Upon awakening this morning, it felt like a scene from the book/movie called “The Day After”, which is an apocalyptic tale that takes place the day after a nuclear holocaust. There were no sounds of people in the garage, going to work. No sounds of anything, really. Strangely, eerily silent. Peaceful, actually.
I have been busy, however. I spent the day making an Instant Pots full of frijoles borachos, (drunken beans), a large batch of arroz rojo, (red rice), and, pork leg with onions, garlic, beer, and dried chipotle peppers. All done in the IP!! Oh, that was a lie. The rice I did in a heavy skillet. I should try it, though, in the IP. Hmmm.
As for the two of us, we walked to Enrique’s condo, and took some of the food we prepared over to him. He lives just two and a half blocks from us, so it was a nice walk, in the heat of the day. He is a bachelor, who lives alone, so we like to share stuff with him. He appreciates, and, even likes, my cooking. As does my husband, do not misunderstand. But to have someone else cook for you, especially when you live alone, would, I imagine, be somewhat of a treat.
On our way home from Enrique’s, we took a leisurely stroll around the park, his, and, ours. Then, when we got back, I decided that I had done enough for one day, and got back on my computer to play some WordScapes. Fun. Keeps my brain running, even when I am trying to sleep.