The Weekend Belonged to Gorgonzola (and Probably the Beginning of the Week, Too). Not Sure How Good It is for My Bloodstream, But It's Delicious.

I'm proud to say I cooked enough meatballs to host two dinners this week - the first at my house and the second with all the strays that end up at Pam's on a Sunday night. She had sausage and squash, I had salad, pasta, meatballs, tomato sauce, and gorgonzola (which I made into a cream sauce). The end product was a delicious, Sunday-tradition meal where everyone ate way too much and we licked out teeth afterwards.

Don't tell too many people this, but I also caught up on grading (almost said finished, but it's never finished). Jessie and I also finalized an introduction for a two-issue special of Writing & Pedagogy, and I did my laundry. I'm feeling rather amused with myself for being so productive.

Ugh, It's Monday, however, and I see the agenda ahead. I need to pace the days so I make it to another weekend without too much exhaustion. 

But the sauce. A block of gorgonzola, heavy cream, a little flower, and butter. It is sort of like making creamed potatoes, but with a much richer flavor than ultra cheddar. It's delicious over vegetables and meats...a fancy addition to an otherwise ordinary meal. 

And I appreciated the blue skies and sun for the hike yesterday, even if it was cold and the winds from Canada were colder. I can't complain, though. We've had such a mild case of winter this year. 

Okay, time to drink this coffee and head out the door. Here's to the week.