We had some "errands" to run this afternoon. I use "errands" in quotes because they included going to the specialty olive oil and vinegar shop, the specialty spice shop, and the new Trader Joes that just opened near our house. In other words, an afternoon of food porn.
We came home with our bounty and started cooking. My patient, long-suffering husband was excited about using his new grill and I was excited for him. After all, he doesn't ask for much. (Maybe I should rephrase that. He asks for plenty. He just doesn't get much of it.) A steak for him, swordfish for me. Plus corn, bell peppers, and onions. I contributed a salad and potatoes. And no, we didn't eat all of those things. We decided to cook once for the weekend. The grill was a good investment.
We ate dinner outside. Yes, it was hot, but we ate outside for two weeks in Europe in the heat, so we figured we could do it at home. And it was great. We were in the shade and there was a nice breeze. I have long been a fan of traveling as much as you can. Every trip you take changes you in some way. For instance, we have had a fly in the house for two days. Normally I would not rest until the fly had been eradicated. But after a week of living in harmony with the insects in Italy, the fly seemed natural. He wasn't bothering us, so live and let live.
While my foot felt pretty rough all day, it's feeling better tonight. Instead of going from a 4 to a 6, it went from a 6 to a 4. At least I'm keeping things interesting.
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