Monday, October 17, 2005
No Rest for the Wicked
It seems that, the older I get, the faster time flies, yet I must try to cram more and more into less and less time.
This weekend started peacefully enough -- we enjoyed a peaceful Shabbat dinner together: Yakitori (chicken maninated in rice vinegar and garlic, then grilled and brushed with a wonderful yakitori sauce I bought at Mitsuwa with my nephew, Sean, and his partner, Lilly) served with brown rice and cabbage stir-fried with green onion, garlic, and hot peppers. Desert was individual sweet kugels. After dinner we sat in the living room and listened to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on the iPod. I continued work on the Gryffindor scarf I am knitting for Myfanwe.
Saturday morning I took the Element in to have a tire repaired. Or so I thought. Turns out the tire with the slow leak had an irreperable puncture and, because of my own stupidity, the it's companinon on the rear axel also needed to be replaced because I drove on it with a low tire. Crap.
After the tire shop, I stopped in Chinatown and picked up some of my favorite smoked chicken livers from BBQ King, as well as some smoked chicken leg quarters. I love the livers -- they are velvety, smoky, sweet.
I returned home and, after lunch and a bit of knitting, took Myfanwe to work and Norbert and I went to see Wallace & Gromit. Afterwards, the three of us ran to Target. Then home. Dinner was udon in broth with scallions, shredded cabbage and shredded smoked chicken. I was going to garnish by crisping the skin from the chicken and then shredding it. I put the skin under the broiler, but then forgot about it until it was nothing but carbon, so that didn't happen.
Sunday morning Myfanwe & I brought all of the pieces of the sukkah out of the basement, and at 11:oo Lil' Myfanwe (a.k.a. Wetzelwoman) arrived with her power tools and helped up put it up. Nothing was very strenuous, but my back is killing me today. After Wetzelwoman left, Myfanwe, Norbert & I ran up to Trader Joes on the North side for our favorite coffee, which they didn't have, and other various and sundry edibles. Then back home for dinner -- leftovers -- and knitting during The West Wing.
I imagine Myfanwe will be inconsolable when it sinks in that Toby was the leak and will have to leave the West Wing.