Man, what a great weekend. We somehow accidentally ended up with no plans. Not that we don't love going out, seeing friends, visiting family (we do love it, which is why we always find ourselves booked), but our often full schedule makes these rare weekends feel like a luxurious treat. And we made the most of this one.
Got home from work Friday night and immediately got started prepping to paint the bathroom ceiling and the rebuilt closet. Went way better than expected, and we were putting primer on the walls by 7PM. By 9, primer coat was done, leaving the rest of the evening for...whatever.
Slept in a little on Saturday (well, stayed in bed, not so much sleeping), quick home depot run for paint, and by 3PM had the day's painting done. That left just some touch up in the bathroom to be done Sunday. On top of that, we began what will hopefully end up being a total reorganization of the house, beginning with the bedroom and the garage.
Through it all, we'd been watching Top Chef. We missed the season, but spotted the marathon that was airing Wednesday before the finale*, so we had the whole season queued up on TiVo. We'd work for a while, take a break to watch a couple episodes, work some more.
Feeling like we needed to reward ourselves for a job well done, and craving some top notch dining after the Top Chef glut, we treated ourselves to dinner at
Marché Moderne. Definitely one of the finer meals of our lives. This is going to sound weird, but the standout dish, among the several astonishingly good things we ate, was the coriander pickled carrots. That's right, pickled carrots. True cullinary genius can be found in the simplest of dishes. And that is in no way meant to denegrate the rest of the meal.
Living the good life.
* Regarding Top Chef - so glad Stephan lost. He seems like a good chef, but what a prick! I wish Carla had said no to Casey's suggestions. F*ck Casey for talknig Carla into doing stuff she wasn't comfortable with, but Carla, what were you thinking? I thought you'd figured out to screw the pressure to overreach and just do what you do well! A shame. But I'm okay with Hosea winning. And now I want to go to Moorpark and try Cafe Firenze.