I don’t know if it’s the previously-mentioned butt-kicking that my job has been giving me, or if it’s time to get my thyroid levels checked again,* but I went into this weekend exhausted and incredibly glad to have three days with almost nothing scheduled. In fact, were it not for the cajoling of friends, I would have hardly have left the apartment all weekend.
And it did take some arm-twisting, I’ll admit. By late in the afternoon on Saturday, I hadn’t managed to do much beyond hang out on the couch and watch an “America’s Next Top Model” marathon. I knew a bunch of friends were going to a play that night, but I had neglected to buy my ticket in time, and was thus on the wait list. I was planning to use that as an excuse to bag out of even the pre-theater dinner, but two phone calls later – including one with a guarantee of a seat for the play – and I reluctantly agreed to rally. I ended up being glad I did, and not just because the combination of good friends, tasty food & wine, and an amusing play** made for a fun night out, but also because I had a chance to meet a cousin of mine. (I had learned over the summer that the daughter of one of my mom’s cousins lived in the area, and knew my friend Michael through the DC theater scene, but this was the first he’d had a chance to introduce us.)
Sunday proved so inactive that it made my brief foray out the night before seem wild and crazy. As if they knew I was seeking an excuse to stay on the couch all day, NBC and the NHL declared yesterday “Hockey Day in America” and had three games scheduled – including a Caps game and this season’s other outdoor game, the Heritage Classic. Powerless in the face of so much hockey, it’s entirely possible that I took sloth to a whole new low.
And so we come to today. Because it’s Presidents Day (yay!) I didn’t have to work. Knowing that without a something to get me out of the house I’d again succumb to my weariness, I made lunch plans with my friend Julia (Indian buffet!) and vowed, at the very least, to get caught up on my laundry and dishes. Both were progressing nicely by lunchtime (and are now done). Once I was home again, I was feeling slightly ambitious and had a sudden urge to bake. For some reason, I wanted to make macaroons, which I had never made before, and started googling around for a recipe. I couldn’t find one for which I had all the ingredients – several called for many more eggs than I had, others for almond extract, and none involved chocolate, which I had deemed critical. Most of the recipes, however, were in a fairly similar vein, so I combined a few and came up with:
1 can sweetened condensed milk
1 beaten egg white
3 tablespoons vanilla
1 large bag coconut
1/2 bag semisweet chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Cover cookie sheets w/ foil and grease.
Mix condensed milk, egg, and vanilla thoroughly, then add coconut and chocolate chip. Bake teaspoon-ish size cookies for 13-15 min.
Take cookies off sheets as soon as they come out of the oven and cool on uncovered racks.
These proved to the stickiest cookies I have ever made. The instructions online to remove them from the foil while hot turned out to be critical – they were nearly impossible to remove once cooled. I was out of parchment paper or I would’ve tried that instead, since it’s proven better than foil for most everything else.
Now, my three-day weekend is coming to an end, and I think I am feeling sufficiently rested to handle another week. I’m not gonna lie, though… I wouldn’t mind it at all if the looming winter storm – which seemed inconceivable given Friday’s 75 degree day – were to provide a delayed start tomorrow morning. Fingers crossed!
* My six-month checkup with the endocrinologist is already scheduled for early March, and given how far in advance I usually need to book there, it’s not likely I’ll get one sooner. Sigh.
** We saw “On the Razzle” by Tom Stoppard at the Source Theater. It was typical Stoppard in that it was talky and full of clever wordplay, but atypically, there wasn’t any deep meaning going on. It was as if Stoppard was trying for his version of one of Shakespeare’s light, mistaken-identity comedies, like “Twelfth Night” or “As You Like It.”