All great plans, and all that jazz.  Maybe I should not have specified what a ONE thing would be or could be.  As I am trying to declutter and give some order to my house, it would stand to reason that I am working towards that.  Of course, life is what happens when you plan(ish).

Monday:  Normally and technically, I would say that cooking shouldn’t be part of the ONE Thing because it doesn’t fall into the out of norm chores.  However, when your eggplant, zucchini and bell peppers are giving you the evil eye and start talking back, they must be dealt with.  So, while I had an omelette with leftover lasagna sauce for supper, I had to deal with these. (Bonus, it will liberate the fridge further and give me the nudge to clean it.)  What to do, though?  I was thinking a tian but didn’t have any fresh tomatoes and considered using canned. Meh.  Eggplant-Zucchini casserole à la Eggplant parmesan?  Eesh, flouring and frying.  Meh.  Hmmm. That left me with either a ratatouille or a Sicilian pasta sauce.

Tuesday:  Stuck in traffic, got home, nuked supper, had my date with Marc went to bed by 9:00 – no ONE.

Wednesday:  While waiting for my financial advisor (we had a mix-up in dates so now he’s coming over Thursday), I cleaned out one of the drawers in my dining/living room – I call it my booze drawer 😏 (plus restaurant menus – am sure I will find more in the next drawer)!  Why is there a roll of stamps? Because, if I put it elsewhere, I’ll never remember.  Same thing for that marker that I use for jars and and food saver bags.  Deciding if I will keep those napkin rings or not – maybe now that I can see them I’ll remember I have them!   We shall see what happens with that one!

Thursday: Vincent, said advisor, showed up and we sat and noshed on charcuterie and cheese, my leftover bread and washed it down with wine.  I made a more extravagant plate for Thursday but only took a picture of the one from Wednesday!  Can this count?  And it’s gonna have to fill in as a ONE.

Friday:  After work, I met up with my buddy Julie at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts for an exhibit of Inuit art and dance. Well.  What a disappointment! This was to last a couple hours so we succumbed to paying $16 for a puny bowl of arugula topped with a measly portion of trout tartare and we even went nuts and got a sort of apple tarte tatin thing for another $5.  There were no chairs available to sit, no standing tables available, either.  We found a counter in another little room, scarfed down our “supper” and heard some mumbling so we made our way to a little corner to stand and try to hear what was going on.  We understood nothing, so we decided to go see the art until the dance started.  Not much to see but some lovely stuff.  Came back to the main hall and there were two seats. We saw absolutely nothing as the dance was mostly on the floor.  We lasted ten minutes and decided to go out, walk through the museum’s boutique, then out for a coffee or something. It was all of 7:00 pm! We ended up at Winnie’s for wings and a Virgin Caesar.  Was home by 9:45.  I did prepare my starter for my Cubano bread.  So… a ONE was a cultural-wannabe.

Mumble, mumble, whisper

Art created from whale bone

Jules and me at Winnie’s

Saturday:  Woke up early and made my Cuban bread dough, set it to rise, fed my starter, hoping it would be enough to use later and started my dough for my attempt at a cinnamon raisin bread (that would be baked Sunday).  I might be obsessed with this bread-making thing.

Realised my dishwasher didn’t go on last night so tried to get it going.  Stuck on pause. What in the hell?  Spent a ridiculous amount of time on-line trying to figure out how to un-pause the damn thing (because the manual says nothing about this pause-thing).  Did three loads of laundry in-between and changed my sheets.  I baked the Cuban bread and decided to try my hand at making buns for my burger.  The ONE is well… I dunno.

Friend said it looks like a femur!

Delish!

Sunday:  Well.  Today, I baked my cinnamon-raisin bread AND my sourdough.  I started washing all the dishes in the bloody dishwasher because not only can I not get the damn thing working, I can’t find the right breaker coz it’s not properly indicated since the renovation.  I can’t pull it out to unplug it, either!  I’ll need someone to come over and help me with the breakers. (Can you just see me running up and down, to see just what I turned off?  Sigh.)  Had a lovely chinwag with Janet, did my exercises, took a walk (talk about brisk out there) to Linda’s to share a few slices of bread with her, sat for a chit-chat and back home to do nothing from my nonexistent list.

Cinnamon Raisin Bread

Looks wet because it’s been buttered and it melted in

Sourdough

Full Week One?  Not quite.

Tomorrow is the start of another week, right?