So – how about that True Detective finale, everyone? I have to be honest, I was a little disappointed. I won’t say specifically what it is that I didn’t like (~no spoilers here~), but it was essentially the same problem that I had with the Breaking Bad finale. I still loved the show overall and I’m excited to see what they do with it for season two or series two or whatever you call a second edition of a mini-series. Kramer and I stayed up too late to watch it, of course, and couldn’t go to bed immediately after, so I feel like I am going to be dragging my ass today. On top of not quite getting enough sleep, daylight savings time is back to screw with me again. The one (and only) bonus about living in Arizona was that daylight savings was not observed. Every day, 365 days out of the year, the clocks remained the same. Here, though, I look out my window at 7:15am and see that the sun is just now beginning to come up. It really makes getting out of bed and on with my day extra difficult. I appreciate that eventually it’ll be light in the morning when I wake up and lighter still when I’m leaving work, but can’t we just let things be and it’ll all catch up eventually? I’m not built for this. I don’t live on a farm and I don’t travel long distances by train, so let me pretend that it’s still 6:15am so that I can go back to sleep for another luxurious 45 minutes. My favorite activity is and always be sleep, so daylight savings will continue to make me endlessly angry until someone smartens up and figures out a way to get rid of it once and for all.
Daylight savings misery aside, Kramer and I had a pretty productive weekend. On Friday night, we went with some friends to see The Grand Budapest Hotel. It was just what you’d expect from Wes Anderson, but there’s something wonderful and comforting in that. The list of actors was incredible, as always, the set design was impressive, and the music was perfectly paired with the action. Ralph Fiennes especially killed it. On Saturday, we slept in a bit before meeting some friends at Roberta’s for brunch, followed by another drink (or two, who’s counting? It’s Saturday) at the Pine Box Rock Shop because it was just so nice and sunny outside that none of us really wanted to go home quite yet. Kramer and I eventually did head home to watch more episodes of The Returned, which our friends have succeeded in convincing us to watch even though it’s in French and I never thought of myself as pretentious enough to read a TV show, but I guess that’s where I’m at in my life, now. We both ended up taking naps on the couch, which I feel like we hadn’t done in a long time and is one of my favorite things to do on a weekend where neither of us have any work to do. We rallied and had drinks with another friend followed by dinner at Fanny, after which I only lasted a few more hours before I was ready to call it a night. On Sunday, we of course woke up later than we wanted to due to miserable daylight savings, but we were both productive in that I did blog and freelance work while Kramer caught up on some reading for school. And here we are. Tired and wishing it was still an hour earlier so that we might still be in bed. SIGH.
One of my friends was recently telling me about a new restaurant that opened in our shared neighborhood, and the thing that stood out to me when she was explaining what she had there was the “fantastic” Irish soda bread. I hadn’t had Irish soda bread in what seemed like ages, so the idea of a big, thick slice of it with some nice salted butter was stuck in my brain all week. When we had some people over last week for the Oscars, I decided that’d be a good time to try my hand at making it at home. I knew that making the bread would be easy, but I didn’t realize just how easy. Irish soda bread has no yeast, making it excellent for a a fast, but still impressive, addition to any party spread. I used a little bit of Greek yogurt for added moisture in my Irish soda bread recipe, as well as just a bit of sugar for a touch of sweetness. A traditional loaf will have neither of these, so if you’d rather stick to the original Irish soda bread, leave them both out (although I think that they made the bread extra delicious). Slathered with soft, creamy butter or dipped into rich olive oil, this bread will certainly put a smile on your face. I cubed and froze the leftovers, and I plan to make some kind of whisky bread pudding with it at a later date. I imagine that it’d make for a pretty good sandwich, too, with simple ingredients like ham and cheese. This recipe will result in a beautiful loaf of bread without having to wait for yeast to foam or for dough to rise – just whisk everything together, form into a ball and bake. In an hour, you’ll have warm Irish soda bread ready for the snacking.