I came home from a very short bike ride today quite chilled. It was a very short ride, and I'm not going to apologize for the fact that I was chilled to the bone in temperatures that were in the 40's. I'm a girl from the South, and I don't do cold. Cold, by the way, is anything below 60 degrees. It was supposed to get somewhere NEAR that today, but by that time football was well under way. I am still patting myself on the back for venturing out on the bike at all, especially considering I've already met my November cycling goal. I rode 13.5 miles and made it in the door just in time for the 1:00 PM kickoff of the Atlanta Falcons game.
I was looking forward to some hot apple cider (instant, so shoot me) when I got home. As I started to boil the water, though, I saw an ingredient for a drink that I made a couple of times last winter when there was snow on the ground: butterscotch Schnapps. I got the recipe off a box of something (maybe the cider), and it also called for whipped cream and a drizzle of caramel syrup on top. Because I'm trying to be "good" and because I didn't have any whipped cream, I opted for just the butterscotch Schnapps.
Heaven in a mug. Not enough to get tipsy or anything (even after two mugs), but a delightful mid-afternoon treat. Maybe I can find a way to carry that concoction in my water bottles on my bike. Then a chilly bike ride will be a little more tolerable.
For dinner I made potato soup. The recipe was actually called "Zippy Potato Soup." I found it a little bland, even after I added cheese that the recipe did not call for. Still, it was warm and filling, and I had enough left over to freeze for later AND take some for tomorrow's lunch.
So there. I DO cook sometimes. From a real cookbook and everything. For my 50 things to do next year list, I'm going to include trying some new recipes. Probably not 50 new ones, but anything will be a start.