Not a whole lot to cover today, it is so terribly windy and dreary out, that the couch is pretty much the most welcoming place. The weather here seems to toy with one's emotions just as it does in the Midwest and East Coast. I did get a run in this morning after a completely captivating episode of Little House on the Prairie. But the rest of the day has been dedicated to scoping out Thanksgiving type recipes and whatnot.
For the last 24 hours, an amazing batch of Mexican food has kept me going and kept me warm. In Haydn's words, he "winged it" last night and just bought a bunch of Old El Paso products and went to town. We had beef and bean enchiladas with rice for dinner. He even made the rice yellow with tumeric. Who woulda known?
So the rice, beans, and meat made for wonderful burrito fixins today. Thank goodness for that.
But, now, despite the rather Seattle-esque weather, I'm heading out to meet Joeley at a pub called The Light Brigade to watch Australia play Uruguay for a World Cup berth. I'm considering this a cultural experience, watching the "Socceroos" -- as the Aussies call their soccer team -- in a pub. Yes, cultural research so that the rest of you may benefit.