This weekend felt like it went by in the blink of an eye, didn’t it? And as usual, I didn’t catch up on the sleep I needed so we begin another week beyond tired but happy and content.
I have been alternating lazy, slow weekends with crazy busy weekends and this weekend happened to be one of those crazies. Friday night Nicole and I went out to the old town of Louisville to meet up with my friend Donna for a street fair. It’s always fun to get out of town and the old town of Louisville is a gem. Most people think of Louisville as pure suburbia with strip malls and standardized box houses. I certainly did but two years ago I was introduced to the old section of town complete with cute restaurants, old homes and loads of charm. It’s been rated as one of the best small towns, in fact, and apparently this little street fair is quite popular. Let’s just say that some of my NYC Tourist Rage came out. (People need to learn how to walk!)
Nicole and I finished the night watching the Olympics with glasses of wine on my sofa. That’s exactly how I like to spend my Fridays; it was an added bonus that there were attractive, half naked men on my TV screen.
Saturday was devoted to accomplishing things and running errands. Erin posted a recipe for Key Lime Pie, my absolute favorite summer dessert, on Delightfully Southern during the week and I decided this was going to be my challenge for the weekend. I’ve only ever made the boxed variety–you know, the neon green stuff that is not found in nature, ever? So making a key lime pie completely from scratch was a little daunting. I even made the graham cracker crust and the whipped cream from scratch. I’m always nervous with new recipes that I haven’t even taste tested that I will end up killing my guinea pigs (in this case, my friends at my BBQ). Yet, once again, I managed to pull off a baking feat and make a really delicious pie! This is only my third pie I’ve ever made (and pumpkin pies do not count. Those are far too easy to ever count) and I’m discovering that I quite enjoy them!
Post-baking of the pie, I decided to pickle the twelve jalapenos that have been collecting dust on my counter. All jalapenos should come with a warning, maybe even a verbal, yelled warning, saying “ASHLEY! DO NOT HANDLE ME WITHOUT GLOVES!” It’s been three days and I am STILL sweating out jalapeno juice from Saturday evening’s molestation of the jalapenos. I not only had to cut them but I had to de-gut them using what else? My fingers! I tried every remedy that I could find online–lemon juice, milk, olive oil that a fellow Tweet-er told me to do. NOTHING worked. I got the juice up my nose which also coincided with Michael Phelps’ last race. Basically, I was crying because I was in so much pain and it looked like I was inconsolable that I wasn’t going to see Phelps at any more Olympics. Which is true, it’s quite sad but I wasn’t going to go as far as cry over it.
Then I got jalapeno juice in my eye. DO NOT EVER DO THAT. Actually, I don’t know which is worse–eye or nose. Both caused a lot of tears and yelling at my pickled jalapenos in their jars. Clearly, they should have warned me this would happen. I GREW THEM FROM BABY PEPPERS. Is that how they treat their mother? APPARENTLY.
Sunday morning Liz and I got up early and went for a nice long hike in South Boulder before brunch. We were dedicated! Brunch was, of course, delicious. I then ran all over Boulder gathering last minute things for my BBQ. The BBQ was a lot of fun and while I shouldn’t complain because the small group that gathered was enjoyable and I’m glad they came, I do not understand why people RSVP yes if they do not intend on coming. If you can’t make it, let me know! It’s not that hard. I could rant about this for a while but I won’t. The BBQ was a lot of fun, we maybe got 6 more pieces down on the world’s hardest puzzle residing on my dining room table and drank lots of mojitos with mint from my garden.
The weekend was a success and was capped off with more olympics and reading Just Kids by Patti Smith on my new Kindle that I found at my library! Speaking of Kindles, you may have seen on Twitter, Instagram or Facebook (or all three) that I am getting the Kindle back that I left on the plane!!! It’s been over 6 weeks but on Thursday I got an email from United stating that they had my Kindle and were going to FedEx it to me. It should be here tomorrow. I’m so excited to get it back!
Now I’m off to face my Monday which has proven to be a bit of a challenge. Over the weekend my computer crashed on me and refused to turn back on. After a trip to the Apple store, it revived itself but I’m now worried it’s going to die on me any minute. Then this morning I turn on my car and discover that my power steering had died. I was way too tired to deal with that but luckily after a few turning-off and turning back ons, I was able to get the power steering back. Looks like my car will be making ANOTHER trip to the mechanics, only this time I’m saying goodbye to the dealership and their expensive bills and going for a more local mechanic shop that was recommended to me.
I hope everyone had a great weekend! What’d you do?
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