Weekend Wonderland

OMG how much am i loving this cold snap? it's been, like, 50 degrees here all weekend! The trees are shedding leaves like crazy, people are stoking their fireplaces; it's fabulous, i tell you! great weather to cuddle with The Huz under the blankets, pre-dawn.

i'll readily admit, this was not an eventful weekend, but it was pretty fun nonetheless.

Friday night we watched a terribly fascinating documentary on Jim Jones and a few episodes of the Closer, ordered a pizza from a local joint that Chef Stephen approves of and opened a fantastic bottle of wine we got from Woot. the puppy snoozed between us, rapturously.

Saturday we took the car to be serviced and hit the Gap on the way home; originally i was looking for a denim jacket to replace the one i've been wearing forever, but walked out with black corduroys, which i haven't worn since i'm, seven, and the most gorgeous silk/cotton v-neck sweater in a shade of purple that can only be described as Grimace, with a pale pink button down to go underneath. none of this is sigificant in any way except for the fact that, upon leaving the dresssing room, i felt thinner and more fabulous than i have in almost a year! there are no numbers to back up the feeling, but who cares! right? afterward we went home and just chilled; Stephen studying and doing homework while i made serious headway in a castle in Zelda. the puppy spent equal time on both of our laps, jumping from chair to couch, whenever the mood hit him.

Sunday, i got back to my roots and, to stephen's utter delight*, put up a pot of gravy** with meatballs. it's amazing how long it's been since i made meatballs; i had to call my mom for the "recipe", but they turned out absolutely fantastic. while the gravy simmered, i knocked out some more Zelda and stephen made some italian bread, for his special Roasted Garlic bread. the result was penne rigati with meatballs that would've made my mom very proud; a good time was had by all!

* i almost never make red sauce when we have macaroni; we ate so much of it, growing up that i only look for it once in a while. stephen, on the other hand, loves red sauce and flips whenever i deign to make it.
**some people call it gravy, some people (red) sauce. in my house, growing up, the minute a meatball or sausage or a braciole hit a pot of tomato sauce, it instantly became gravy and it's the subject of much debate between italians and "white folks". i say, call it whatever you want as long as i get a taste on a piece of italian bread, sprinkled with grated cheese...