So, holy crap, life change. I’m working on transitioning successfully to working out of my house, thanks to New Job. I’ve got a few things down, thanks to other friends who have been in similar positions: have a set schedule, wake up and treat it like you’re Going To Work, actually remember to eat, and remember to
sign the hell off when you’re done for the day, and don’t work all evening.
I’m a bit more careful about broadcasting my location these days, but now that I’m – uh, back in Alabama? – I’ll say that I had a good time in Minnesota. I should post some pictures, shouldn’t I? First up, though, a gentle bit of listening pleasure for your Friday. Guster still sounds like Guster, but the images in this video are the real winner.
Saturday lunch is a long-standing favorite of ours. It’s a chance for Jeff and me to talk without the artificial constraint of a lunch hour, or the tiredness that comes after a work day. Most are unmemorable quick outings; today’s will stick in my mind for a while, but not in a good way.
How I managed to forget to document this recipe last year, I do not know, but I did.
This is the bread dip of great evil I break out only once a year: PHE*. When you read over the ingredients, you’ll understand why; our arteries really can’t cope with having this dip with any greater frequency.