I had a lovely and relaxing Saturday made all the more lovely by the fact that it may be the last of its kind for quite a while. I love waking up and having no particular place to go. The weather wasn’t ideal for the previously contemplated trip to the beach, so we stayed in Taichung City and had a quiet night in with a friend.
After a late lunch at the diner, we walked to the used bookstore. I was so jealous. I’m not allowed to buy any more books before we leave. We’ll have quite enough to carry with us as it is. I am, however, excited about the prospect of getting to pick up a few new magazines for the flight. The time passes much more enjoyably when there’s plenty of food porn to gawk at.
I made chunky chicken chili for dinner. This stuff is so good. You won’t believe it. It had a perfect intensity of spiciness, even though I forgot to add the can of diced green chilies. That’s what happens when your recipe is 20 feet away in the next room. I probably could have eaten a gallon of it. I think Geoff and Zach may actually have done so.
After this, I was so tired. But I promised our guest we could make cauldron cakes, so back into the kitchen I went. The recipe I used called for oil instead of butter, and I didn’t think the batter tasted nearly as nice. It was extremely finicky in my tiny oven and the cakes all fell, even though I left them in for nearly 30 minutes. Baking fail. If they taste okay, we’ll decorate them today to look like cauldrons with a simmering green potion inside.
I’ve said it before. I love my quiet life. I have absolutely no desire to go to crazy parties where people get drunk and naked. I’m sure it seems boring to some to stay home and bake on a Saturday night, but I had a completely wonderful day.