All Work and No Play

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Most people's definition of play is something along the lines of getting out of the house and doing something for completely recreational purposes.  While I was sitting at 'work' today I was chomping at the bit to get home to be able to play.  After all, I had a kitchen to clean and heap of laundry to take care of and three projects to get started on (paintings pillows and hydroponic living walls!).  And while reorganizing your kitchen because you basically had everything out of the cabinet when you had company last night doesn't sound like a desirable start to the weekend... I was counting down the minutes until I could get out from behind that desk and have some real fun.

In lieu of pictures of my amazing kitchen (organizational tips provided by, none other than, my Mom) and a giant pile of laundry, I've decided to include this super healthy, incredibly inexpensive, remarkably delicious (and colorful) salad that I take to my 9-5 most days.

Have a fantastic Friday and please come back for updates on my projects!  I need someone to share them with since one is a surprise for William!

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.