What I did this Week: cooking and not really cleaning.

  This week started with the tail-end of a three day weekend. Three-day-weekends always frustrate me. I am never quite sure what day it is, after Monday passes by in a semblance of idleness. The rest of the week feels weird for lack of better words to describe it.

  So with that ramble out of the way, on Monday my family and I went to our church's Memorial day picnic.

 

   Tuesday I made chimichangas. A dish I dread making nearly as much as I love eating.

 

   Wednesday, I baked bread. For the past few months, it seems, I have not baked much bread. This mostly because one of my younger brothers has taken bread-baking duty upon himself. And since he is good at it, I am by no means going to protest. This week I did bake bread, and I enjoyed the egg polished, poppy-seed sprinkled work of my hands.

 

  Thursday was a rainy day and I made breakfast for dinner.

 

  Friday, my brother, my Dad and I painted our living room.

 

  Today I did not clean my room exactly, but I did organize my bookshelf a little bit. I have a problem when it comes to buying books. Still, I was able to find some in my collection that I can stand to give away, or at least take to Half-Price books so I can get store credit and get more books.

 

And so went my week!

 

But before I go, I leave you with a song.