Let’s go back and look at that agenda.

Stack of magazines, cookbook reading, crafting, home cooked dinner, baking.

Check, check, check.  Three out of five isn’t so bad.

Now the highlights.

My whilst-cookbook-reading snack was pretty great.

I toasted up a serving of Van’s Mini Waffles, topped with marinara, 50% reduced sharp cheddar, and turkey pepperoni, then baked at 400* until melty and crunchy.

My reading was pretty great too.

Baked is a fantasmic shop in Red Hook, Brooklyn.  The first time we trekked there was right after I finished reading Black, White, and Jewish, and the whole trip felt magical.  My mom gave me the cookbook for Christmas and I can’t wait to recreate the Baked brownies.

Dinner was not so great.  We should have stuck with the plan.  Instead we strayed from the agenda and had big heaping plates of Screaming At Each Other Like Crazy People.  Too spicy and wholly unsatisfying.

Three out of five isn’t so bad.

P.S. We’ve since made up.  And the husband delivered me a glass of skim milk with a chocolate milk straw.