Campari & Sofa Posts
Do you ever have those days when dinner is the farthest thing from your mind and yet there are expectant mouths? When you would happily resort to Netflix and a bowl of cereal but others are not into breakfast for dinner? I don’t want to give you the impression I cook every night because I don’t. I often leave my family to fend for themselves, and they oblige.
I slept like a log for 9 hours straight. It hadn’t happened in a long time. It’s mostly exhaustion and just thinking about the weekend ahead – all work – I am already tired. But Tuesday will come eventually! I really hope you are doing fun things and enjoying life. Spare a thought for me trapped behind pots and pans!
There are three standard desserts you will find in any pizzeria in Italy: panna cotta, torta della nonna and profiteroles. The reason for their ubiquity is that they are all bought from the mass-producing behemoth – for being factory made, they are actually pretty decent. But because I know they are not handmade, I never order them.
I am known to have a potty mouth that I am not particularly proud of and, sometimes, in social settings, I can utter the most inappropriate pronouncements – although, with age, I have tamed somewhat the relationship between my brain and my mouth. But, in a strange dichotomy, I can be a stickler for etiquette.
I hope you are in the mood for reading. With the heat wave that hit Southern California, anything other than sitting on the sofa, in air-conditioning, with the nose in a book, is pretty much the only option the dogs and I have. Portia ventured out early this morning and was promptly bitten by a coyote – I think they are angry about the heat too, and resenting my dogs’ indoor charmed life. Me, I am just glad I am not in Texas.