Yeah, it's still a little colder than most of us would like around here, but you really can't beat a day that involves:
1. The home opener at Fenway! Obviously Boston is a baseball town, but it's still fun to see my kids at school glued to the TV during the opening ceremony (which I rationalized was okay to watch on the basis that it was, ahem, a historical event), cheering as enthusiastically for the pitching coach and team massage therapist (now there's a career option to consider) as they do for Youk and Big Papi. Plus there's the cute kindergartener who turned to me and said, "Miss Red, where's your boyfriend?" Yikes, where'd he hear that? I should probably correct him. "He's warming up in the bullpen, sweetie. And he's not my boyfriend. He's my husband."
2. And with baseball comes jumping on the T to Faneuil Hall to watch home games at the Ames Plow, Bell in Hand and even Cheers (I know, I know, but they have ginormous flatscreens and nice bartenders). I actually prefer to watch there rather than at bars on Yawkey because places like Beer Works are pink hat territory in season.
3. Getting the Barney's spring beauty catalog in the mail. Everything inside is totally unaffordable but oh, the heavy, glossy pages, the lotions, the potions, the silky purifying pore clarifying essence of it all. I need air. Or at least that Natura Bisse diamond cream, which can be mine, all mine if I conveniently lose my excise tax bill.
4. Making my most adventurous meal yet as part of my now fairly established Tuesday cooking-for-friends night: Chicken breasts stuffed with artichoke, lemon and goat cheese over rice pilaf, and carrot coins with maple-balsamic browned butter (Good Eatin' will be updated shortly).
That's a big yay, woo, sigh, and yum for the day.