Today didn't feel like a Friday, right? I don't know, maybe because we have a busy weekend planned, it felt more Wednesdayish.
Tomorrow morning, Hank has a karate "graduation." Before you send cards and savings bonds, know that these happen every twelve weeks. He is graduating from an orange belt to an "advanced orange" belt. I think that is an orange that is gearing up to be red? Paging Dr. Roy G. Biv. I don't know, but I wonder if when this crop of kids actually achieves something, like graduation from medical school, if they'll be like, yawn, I walked under an arch of swords when I got my yellow belt.
Not that I'm down on cute kids being cute in public. I'm a fan.
Then Laura has a swim meet both Saturday and Sunday afternoons. Matt is taking her to those sessions, and I have a tennis match on Sunday. My partner is Pretty Neighbor's husband. Swinger's Tennis!
Pretty Neighbor and I didn't have time to work out until 7pm tonight. Then we had a beer and were just brimming over with our own virtue. Friday night workout! Above and beyond! Never mind the fact that we just did the first level of our Jillian Ripped DVD and we can talk almost through the whole thing. Whatever, it's Friday and I was sweaty at the end.
I cooked a bunch of food today and one of the things I made was this pesto using Italian parsley instead of basil. Mark Bittman said I could. Well, Hank is my pesto eater around here, but unfortunately his tastes have been formed by the pesto in the plastic tub at the grocery store. So I made this fresh pesto, and I will say, it was weird. Too strong maybe. But I tried serving it to him anyway, mixed with his favorite rotini. It took him about one second to announce that it smelled bad and that usually when things smell bad, they taste bad. I urged him to taste it anyway. He said that yes, it tasted bad. It didn't taste bad really, but it was different from what he was used to and different equals bad. I took it from him, put it back in the pot, and poured a lot of marinara sauce over the whole shebang.
When he tried it again, he said, "Thanks mom, I can hardly taste the badness that it had."
A home cook loves to receive a rave like that.
Amy texted me tonight and told me how much she and Jason are enjoying reading everyone's comments on my last post. Me too.
Oh yeah, did you check out the Obama campaign's playlist? Its composition is a whole nother topic that is being ably analyzed by others, but I will say that ever since it was posted, I have been enjoying AgesandAges on repeat. Great find! They're like a happier Arcade Fire. I want to get six friends and just drive around the country, all singing and shouting into the same microphone. We'll do lots of hand clapping too. Who's with me?
Thanks for joining me for this Friday night chatty chat. Goodness, just so much living, you know?
Have a good weekend, y'all. xo