Friday—My weekend began Friday morning. The little boys are back from SD where they were visiting Grandpa and Grandma so I happily spent the day with them, undoing the damage, as they finished spring break. We had breakfast at the Grandview Grille because Mommy was in serious need of eggs with runny yolks and toasted English muffins (I know, neither healthy nor difficult to make at home). Mostly I wanted to get out of the house. A trip to Target yielded a spring wardrobe for each boy—short-sleeved shirts for the big one, who has outgrown every shirt he was able to wear last fall, and jeans for the little one, who has not grown much but has blown holes through the knees of almost every pair of his pants. Also, since Mommy is totally indulgent—and because I love them—the boys each picked out an Ironman action figure. They see Tony Stark, I see Robert Downey, Jr. and I love Robert Downey, Jr. Then a trip to the video store and to the grocery store for, among other things, popping corn so as to keep boys busy while Mommy surfed the web for the remainder of the afternoon. Kind of pathetic, I know, but the path of least resistance works best for me right now. John and I watched the season premier of Battlestar Galactica, which was the fastest hour of the entire week. I think it's criminal that this is the final season for some of the smartest, most exciting TV.
Saturday—We squandered the most gorgeous day of the year, so far, by running errands that keep us indoors. I hate when that happens. Friends Scott and Renee and their boys came to dinner. To celebrate the approach of spring-like weather, I made a clam roast with fennel, potatoes, kielbasa, and clams, which we served with a chilled, crisp rose—our first of the warmer-weather season. Because Scott and Renee are thoughtful guests, they arrived bearing Izzy’s ice cream—Norwegian Chai and yogurt. Not frozen yogurt. Yogurt ice cream, and it was very, very good. I think the sweet and tangy would play nice with booze-macerated fruit or with warm chocolate brownies. After we put the little boys to bed, John and I conked out watching an episode of Dexter, my new favorite show.
Sunday—John and I took the boys to Bruegger’s for bagels, then we schlepped to REI in Bloomington to look at gear and spend our dividend (rain jackets for the John and the boys). We’re so ready for hiking, rain or shine. It poured rain all day, so I spent the afternoon tinkering over dinner—osso bucco, which you can read about here. After we put the little boys to bed, John ran to Lund’s for chocolate because he loves me so much. Then we watched more Dexter. Isn’t TV on DVD the very best thing ever?
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