Not much to report today on the ttc front, and so I thought I'd share some photosof my culinary undertakings this weekend on the occasion of our welcome-home party. Which we hosted ourselves, because, hey, we're back! And we throw a good party.
Looove those colors. Next up, fresh figs with rosemary goat cheese. I got me a piping bag to be all fancy-like, and because the last time I made these, they were tasty, but all kindsa ugly.
And, finally, one of two blueberry-rhubarb crisps with pistachio topping. This was my first time cooking with rhubarb, and likely not the last. Also gorgeous colors once we busted it open.
N was in charge of the protein, as he generally is. He made pulled pork (plus cole slaw) and ribs, which combined for tremendous porky deliciousness. We make a pretty good pair, he and I.
Actually, I do have something to report. We got an appointment with Dr. L, our RE, for the 25th. It's a little bit odd, timing-wise, because we won't know at that point (unless my cycle cruelly shortens itself to 24 days) whether or not we've conceived this month. Also, my insurance for my new job doesn't kick in until September 1. So why on earth, you ask, are we going to see him, uninsured, before we know where the "here" is from which we're trying to figure out where to go? Followed by the obvious corollary: what kind of extraterrestrial non-English-speaker constructed the end of that last sentence? The problem is that, once I start my new job (and am therefore insured), it's going to be tricky to find time to see him. He works when I work, except I work an hourish away. Oy. Bridge crossed when we come to it, but the point is, yes, something to report after all. Or a pre-something.
Actually, I do have something to report. We got an appointment with Dr. L, our RE, for the 25th. It's a little bit odd, timing-wise, because we won't know at that point (unless my cycle cruelly shortens itself to 24 days) whether or not we've conceived this month. Also, my insurance for my new job doesn't kick in until September 1. So why on earth, you ask, are we going to see him, uninsured, before we know where the "here" is from which we're trying to figure out where to go? Followed by the obvious corollary: what kind of extraterrestrial non-English-speaker constructed the end of that last sentence? The problem is that, once I start my new job (and am therefore insured), it's going to be tricky to find time to see him. He works when I work, except I work an hourish away. Oy. Bridge crossed when we come to it, but the point is, yes, something to report after all. Or a pre-something.
No comments:
Post a Comment