I'll tell you what, kids, I was really into my domesticity today. I didn't go anywhere, and actually slept pretty late, if you don't count being awakened at 5:30 a.m. by the phone. (mrMimi's job is one of those that requires being on call 24 hours a day every few weeks.)
Usually I avoid being in the kitchen any more than I absolutely have to, but I puttered around all afternoon, cleaning the stove, washing every dish in the house it seemed like, and cooking. I made pasta salad -- well, I call it macaroni salad. The old fashioned kind with chopped pickles, onions, and hard boiled eggs, with a ton of mayo and mustard. This was from before they had all those la-di-dah recipes for pasta salad.
I had some old squishy bananas hanging around so I made banana blueberry muffins. But they were healthy sort of. I snuck in some wheat germ. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Mmmmm... Warm muffins with a little butter. I have all but stopped baking because I don't need all those carbs calling my name, so these were a real treat.
I spent some time doing the hand sewing on the binding of the quilt I made for the daughter of a friend, but honestly? Working with a quilt in your lap in the middle of summer is more efficient than a sauna for getting a good sweat going. mrMimi was complaining that the AC was too cold, and I was ready to pass out from extreme sweating -- a typical evening at la casa de Mimi.
I even ironed. At that point I knew I had reached the limit of my domestic free-for-all. So I took a shower and logged on to SoulCast. Ahhh... much better.
