It's been warm this weekend here in Burlington, in the mid-30s every day. And that's just wrong. It's just wrong that 35 degrees feels positively balmy. Other things that may be wrong but feel so right, perhaps due to mid-January delirium:
1. Friday Night Lights (A network drama about Texas high school football. Love. Ing. It.)
2. Six-word memoirs (My favorite is "Class clown. Class president. Town Drunk," probably because it reminds me of Chester Arthur Miller.)
3. When Will There Be Good News? (I can't tell if I reach for European crime fiction when I can feel a cold coming on, or if crime fiction makes me sick, but either way, I spent hours on the couch at the end of last week with this book, blowing my nose and reading.)
4. Pimm's Cups (It's Pimm's o'clock somewhere; I prefer mine with ginger ale.)
5. The Cars (The yachtsman has been on a campaign to convince me they're a great band, and maybe I have Stockholm Syndrome, but I'm starting to think he might be right.)
6. Avocado toast (See below.)
No-You-Do-Not-Need-a-Recipe Avocado Toast
adapted from Nigella Lawson (I'm not even kidding; I heard her describe this on NPR a couple of years ago while promoting a new cookbook)
salt and pepper
1. Place a slice of bread in toaster and toast for two minutes or until brown.
2. While toast is toasting, mash some avocado in a bowl with the following: lime, salt, pepper.
3. Spread avocado mixture on toasted bread.
4. Eat toast, then lick fork used to mash, knife used to spread, and bowl used to hold avocado mixture.