The taco train

It's been one full week now since I've moved my bike from its perch, screwed into my trainer and propped up atop the yellow pages, in front of my dresser/ad hoc movie theater.

Oh the joy that is winter in New England. Life could be worse though. In my absence, the school gym received a little bit of a makeover, so rotating between there and my trainer station has helped to keep me sane. Plus, the movie collection in my new house is impressive to say the least, so in-flight entertainment has helped keep me going as well. It's not ideal, but I'll do what it takes to stay on track while I have to.

On a more exciting front, week one in the house and back at school has been everything I hoped. Naturally, I'm not thrilled about the start of classes, and I happily would have taken an extra week, or two, of just living back at Tufts with nothing to do but loaf around the house, workout, and cook. But, no. C'est la vie.

Our kitchen has been undergoing a remodeling of its own all week long, and as of today it is finally done. With new cabinets, added counter space, a dishwasher, and new microwave practically the size of an oven, I'm excited for all the new culinary possibilities. Last night I served up wine-braised chicken and onions with a spinach and pasta salad. But, to christen the finished galley, tonight Jose and I teamed up for taco night. Mmmm. Corn tortillas, spicy peppers and onions, spiced shredded chicken, black beans, and homemade guac and tortilla chips. At the very least, it looks like we'll be eating well this semester.