Afterglow

Doing nothing suits me absolutely perfectly. Give me good company, Diet Coke and maybe something with heavy cream, and I don’t have to leave my house. My favorite thing in the world is to sit around and chat with friends, and oh, I got to do that for 48 glorious hours this weekend, which was spent with Lawyerish – a LawJonniHer, if you will. Both nights, I stayed up until I could no longer speak in coherent sentences, and even then, I went to bed very reluctantly, and oh, I wish the world were perfect, and we could all live next door to each other, because then I would so totally buy the world a Coke and keep it company, preferably with some sort of fruit-based dessert.

Honestly, y’all, we didn’t do anything at all, and it was delicious. We sat around on our duffs and ate hummus and crackers and drank wine and talked, and I basically gave her the Spanish Inquisition, because it was the longest amount of uninterrupted time we’d ever had, and Jesus, there was SO MUCH to cover, and I know we missed things, and it kills me, just kills me. To sum up: I love her, I honestly love her, and I swear, I’m not just saying that in the overly hyperbolic OMG!! I LUV HER!! sense that is all too common these days. I mean, I actually love her in the very real sense, and I will not be dissuaded from saying so. You can’t stop me.

Speaking of delicious, we made Ree’s peach crisp, and though it was lovely, we did indeed undercook it at first, and it was a little … crisp for all the wrong reasons, but the second time we reheated it, it was perfection, but mostly I have to tell you that it’s all about the maple cream sauce, which is thick, luscious and would go swimmingly on almost anything in this world, and that very likely includes bacon. However, for my part, I would much prefer the crisp to be made with something like apples, which goes better with maple and butter and cinnamon, oh my!

And before she arrived, I must tell you that I made clafoutis, with a recipe adapted from one I pilfered from Smitten Kitchen, who took it from ceres and bacchus, and yea, it was very, very good. I opted to make it with raspberries instead of cherries, so technically it was a flognarde, and not a clafoutis, and, as someone pointed out, a flognarde totally sounds like something I made up or maybe the name of a wizarding race only found in the wilds of ancient Dacia, but I assure you, it is a lush, custard-like dessert with a really wonderful crust of caramelized sugar and floaty berries and hello, did I mention I fell off the wagon this weekend? It’s back to running and pre-packaged lunches tomorrow, because no one should eat a pint of heavy cream in one weekend, but it sure was great while it lasted.

The only fly in the otherwise perfect weekend ointment was that it ended, and this evening, it ended with me stepping in a plastic bag full of rain-soaked dog poop, which promptly exploded all over my flip flop-clad foot. Oh oh, and tomorrow promises to truly suck. But instead of worrying about it, I’m going to relax and remember how lucky I am.

Happy Monday!

*INXS or Vanessa Carlton. I have both, and you know, I always like Vanessa Carlton, with her teeny tiny voice and all.

**PS, I’m working on a Moon Cup entry, for those of you who were asking, I just haven’t been able to broach it entirely delicately yet, plus I was busy flapping my gums this weekend.

13 comments July 29th, 2007