Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Guilty Pleasures

Somehow I feel a tinge of guilt when I enjoy myself as much as I have today. Sure, I put in 64 work hours last week, but seriously, following it with three days off then a real weekend? I feel like I'm on vacation.

I woke well before the sun made it over the horizon and after a good while of tossing and turning, hit the road for a sunrise run. The air was so crisp and clear, I felt like I could go on forever. Five miles is as close to forever as I've ever gotten, so I was pretty pleased with my trek. Then I came home to make the aforementioned muffins, which continued to get rave reviews as an after school snack (Me: "Wow, you kids are sure eating a lot of those." Isaac: "Have you tasted them, Mom? They're awesome!")

An hour or so later, I went to the gym for lifting, followed by my favorite first fitness foray, yoga. Aaaaaahhhhh. It was magnificent. I twisted and folded and stretched and arched much to my delight. And from there I enjoyed Korma Sutra with MySpace Steve. I think yoga followed by Indian food is some kind of karmic bonus round. I'd been craving it for weeks so it was the perfect end to a perfect day.

Oh wait. It's only 1:00 p.m.

Then I'll pick up a couple more ingredients for tonight's dinner and head home. I know you're chomping at the bit wondering from which cookbook I chose the menu. Ok, it's not even worth bringing up, but I do think I'll snap up all of the $.46 copies (yes, the $.44 one has apparently sold) and give them as holiday gifts. Salmon in a Vibrant Sauce. Swiss Chard and Sweet Pepper Stir Fry. Chilled Plum Soup with Ginger Syrup. (Darn it, none of the recipes are on the Eating Well website.) As always, I savored my time in the kitchen and was pleasantly surprised at the dinner table when Emily and Isaac loved the salmon, though Audrey didn't. She admitted that she didn't want anymore green food (the marinade had lots of cilantro and jalepenos) because she'd eaten so many spring rolls last night.

And now I'm delighting in a glass of Shiraz. Finally, the perfect end to the perfect day.

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