Went downtown last night to hear some bands...I heard this before midnight, for the first time: "I'm tired, we can go whenever you're ready." This was unusual because it came from Mr.Q. Who has a hard time with the idea that a "night out" doesn't always have to mean all night out. Huh.
Meanwhile. The better part of a baguette was left over from our cheese frenzy the other night. They're really not good as day-old bread, and really not good as 2-day-old bread. What to do? A bread pudding, of course. With fresh-grated cinnamon, a rather large tablespoon or so of lemon zest, and a (very) generous splash of cointreau. Tres tasty!
Loving this long weekend thing...how 'bout you?