Sometimes food equating to love isn’t a bad thing

Kate had a really shitty day at work today, so by the time she came home, I’d made pan-seared chicken breasts stuffed with chives and chevre then deglazed the pan with stock and lemonjuice and a beaten egg to make a sauce. Also earlier in the day I’d roasted several onions and some red and orange peppers and made a little roast vegetable salad with oil and balsamic. Then she was really late coming home so I made raspberry lemon buttermilk muffins, which always make me think of John Romkey, since he was the one who turned me onto buttermilk muffins. Met her at the door with a bottle of Riesling and then we watched ER. (Parminder Nagra totally kicks ass.) The day seemed somewhat redeemed after that.

Started the day, though, finally putting some organization into my office. Well, okay, I lie, I put some shelves up and moved the boxes from the floor to the shelves. Amazing how good having some floor space feels. Had two Joe-Buttcrack roofers applying foul smelling roofing compound right outside my window, but other than that, a beautiful sunny day. Working from home starting to feel really good, easier to concentrate, easier to get things Done.