Summertime Blues

We have been slowly sliding into our summer schedule here in Chicago. Unfortunately, the weather hasn't been cooperating this week. It has gone from stormy to foggy to foggier to partly sunny and back to foggy again. The view from our apartment windows makes us feel as if we were living on the 42nd floor, but since our building doesn't even have 21 floors that isn't possible. Where is the sun?

Since we weren't barbecuing or hanging out on the beach, you might wonder what we did do now that summer is upon us. I sat around the house. I read. I made (and then ate) chips and salsa. Mark went out to work and came home to complain about the weather. We cleaned. We played Yahtzee. We watched Maleficent and a few more episodes of Six Feet Under. What else would we do when it looks like this:

Can you tell I'm having fun with the camera?

While we did all of those really interesting activities during the week, we ate some tacos. Mark talked to his brother last weekend and someone mentioned something about recipes for fish, and we found ourselves making Alton Brown's fish tacos. We love them, but be warned that it'll take 24 hours to make the crema. The first time we made these we missed that part of the recipe. There we were putting together all of our ingredients, getting ready to make and eat dinner. And then we read: "store in a warm place for 24 hours." All of a sudden, we were ordering in pizza for dinner. Are we the only ones who have to do that? Oh. We are, you say? Well, then, joke is on you because we always follow every recipe perfectly and are always perfectly prepared for every step enjoy your life of sweet, sweet perfection. We'll wallow in occasional nights of emergency takeout when we realize that something needs to marinate overnight. Whoops.

Not too shabby, right?

Sometimes our weeks are boring. Like this one. Which sometimes makes for a boring post. Up next week is a look into our bar (well, our cabinet that is full of our bar stuff).