The sun’s back in hiding over here, but it was certainly nice while it lasted.
Yesterday, aside from finishing up my book about Catherine the Great (you guys, what a bad ass she was. You need to read about her), seeing The Gangster Squad (which made me want to join a 1940s vigilante band of undercover policeman), and making my house look a little less crazy, I brought home this:
JW admitted that he has concerns that I’m becoming a “chicken person”, but really, I don’t think that’s the case.
Plus, both of my kitchen “chickens” are actually roosters.
So maybe I’m a rooster person.
Next up, Ky met me at Whole Foods, so we could try out a vegetable shepherd’s pie.
I’ll spare you all the gory details, because I’m slated to tell that tale over at Garlic, My Soul later this week, but man, it was a battle to the end.
It was also a delicious dinner, albeit, at 9:00 pm.
I’m not sure why I took this picture of the finished product on top of the dirty stove, but you know, maybe I was feeling artistic.
Or maybe I’d had too many glasses of wine.
This morning I’m skipping yoga so that I can meet up with my favorite three bambini for a pancake breakfast fundraiser.
It’s all about balance, chickens.
And also: pancakes with kiddos.
With that, I’m off to enjoy another day of the weekend. Enjoy this one, chicks!