What's For Dinner?

I'm mixing it up this week. I've got a bit of new, a few familiar standards, and a couple that have been overlooked for quite some time.

Fall feasting is in full swing here. I mean, the temps have plummeted down into the 80's! Grab a sweater!

Sunday: fish sandwiches, coleslaw, potato wedges, fresh tomatoes

Monday: chicken & dumplings

Tuesday: black skillet beef and greens with red potatoes, fresh tomatoes

Wednesday: creamy potato and sausage soup

Thursday: breakfast burritos, black beans, guacamole, pico de gallo

Friday: hamburgers, oven potatoes

Saturday: the chef is taking the night off

I'm anxious to try Tuesday's meal. It's a new one. It will either be a big hit or a massive miss. We shall see.

Pumpkin muffins have yet to be baked. I'm going to remedy that gaffe tomorrow. It's a new recipe...one that includes the addition of oats. Hopefully, nom, nom, nom.

Things are getting back to normal around these parts. Our evenings of oatmeal and frozen pizza are over because...The Mr. is home!

It's so nice to miss your man.

He returned Wednesday. Not a day too soon.

Hence, the absence here in Blog Land. I'm sure you understand.

Friday was a date night.

The National came to town.

Holy Moses. What.a.show.

I do have one piece of advice for live music lovers: if you are going to sing along at a show, 1) sing at a normal volume, 2) know the lyrics. This is especially important if you happen to ignore rule number one.

The highly intoxicated couple behind us didn't have the 411 on concert etiquette. I really believe that The Mr. and I are magnets for those concert-goers that rhyme with "moosh bags". Seriously.

After the show we met up with some friends and fellow National fans. We grabbed a beer across the street and wondered why we don't get together more often. Isn't that the way it always is?

We turned back into pumpkins the next day when The Offspring were returned, along with the noise that accompanies them.

Aaaaaah.

It was lovely while it lasted.