The secret ingredient is cumin

This has been a week of splendidly good dinners.

We'll start with Spitcurl and a scrumptious trout dish.
Fast forward to Sunday for catfish etouffe (spelling is off, but dinner was so on! Yumm!)
And tonight, tonight was lemon chicken over spinach fettuccini with a nice pinot grigio with Annabelle (for whom I must dance for tomorrow, as well as myself).

The movie of the night was Strictly Ballroom, and as silly as the style was sometime, it was a very entertaining and exciting film. I do believe I was drooling at some points, but I'm not sure. ;)

My god, the power of dance....

Strange Day

For some unreasonable reason, I was lying in bed awake at six in the morning. Half an hour later I was still lying in bed. An hour and a half later, browing on the Internet, a few cups of water richer, and still awake. I lay back down a bit I lay down for a bit again, but still no sleep.

So I've been up and mostly unproductive so far this morning. There are no longer leftovers in the fridge from last night, which should give me the fuel to get through today's gym adventure. Then home again for the dreaded job hunt (or is it a snipe hunt?) and more painting. There is a little ennui creeping into my system, and it wants to be run out.

Will I crash out halfway through my day? Or will I keep going on, fueled by insomnia and exercise, to the club tonight and beyond?

Stay tuned...