I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them

I'm on a pretty big cooking kick right now, and I think it has something to do with the fact that I have about $15 to last me two weeks and if I forget to bring a lunch to work I'm gonna be pretty much screwed. But I do have all these groceries, so. Last night I made the "spinach braid" thing out of my off-the-shelf cookbook, which involved spinach and tuna and ricotta cheese and parmesan and provolone wrapped up in prepackaged crescent roll dough. Today I made "Sopa de aguacate poblano y elote" for dinner and I'm thinking about maybe making some goulash to stick in the freezer and possibly even the beer and black bean soup that came out of the same book as the spinach braid. I bought some pretty awful beer I gotta get rid of somehow. It's Blue Moon, so I thought I'd like it, but it's the special Spring brew so instead of the usual orange-and-orange-peel they used lime-and-lime-leaf. It really just tastes like they strained beer through a pile of wet leaves and farted lime at the bottle a little. Pretty bad. But I don't know, maybe if I can sneak it away in soup and fish and whatnot it won't be so awful. I hope.

Laura came over a couple hours ago and recounted the events of her day while I made my soup, and then talked me into walking to Target with her on the grounds that it was a beautiful day out. She was right. Unfortunately I wore the wrong shoes and am now sporting blisters the size of golf balls. Brilliant. But it was so pleasant outside I really couldn't mind too much.

So, what's it gonna be now, taking a bath or making more food? Or both?

Ah, days off.