…and Jess ever offers to make you this, you will run–not walk–to her sweet apartment in Portland, sit on her red couch and let her feed you. Because this soup is so good, it’s almost unbelievable–hearty, spicy, warm, great texture, EASY–there’s nothing that’s not wonderful about it. I couldn’t find italian sausage, so I used Jimmy Dean’s Hot sausage. So good. Next time? I’m making a double batch. And it’s got a wonderful broth…the night we had it for dinner, I used nummy crusty sourdough bread to soak it up. The next day for lunch, I poured the pitiful amount that was left over over mashed potatoes and gloaried in the potatoey brothy goodness.
Heh. I like bringing lunches to work that make my coworkers jealous.
Not much going on. People are all kinds of pissed that I didn’t get to at least interview with the church, though I’m pretty sure that it’s not going to do me any good. At least I know I’m not over reacting in my being ticked.
Work is slow, and the clothes are cute, so I’m having a really hard time continuing my spending fast (it was really fun to have a little money left over at the end of the month, so I’m continuing my discipline…I’m amazed at what all I’m honestly able to live without. Although, in the interest of honesty? I DID buy a new lipstick at Target tonight when I had to run there to get formula–it was a color I wore years ago, I loved it, it looked great on me, but then I forgot about it, and tonight Target was clearancing it out, so at least I got a deal on it).
Yesterday was Ash Wednesday. I got to listen to the WORST Ash Wednesday sermon in my life. Gah. It’s so hard to go to church, and listen to the drek that’s coming from the pulpit and try and reconcile myself to the fact that THESE people have churches, and I don’t?! The world is whacked.
So I’m toying with the idea of writing some Lenten reflections on my blog. Anybody interested?