This may have been the best weekend I have had in years. Omar and I looked at each other Saturday morning and realized we had nothing on the schedule. NOTHING. This simply never happens. There is always a beer thing or a nice 8hrs of ER, or a cabin trip, or a this or a that.
Max had skiing, but that was it.
It was so completely lovely. Omar and I decided it was time to cook ourselves silly. Yesterday's concoctions included:
- Turkey noodle soup
- Brisket Chili
- Prep for my favorite breakfast Sunday, Chiliquiles.
- Chicken Marsala with Orzo
- Braised Broccoli Rabe
- Flourless chocolate cake with Molten lava top
As we cooked, fluffy snow started to fall and the kids piled outside to sled in the back yard. We put a fire in the fire place and got the tunes pumping. We then fed the final 3 items on that food list to our dear friends who have unfortunately been dealing with TWO broken wrists from one snowboarding fall. That's right, BOTH of the wrists.
We are not above Surly through a straw.
Today, we pretty much beached ourselves with the kids and watched the Vikings get one stop closer to a high draft pick. Sometimes, life is just awesome.
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