FunkyPlaid and I stayed up very late to watch the Niners game. Actually, I was up already, finishing an assignment a whole day early -- crazy, I know, but I just wanted it to be done already -- and wandered in front of the TV for the last quarter.
The best part of the game was the chatter, and I don't mean from the Sky Sports commentators.
Full samovar of tea and the 49ers coming right up. If you'd like to virtually scream over Gchat with me, hit me up on funky plaid@geemale.— FunkyPlaid (@FunkyPlaid) January 22, 2012
When technology makes the world a little smaller, I fall in love with both all over again.
Day two of light therapy treatment went much better. I dropped the level down to 25% and felt pretty good. No naps today, either. And no crying. Those statements make me sound much more pathetic than I feel.
Tonight I tried a new recipe, pesto polenta lasagne. (Thanks for the suggestion, Trinkers.)
Purty, right? It tasted … okay. But I can't blame the recipe. I made a number of rookie mistakes. I didn't find pre-cooked polenta so I made it from a box and it was not great. The jar of gluten-free pesto I picked up was similarly not-great. Also, I mistook the amount of marinara sauce I needed, and that marinara sauce was also not-great. Next time I will try it with my own marinara and pesto and proper polenta. And maybe a glass of wine, so the mistakes don't matter so much.
Food, I love you so much that you get your own category.