Then I had lunch.
Unfortunately, when I made a batch of balsamic vinaigrette* last week, I clearly added too much dijon. I didn't notice it when I used the dressing when it was brand spankin' new, but man (!) that stuff is mustard-y today. And I don't like mustard. This of course begs the question: Why, Ouiser, do you add dijon to your vinaigrette if you don't like mustard?
Because you're supposed to. At least that's what I'm told.
So, if you're keeping score, I'm 0-for-2 today in the meals department. And frankly, I'm going to be batting .000 for the day because Mr. Ouiser won't be home from Ohio at dinnertime, so S will be eating the leftover ravioli that I made her last night, and there is nothing else in the fridge because it's grocery night. I suppose I can throw something together with eggs. I do have some of those.
I also have a screaming baby.
*If you make your own dressings, (why wouldn't you?) you really should get one of these. It actually emulsifies your concoctions. It's fabulous. It'll change your life. Also get a cherry pitter. It'll change your life even more. I couldn't live without either of them. In case you were wondering.