Orange Marmalade Truffles and Incompetence

Today my day job was rather frustrating.  The level of incompetence in the world at large is continually astounding to me.  People refuse to believe that things can still be done properly by hand. "If Microsoft Office can't do it... It can't be done!" I believe that if something isn't pleasing to the palate, the eye, your sense of touch, or your sensibilities in general then there's probably something wrong with it.  And you would think that people could look at something and say, "Wow, that's asymmetrical and completely uncoordinated.  Let's take another stab at this."  But they don't and unprofessional presentations and eye-sores abound. Today the dilemma was a presentation that is going to be given by my co-workers on Wednesday.

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Last One Home is a Rotten Egg

I raced my husband home this evening.  Instead of picking me up as per usual I grabbed a cab and sent him a text on the way.  Little did I know, he had recently left his office and, as he informed me, was going to beat me home. Thinking I was being clever I messaged him, "Loser has to make dinner."

Of course, I was expecting to be home last and I was already thinking about the fresh basil focaccia bread I was going to bake and deciding how to cook the lamb sausage and roasted peppers (the debate between pan-friend and oven-baked was pretty intense).  But, to my surprise, I won.

Then, despite my plans to cook dinner anyway, I was caught up playing phone tag with Qatar Airways trying to get one of my bosses on a plane in enough to to get to Dubai for dinner.  To make a long story short, I came downstairs from my game of tag and the kitchen smelled amazing.  Lo and behold, my incredibly handsome husband was cooking.

What was for dinner you ask?  A Halloumi Grilled Cheese Sandwich on Wheat Toast with Roasted Yellow Peppers, fresh slices of tomato and basil.

It was perfect, and even though I was looking forward to an evening in the office... a little bit of a break was wonderful.