Last night, my wife suggested I make arroz con pollo for dinner, which I did. It turned out well and made a nice meal. But I would have been happy if she had made the same dish she made the night before: it was a recipe she concocted on the fly, using small chunks of chicken which she had browned and added to a mixture of extra hot Rotel tomatoes, zuccini, yellow squash, cauliflower, and miscellaneous spices. It was superb. I told her she should write the recipe down before she forgets what is in it.
I spent most of last evening listening to CNN...being a vegetable in front of the television. I sometimes have an insatiable appetite for news as entertainment, and listening to Larry King live, Paula Zahn, and Anderson Cooper fills it. Then, I get real news from NPR and BBC and other outlets in which I have far more confidence. And I read, online, newspapers from around and about.
Day before yesterday, my Australian employee brought ANZAC cookies to the office. ANZAC cookies are the tradition on ANZAC day in Australia. ANZAC Day is held each April 25 to honor the Australians and New Zealanders killed in war and to honor returned service men and service women. It's much like a combination of Memorial Day and Vetrans Day in the U.S. Anyway, one of the traditions is to make ANZAC cookies, which my staffer did. She explained that they just don't taste quite the way she is used to, because she could not get her hands on treacle or golden honey, which I understand is similar in many respects to molasses, but not as sweet...she describes it as having a sweet, bitter flavor. They were good, nonetheless.
My most recently hired and almost immediately departed employee communicated with me via email today, saying she is going to take longer to be with her family after her grandfather's death than she expected, so she resigned. My wife sent her a message, asking exactly how long she planned to be away...saying we might hold the position, but we wanted to know whether she really wanted the job. We'll see how she responds.
Tomorrow night, we will attend an annual social event for association executives in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. It will be an all-evening festival of food and drink, ending about 10:30 pm. We're staying the night at the Adolphus Hotel, which has offered the group $79 rates for the night...which is, despite being a bunch of money, very inexpensive, especially for that hotel. And it assures us that we will not need to worry about whether either of us has too much to drink to drive safely.
Saturday, I have to get back into the yard to clean things up. Unless someone drops by tomorrow, unannounced and uninvited, and decides to do an enormously good deed. I am not expecting this to happen.
Today, my wife took our two remaining administrative employees out for a very nice lunch at an upscale restaurant in Addison, Truluck's. I stayed behind to answer the phones. They enjoyed their salmon.
After work today, on the way home, my wife allowed that she was in the mood for a margarita, preferably at an alfresco spot. We went to a Mexican restaurant that is far afield from our house because it has a very large outdoor bar area, covered with corregated metal (with clear corrugated plastic panels intermittenly spaced between the metal panels). The place is next to a creek; the bar is behind the restaurant, away from the street. We each had a margarita on the rocks and we ordered an appetizer, beef fajita nachos. Excellent way to end a workday!
I've documented most of the remotely interesting elements of my life over the last few days. More blogging, with more substance, to come in the weeks ahead.
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