So today is my due date.
Or at least it’s one of the three due dates that I’ve been given over the past few months. And apparently only 5% of women actually give birth on their due date. Which is all to say: I have some pork shoulder sitting in the slow-cooker right now, and I fully expect to be eating it right here in the apartment when 8PM rolls around.
But back to the weekend!
Egg-and-cheese sandwiches played a starring role.
There are a few things that you can do to make an egg-and-cheese sandwich extra-phenomenal, and they are these:
1. Butter both pieces of bread.
2. Keep the egg a little runny, a la the above photo.
3. Use decent-quality cheese (I did not; such things happen…but if you can, you should).
We spent Saturday up along the Hudson River again looking at houses (this time we started out in Tarrytown but looked mostly at places further north, where the vibe is a little more relaxed and you get way more for your money in exchange for a slightly longer train ride to the city).
Above is the view (with a tiny slice of river) from my favorite of the places we viewed. Can you imagine?!
After looking at ten or so houses, I was DONE…
…so we stopped for truly spectacular hot dogs at Lubins & Links, in Tarrytown, before heading back to the city.
I perked up (sort of) to head over to a Yom Kippur party at our friends’ house, but our budding gymnast had other plans for me (namely, “please taxi your butt home and onto the couch so I can practice my floor routine in peace”), so we only ended up staying for a little bit. Long enough to eat, obviously.
(Those, by the way, are my new favorite footwear – the Nine West Camelot boots you saw in this post.)
Sunday I spent baking.
And baking.
And baking.
Click here for the recipe for Banana-Walnut Bread, and here for Orange-Poppyseed Loaf Cake with Chocolate-Chip Glaze.
One more thing we did this weekend:
An Experiment That Did Not Work.
We’ve heard that there are various things that can help to move labor along, and eating spicy food is one of them (and one of the few that can be shown on-camera)…so while I suspect that this is a bit (or a lot) of an Old Wives’ Tale, there’s nothing wrong with trying, right? Unfortunately, while a little heat in my food is something I’ll occasionally permit, I think the goal here is major, head-clearing, sweat-inducing spiciness…and to achieve this effect, Kendrick chose a dish that I seriously do not enjoy: extra-spicy Kung Pao Chicken doused with Sriracha.
Witness the magic for yourself (there’s some “colorful” language in here, as a heads-up for those of you with virgin ears or delicately-constitutioned coworkers):
