I went to the coffee shop on my way to work to get a pumpkin spice latte. A good thing about where I’ve moved to is that there’s a coffee shop very close to my apartment. The weird thing about this shop though is that their large is 16 ounces and the medium is 12. I don’t even know what the small is, probably 8? That’s so small. That’s like kid-size. Like I shouldn’t be allowed to order that unless I’m under 12 years old. Sometimes I want 20 ounces of coffee all at once. Maybe they have that and it’s called extra large. I can’t remember how many different cups they have.
I was in there earlier this week for a pumpkin spice latte and saw they have a house made rosemary and brown sugar syrup. I got that instead in a large and was very glad that it was only 16 ounces. The flavor was so savory, too savory for a sweet beverage. I really only like rosemary on potatoes, but I like it on potatoes a lot so I thought that meant I liked it a lot. I didn’t even finish it, I poured it out and made coffee from the bag that I keep at my desk.
Yesterday I bought two steaks and two baked potatoes to cook, one each for dinner tonight and on Thursday. I’ve never made a steak myself before – I know it’s relatively simple, not necessarily to do perfectly, but to do well enough to be a good dinner. Today when I got home I remembered I still haven’t bought a microwave. I didn’t want to wait for a potato to cook in the oven so I decided to heat up some of the chicken and biscuit bake I made for my work lunches last night, but then realized that I needed a microwave for that too. I decided to go back to the steak dinner and just make my potato in the oven.
I put olive oil, salt, and pepper on the potato, wrapped it in foil, and put it in the oven. After 40 minutes, I started on my steak. I put salt and pepper on it and put it in one of the new pans my dad got me for my birthday. The burner doesn’t sit evenly and one side of the pan got all scorched. While the steak was resting I took the potato out. It cooked for an hour but was still hard in the middle. The steak came out really good, only slightly above medium rare, but I think I ruined my pan. I need to look up how to clean it. I hope I didn’t ruin it, it’s a good pan and this was the first time I even used it.
I watched the first two episodes of the new season of Bojack Horseman while I ate. I wondered what my ex thought of the new season so far, if he thought some parts were too heavy-handed. I think so, but I like it so far. After I finished I sat out on my porch and played Mahjong on my iPad. The app had an update and now it has levels instead of just being able to play the same set over and over. Each level now gets harder, with blocks that can’t be cleared that need to be planned around. I knew I wouldn’t like this – I don’t want to have harder levels, I want to play the same level again and again. On the fifth level, I ran out of moves with two tiles left that couldn’t be cleared. I tried three times to beat it and decided this game was no longer an option for me. I also realized as soon as I saw this update that it was going to end up being a metaphor for how I chose tasks and approached problems in my life, but didn’t realize it would play out so soon.