Relaxing Sunday

What a relaxing weekend! I’m sitting here watching Law & Order SVU and cleaning off pictures from my phone. I love how well this picture of the arch turned out! It’s time to wrap up the weekend and prepare for another week on the road.I think it will be nice to have a few weeks home after this week – hopefully to make a few more home cooked meals.

The weather this weekend was far from feeling like fall – reaching in the 80s. In the Summer we do alot of Chinese and stir-fry dishes,hardly turning the oven on but come Sept. & Oct. the crock pot comes out. Last week I made Potato Soup and this weekend it was Beer Cheese Soup. I hope to place recipes up on my site soon so make sure to look back if you are interested in trying something new. Up next will be one of my not so favorite soups that my husband adores which would be Chili.

This week I thought a lot about what I’d like to blog about, deciding to try and take a picture a day or at least once a week and blog on it. I haven’t done that in this post but I would like to reflect on something that also allowed me to find this cute quote to share. I was thinking about all my traveling for work and how the one thing that really makes me enjoy my morning is that warm cup of coffee. I’ll post another time about the history of my coffee drinking experience but I wanted to share my excitement for a new brew I made this weekend. I purchased, on sale of course, Caribou coffee from Cub. I opened the French Roast on Saturday and made some for myself and my husband, part of my Saturday morning routine.  What I found strange is that traditionally I place 1 Tbsp for 6 oz of water and this called for 1 Tbsp for 8 oz. After the second morning I’ve been able to perfect it to our liking – that of a darker brew. Thinking back on it what a great Saturday – I started the morning with a dark roast and ended it with a dark brew. So thank you Caribou and thank you Guiness.

“Making coffee has become the great compromise of the decade. It’s the only thing “real” men do that doesn’t seem to threaten their masculinity. To women, it’s on the same domestic entry level as putting the spring back into the toilet-tissue holder or taking a chicken out of the freezer to thaw.”

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