Monday, February 10, 2014

After an emotional week of early mornings and late nights, I headed home from the office on Friday utterly overwhelmed, having said goodbye to colleagues I admire and adore. Luckily there was a bottle of bubbly, a pile of macarons and dear friends to share an Indian feast with, and by the time dinner was over, my heart felt a whole lot lighter.

John and I both slept in on Saturday morning, and were delighted to find that it was still pouring rain outside. Storms are actually pretty rare in San Francisco, and we love to take advantage of the inclement weather to stay under the covers and hide from the world a bit. After a breakfast of poached eggs, buttered toast and roasted potatoes, John picked up his guitar while I picked up my laptop, and we worked in companionable silence until mid-afternoon. We decided to brave the great outdoors to run a few pressing errands and pick up provisions, then curled up with honeycrisp apples and Irish cheddar for an episode of Law & Order: SVU. I set to cooking up a spicy corn chowder while John worked on a few new pieces, and over a warm supper, we shared one of our last bottles of wintry Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale. The rain kept falling as we cozied up with The West Wing, and we were both asleep before the clock struck 10. 

John was up early making breakfast on Sunday morning, and we sat down to breakfast tacos and The Sunday New York Times over steaming cups of coffee and tea. I was inspired to do some housekeeping (something that completely falls off my radar whenever I'm stressed) while John serenaded me with Catalan folk songs, and soon we pulled out our rain coats and ran to the nearest laundry mat–announcing our dislike for the city and our yearning for a washer-dryer like two born and bred suburbanites. After some folding and plenty of wedding inspiration, I let Mary Helen Bowers abuse me for a bit before John and I got started on supper–saffron risotto with roasted butternut squash. It was perfect for a cold, wet Sunday night, and even better with a glass of Pinot Blanc. We did a little extra cleaning before cuddling up on the couch with The West Wing and making it an early night–I start a new job this morning, so wish me luck!

Tell me, what were you up to this weekend? Cooking up a few favorite recipes, or watching a little Olympic figure skating, perhaps?


  1. Good Luck Lena, You will be loved, don't worry. Another notch in the coat of life...

  2. good luck on your first day!!! :) :) xo jillian - cornflake dreams

  3. Oh your weekends always make my mouth water with all of your amazing food. So exciting, congrats on the new job and good luck on your first day!!

  4. What a perfectly sweet bouquet. And what an utterly divine weekend. That storm brought some much needed snow to the Sierra. I love that you were drinking a Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale. It seems perfectly apropos!

    And yes, the olympic figure skating has been superb. We also caught the women's snowboard slope style, mens and women's biathlon, mens moguls and (my favorite) women's curling. We are totally addicted to the Olympics!

  5. Best of luck with the new job; here's hoping your first day was a fantastic one!

  6. Good luck, good luck, good luck! WILL be emailing you ASAP. I am the worst, I know. xoxo

  7. Congrats on the new job!

    I thought of you on Friday because Bob and I went to an Indian restaurant. It was his first time trying it. He loved it!



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