Woke up early enough to eat a proper breakfast before noon yoga. Made matzoh brei, which always feels like a grand treat. Now that I'm biking to and from yoga, I return home seriously starving. Still working my way through the greens, I fried up some bits of bacon (did I mention that I've diced the big chunks of bacon ends I'd bought at Trader Joe's and put them in the freezer--when I remember, I toss them into the little black pan and add to salads or whatever). I also managed to perfectly boil two eggs (they were indeed picture perfect, rich golden yolks--but alas, I was too hungry to remember to snap their picture). It was quite an excellent, if enormous salad.
Shortly after I finished, Lena called. She was thinking of walking over with baby Phoebe. Perfect, said I. I'd been meaning to call her for days--so was delighted for this surprise visit. And, although I've been fairly resolute about emptying my refrigerator, I did have both banana bread and chocolate matzoh
Lena cleaned her plate, Phoebe was perfectly behaved, and I got to both walk them home and ride my bike back.
Later that evening, I made myself another smaller salad, as well as another round of mashed potatoes and chicken hash.
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