I made a quick run to our co-op on Monday to buy compost, and I left with two giant bags of compost plus a pound of coffee, a quart of maple syrup, and a chicken. I’m a bit of an impulse shopper (the last picture on this post is a perfect example) and find it nearly impossible to step inside the co-op without buying a container of strawberries and a wedge of some variety of cheese, but I still consider that trip a success (no strawberries, no cheese!). When I got home from work on Tuesday, I immediately prepped the chicken, seasoning any and every surface with some combination of salt, pepper, olive oil, lemon, garlic, and butter. Once it was resting in a big skillet, I surrounded the chicken with a few chopped carrots and potatoes, and about 75 minutes later we had a Sunday dinner on Tuesday.
On Wednesday I had a hot lunch date that involved my roommate and the lobster roll truck. So much more exciting than sitting in the break room eating a salad from home while paging through Facebook and Google Reader.
That night I made a quick peanut sauce, boiled a big handful of soba noodles, and repurposed most of the leftover chicken and the remainder of a bunch of green onions for a peanut noodle dish that went from good to great with a big handful of fresh strawberries.
On Thursday I celebrated two days in a row of not spilling coffee in my purse.* Remember when I pulled this move a few months ago? Well, I did it again. Instead of swearing off transporting coffee in my purse which also holds my iPod, Nook, wallet, cell phone, and, on Tuesday, my passport renewal application, I bought a fancy vacuum-sealing travel mug and continued with my old ways. As I was putting my Nook away in preparation for transferring buses I realized that the strong smell of coffee that I’d been experiencing was not a result of a particularly well brewed pot, but rather it was a result of an imperfectly sealed mug that had ended up horizontal in my purse. I took comfort in the fact that standing in a crowd of people at the bus stop, pulling a wad of damp, brown kleenex out of my purse and pouring coffee onto the sidewalk while testing my mug’s seal (or lack thereof, as it turned out) would probably be the low point of my day, and everything that the universe threw at me from 7:15 on would be bearable, with the possible exception of those people on the bus that think they’re doing everyone a favor by blasting a steady stream of R&B hits on their iPod/phone. They are the second worst variety of bus riders and are only narrowly beat out by those who brush their hair while using public transportation.
Finally, road trip supplies. Coffee not included.
*This comment came back to haunt me a few minutes after writing it when a large glass of water showered my laptop, but it miraculously works again today. TGIW(wasn’t)C(coffee) and TGIF!