Nothing very exciting on the dinner front lately, although Monday night's meal was probably a little too feisty to be Lent-appropriate.
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Red foods disturb the balance of the humors. Too sanguine. Everyone knows this. |
Mustard-glazed carrot soup from my
Mark Bittman cookbook, homemade whole wheat bread with goat cheese, roasted red peppers, and the pickled greens that were not as
disastrously canned as I feared. After all that color and flavor, I figured I should bring it back down a notch for last night's dinner just to be safe. Accomplished!
Spaghetti squash with roasted Brussels sprouts and chickpeas.
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I've never met a vegan recipe that I didn't want to put cheese on top of. |
Meanwhile, Anna and I are keeping up our usual pace of vigorous physical exercise...
...and probing scientific inquiry.
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The inquiry here is "How many times in a row can I bounce this balloon against my forehead?" and the hypothesis is "One million." |