What I had for dinner tonight:
oyster mushrooms sauteed with butter, garlic, yellow onion, thyme, and garlic scapes.
sockeye salmon fried with salt until the skin was crispy
quinoa and brown rice pilaf
mango/green onion/chili pepper salsa
salad of mixed greens with blue cheese and a blood orange vinegar dressing
And a cocktail which essentially boils down to a White Russian, only with Godiva Liqueur instead of Kahlua. Since this delicious creation appears to have no name (I'm sorry, but "Godiva White Russian" is STRICTLY INADEQUATE, Internets!) I hereby dub it the Kiev Truffle. (Which is probably related to the Savoy Truffle, yeah.) (The version without cream would be a Moscow Truffle, I think.) I'm just sorry I couldn't work Illya Kuryakin in there somewhere.
Yes, I did climb tonight. Also, TBRE is working a double shift and I wanted to surprise her with a nice dinner when she gets home at midnight.
One good thing does not fix two bad ones. But it does help us to remember to breathe in anger and breathe out compassion.
In Washington, a white supremacist terrorist has shot and killed a security guard at the Holocaust Museum. I choose to regard it as a symptom that they are desperate, though that makes no difference to the martyrs they make.
And in Ireland, one man's courage awes me. And maybe changes the world a little