Date Night Dinners: Movin' On Out
Anyone who knows me knows I hate packing. It is such a hard process for me. I have to figure out what I will need, what I might need, what I definitely don't need. Then I have to fit everything perfectly inside the suitcase or box or what not. But I am not finished after that. For some reason my mind goes back to wondering what I really need to bring and I somehow double the amount I am bringing with me. The sight of me fighting with the zipper to to close with those one last pair of shoes and sweatshirt, just in case I am extra cold, is not a pretty one.
Now unpacking, I can do that in a heartbeat. Everything has a spot that it belongs to and I can quickly place each item to perfectly fit or be displayed in that place...except for when it is a brand new area. Then what? The apartment is my canvas and I am making a fresh start so I want to consider my options as to where everything should go and how everything should look.
So, you can imagine my surprise (no one else's) when packing and moving the room I have lived in for over 22 years of my life did not happen in the 2 days I had slated. I must have been in denial, but apparently going through the memories of over two decades requires a bit more time and sensitivity then I originally thought. I may have hoarding-like tendencies. But I really only have my parents to blame, as I tossed a stuffed animal into the give away pile after saying my goodbyes, my mom states something along the lines of me having no sentimental value. Well now I just have to go and reconsider all my decisions I just took an hour to make. #timesuck, #endlesscircleofdecisions. Oh yeah, I am terrible at making decisions, so let's add that to the list of reasons why I somehow thought I could move in just 2 days.
Well I am sure you are beginning to realize the reason I have gone on this slightly lengthy rant. I have the disappointing announcement that Date Night Dinner did not quite make the list of things to do this week when the time table got turned. Brenden and I had full intentions of trying out a tasty looking Spinach and Feta Potato Latke recipe. We were so ready for it. I had the recipe pulled up, the ingredient list for the store made, my taste buds patiently waiting. But when it got to be 9 'o clock and we were still folding clothes and speaking with customer service about phones and internet and cable and all those other bills I will now be having to pay, we couldn't bring ourselves to go to the store and begin a 40 minute recipe. Now maybe if I was in Spain and we had taken our Siesta a 10 pm dinner would be perfect. But with work bright and early the next day our original plans weren't looking promising.
Instead, we headed over to the closest and most craving satisfying restaurant, Bertucci's, and ordered away. Brenden order chicken parmesan, my mom and I split a BBQ chicken pizza and the closest Brenden and I got to making dinner for date night was playing with the bread dough they give you upon request. In light of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, I decide to bread my dough into a mini Challah. Brenden was creatively at a loss as he played with his dough until the flour wore off and it became too sticky to handle. At that point he also joined in the holiday spirit in his attempt to learn how to braid very sticky dough. I was very pleased at how mine turned out. It did not taste like Challah but it was still quite delicious. While Brenden gobbled his tasty roll down, he wasn't quite as excited at how his baked up...
Again, I am sorry to disappoint at this lack of a recipe date night dinner. I hope you understand the overwhelming feeling I am going through and you don't take to much offense to us not leaving you a raving recipe review to try. However if you do try the recipe I linked, let me know how it goes. It is definitely still on our list to try, and who knows, maybe it will be the first meal we make in my knew place. Stay tuned for next week to find out!
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