Hello and happy Monday! Did you have a good weekend? Did you watch True Detective last night? I did, and now I am trashcan punch mix of emotions. Next week is the season two finale and I can tell you right now, I have absolutely no idea how it is going to play out. The last five minutes of last night’s episodes was one of those “Well, I guess anything goes” kind of moments, so the finale could end with Vince Vaughn pulling off his face and revealing that he was a cyborg this whole time and I’d still walk away thinking, “Well played, Nic Pizzolatto. Well played.” Okay well enough of me rambling, I did other things besides freak out over an HBO crime drama this weekend, so let’s shift our focus to that instead!
Friday night after I got off work, Jake and I went to our favorite “fancy” restaurant (“Fancy” to us means a wine menu that doesn’t include Sutter Home and entrees that are over $10), Del Frisco’s Grille in Southlake! Jake ordered a prime rib, while I opted for a cheeseburger and fries, and we shared a side dish of truffle mac and cheese. I normally reserve Friday night date nights as the ultimate feast of the week, and our meals truly delivered. Jake would probably marry a steak if it was legally recognized, and he thoroughly enjoyed his steak experience (I say experience because he repeatedly had to pause and acknowledge how amazing it was). My cheeseburger was amazing, but the real star of the show was our truffle mac and cheese. I didn’t know that mac and cheese could a defining moment in my existence, or worthy of a Facebook Life Event, but this mac and cheese was everything I wanted, and things I didn’t even know that I needed. I may have to perform an Ocean’s 11 like heist to get that recipe, because it is integral to my well being that I now eat it every day for the rest of my life.
Saturday morning I ran the Melon Dash 5k in McKinney! This was my third year participating, and I love this race because the hills are minimal, plus you run through an adorable bungalow neighborhood, and old downtown McKinney…oh and the free watermelon at the end is a plus too. The race was hosted by Run Project, and as expected, the turnout was great and everything was timely and organized. Run Project always does a great job on making a race that may have 2000 participants, feel like a hundred. It never feels sloppy or out of control, not to mention they always have a fun selection of vendors passing out food and drink samples after the race. You can almost always count on Muscle Milk and Clif bars being available, but the main showcase for this race was of course the free watermelon slices. As for my performance, I rolled in at 35:53, and felt pretty good throughout the race! After the race, my dad and I headed over to Bill Smith’s Cafe for breakfast, where I had a delicious breakfast quesadilla. My original Saturday plans were altered from apartment touring to assisting grandparents with their upcoming move to a retirement home (which is so fancy, I may do a reverse 21 Jump Street and pose a senior citizen and apply for a room), but thankfully Jake and I have an open schedule next Saturday to go tour the complex, so hopefully that works out!
Later that evening I created yet another Blue Apron meal for dinner, and opted for the Vadouvan-Spiced Lamb Burgers with crispy zucchini rounds as a side.
It was a hit! I was still hungry afterwards, so Jake and I ended up picking up some hot wings (duh) and watching Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp for the rest of the evening. My kind of night.
Sunday morning was a “bleh” workout. I started out strong, but about of a quarter mile in I started to experience an unfamiliar pain in my right ankle, so I ended up just walking. Not quite sure what caused it given that I don’t feel like I over extended myself at the Melon Dash, nor did anything feel weird all weekend, so I’m not quite sure what it is! Bum run aside, Sunday was my Dad’s birthday, so we celebrated with BBQ and then immediately got to work with outdoor chores at my Grandparent’s farm. Jake and I worked out weeding through items in my Grandpa’s barn, where I happened upon this treasure.
I like that this seems to be a portrait of a man who opted not to wear his dentures for the photo, but I like even more the fact that no one in my family knows who this is supposed to be. Why my grandparents have held onto a whimsical portrait of an elderly man is beyond me. All I know is that I am re-framing it and it is going in my future apartment, where I will create an elaborate back story for him. Speaking of future apartments, since my grandparents are moving soon, they have been kind enough to provide me with a few furniture items that they won’t be taking with them to their new place. Hello new bedroom furniture and kitchen dishes! This will also eliminate a lot of potential trips to IKEA that would start off as a furniture search, and just end with me eating meatballs in the food court.
As you can see it was a food heavy weekend, so for the sake of my digestive system, I am going to be treating my stomach kindly with some lighter foods and lots of water. If you can, please send me some me TUMS, or maybe remove my will to eat Chipotle a mere two hours after already throwing it down with a plate full of brisket and sausage.