Very quiet day. Sam and Madison back in Cambridge.
Noon yoga class dictates a bizarre eating schedule. Coffee and a piece of toast has to tide me over till mid-afternoon. I manage lunch somewhere between two and three. Maybe that's not so bizarre. Theoretically, it might make it possible to have the most minimal of dinners--creating the ideal meal structure--of large mid-day luncheon followed by a light supper. I might manage this sometimes, but hard to know what the norm is around here.
In any case, still reaping the rewards of a bursting fridge, I made a quick, modest lunch of a cheese quesadilla with the left-over rajas, black beans and salad.
I return starving from yoga, but miraculously, I don't have to eat that much to be completely satisfied.
Late afternoon, Lisa and I went for a walk. Earlier in the week, they'd made a pork and hominy stew with collard greens. Gar claimed it was the first recipe he'd ever cooked from a newspaper. He was so excited upon reading it, he'd dashed out to Whole Foods for the right kind of hominy. It was a grand success. I was delighted to work my way through someone else's left-overs and had brought my left-over key lime pie and whipped cream for a quite perfect and appropriate dessert.
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