Hey, I survived a weekend of pursuing my weirdly punishing hobby! As part of my energy-hoarding efforts, I had the girls whip up some Two-Potato Vindaloo for me. (They used Plenty, because LIBRARIES, but I am coming to realize that pretty much every recipe in there is from Ottolenghi's column in The Guardian.)
|The puppy was only supervising. It's a vegetarian book, you guys, come on.|
|"Potatoes on top of rice" was the starchiest thing I could imagine. Next time I race I will probably try to make this into a sandwich somehow.|
I'm pretty sure my success* on Sunday was due to the Blerch on my back.
|*Extremely relative term.|
You would think that after such an outpouring of effort I would dive face-first into a pile of burgers and pizza, but that would be so predictable.
|In my defense, there were also about two gallons of queso. I'm actually not too confident in my defense strategy.|
Anyway, Holly and A'Dell conspired to make me spend a bunch of money on a Clarisonic (I am powerless in the face of a Pretty Woman GIF), so now I have to go try and get Ivy's Etsy shop off the ground so we can recoup some of that.