February 24th, 2008
Busy day of cooking and exercise!
1. Pop some middle-eastern lamb soup into the slow cooker to cook for 8 hours.
2. Walk 2 miles across Lake Minnetonka to find a geocache on Big Island. Beautiful sunny day to be out on the ice.
3. Whip up some (different) soup for lunch, this time Italian. Recipe was definitely a keeper.
4. 1-hour fitness yoga class. Wow! Hard work, and a little chaotic trying to instantly learn what everyone in else in class already seems to know, but fun. And, Jonas came too and enjoyed it! We might make it a Sunday afternoon habit.
5. Enjoy* lamb soup and watch Oscars.
*So...lamb. I've always felt somewhat of an aversion to eating lamb and veal. I know that it doesn't logically make sense -- young or old, an animal must die when I choose to eat meat. The young ones have appealed more to my conscience, though, and I've mostly avoided it (except for kebab in Sweden, which I'm pretty sure is lamb, but somehow it's easier when it's in such an unrecognizable state). Jonas wanted to make this soup today, and I was mentally prepared to eat it. It's unfortunate, then, that the first spoonful I brought to my lips contained a piece of meat with a large, visible vein, something which generally ruins my appetite for the duration of the meal. I was able to finish my bowl, and the soup was good, but I think I need to distance myself from lamb again.
1. Pop some middle-eastern lamb soup into the slow cooker to cook for 8 hours.
2. Walk 2 miles across Lake Minnetonka to find a geocache on Big Island. Beautiful sunny day to be out on the ice.
3. Whip up some (different) soup for lunch, this time Italian. Recipe was definitely a keeper.
4. 1-hour fitness yoga class. Wow! Hard work, and a little chaotic trying to instantly learn what everyone in else in class already seems to know, but fun. And, Jonas came too and enjoyed it! We might make it a Sunday afternoon habit.
5. Enjoy* lamb soup and watch Oscars.
*So...lamb. I've always felt somewhat of an aversion to eating lamb and veal. I know that it doesn't logically make sense -- young or old, an animal must die when I choose to eat meat. The young ones have appealed more to my conscience, though, and I've mostly avoided it (except for kebab in Sweden, which I'm pretty sure is lamb, but somehow it's easier when it's in such an unrecognizable state). Jonas wanted to make this soup today, and I was mentally prepared to eat it. It's unfortunate, then, that the first spoonful I brought to my lips contained a piece of meat with a large, visible vein, something which generally ruins my appetite for the duration of the meal. I was able to finish my bowl, and the soup was good, but I think I need to distance myself from lamb again.