Monday night, as I drifted off to sleep, I had all intentions of getting up and going for a run Tuesday morning.
And then, Tuesday morning, I hit snooze about 4 times.
I can’t get the hang of these morning workouts :(. However, when my work schedule gets busy, I must try and rely on them. Therefore, I still forced myself out of bed after that 4th snooze and managed to fit in a 30 minute OnDemand yoga video. Better than nothing.
Breakfast was an Arnold’s sandwich thin with PB, bananas, and berries. Eaten in the car. Classy.
After arriving at work, I realized something was kind of off with my stomach. Ick. I sipped some ginger tea. Later in the morning I had a Clif Z-bar.
9/15 is a huge deadline in the tax accounting world. Most corporations and some individuals extend their tax returns – therefore, they end up being due in the fall, not the spring. I am sure you are glad I informed you of that!
I managed to eat a small portion of leftover pasta for lunch but still wasn’t feeling great. I sipped water throughout the afternoon and nibbled on a carrot cake Clif bar.
I finally started to feel better, finished up some small work stuff (truth be told, if you were really still working on returns late in the afternoon on the 15th, you are probably screwed), and zipped out of town around 6:15PM. Although I knew the Pens were playing a preseason game, the amount of jerseys swarming the stadium took me by surprise. Hockey already?
The Boy is in town this week. Therefore, this meant an adventurous dinner for a Tuesday night. The meal was driven by some harissa ( a North African red sauce or paste made from chili peppers) and random plantains The Boy and I picked up over the weekend.
On the menu:
Harissa marinated steak
Coconut rice (used this recipe)
Plantains two ways – pan fried and grilled
The verdict: The harissa gave the meat a nice moderate/mild kick. I would like to try the harissa on some other proteins or maybe even on a pizza – I think it may have have some tomato in it too. The coconut rice was tasty – nothing out of this world, but a nice compliment to the spicy meat and plantains. The sweet plantains were interesting. I fried half the plantains in some olive oil while The Boy grilled the other half. I actually preferred the grilled ones. The Boy and I vacationed in Puerto Rico last year and I loved the deeply caramelized sweet plantains served with so many dishes. I expected the fried ones to taste similar but they did not. Do the Puerto Ricans cook them in butter? Do they cook them longer? I don’t know.
The Boy and I ate outside and lingered in the cool summer/fall air, sipping on a bottle of Zin.
The day surely ended better than it started. Not a bad Tuesday at all.