train eventually, but I was having such a lovely walk in the sun that I just walked home via the Manhattan Bridge.
I've never walked over the Manhattan Bridge before, only biked. I got about a quarter of the way and realized my fear of heights was kicking in. I just had to power through. You cant just stop on the bridge. I knew if I even paused and gave in to the fear, I might have a very very long walk off the bridge ahead of me. It was nice to not give in to the feeling.
I got home around one thirty and had a couple of eggs and an apple (which did NOT mix well in my stomach - never again) and tried to take a nap. Later that evening I had a lovely sandwich from the famous Hana Foods in Williamsburg. I didn't really eat enough yesterday.
Today was a cooking day. I wanted to cook enough food for the next few days, so I didn't eat out and spend money, and also so I would eat well.
I made what has become a standard dish of mine - a ground turkey tomato sauce and spaghetti squash. This time, I threw some orange zest in, which actually turned out really well. It added a nice brightness to the sauce. To balance that out, I added some grated romano, which wasn't the exact flavor I was looking for, but was still good.
I take crappy pics. Deal with it. |
Sometimes I even take REALLY crappy pics. You just have to deal with that, too. |
I also roasted up some sunchokes. I don't think I've cooked with them before, which is weird. I look forward to experimenting with them. They have a nice, buttery flavor (could be because I roasted them in lard), but I do kind of wish I had peeled them.
While I cooked, my brother cooked along side of me, starting preparations on a meal he's cooking for a friend later in the week.
His attention to detail is impressive. |
He's wearing the hoodie I got him for Christmas a couple years back, and the Team Kyle tshirt from my birthday extravaganza underneath. |
Have a good night.
PS: I really, really, feel like going for a run but am so, so tired. I feel weirdly emotional, and I think the run would help, but I can barely keep my eyes open. K. Thoughts over.
I really like this post.
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Thanks Natalie.
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