a normal weekend, sort of

Every once in a while, we have a weekend that's normal...almost. Last Saturday, we decided to go buy some fish for dinner. That's something we often used to do at home. So we went to the fish market down the street. There were five-foot long barracudas and giant red groupers - a bit much for the two of us, so we bought a "small" grouper:



For dinner that night we grilled a third of it: two thick, meaty steaks and its enormous head. With a bit of olive oil, salt and pepper, and a few splashes of lime juice, it was magic.


Later that night, I completed one of my numerous culinary experiments: homemade challah. Not too difficult, as it turns out (even if one accidentally uses cold water, instead of warm). Here's Pete, showing it off to our roommate, Jim.

Not quite as puffy as I'd hoped...but I'll try again next weekend.

Sunday was a beautiful day - maybe the best we've had. After two straight days of rain, the air was clear, rather than muggy. On days like these, Liberia seems like a pretty happy place. I printed out the Sunday New York Times crossword, and lounged around on the couch.

Before heading down to the pool, Peter and I made lunch. Putzing around the kitchen in our bathing suits, listening to the radio, it didn't seem so different than the time we spent in Florida last December, or in St. Maarten several months before that.

We used the leftover grilled fish and the challah to make fish salad sandwiches for lunch. At home, we would have had tuna salad on bagels, potato chips on the side, and maybe an apple for dessert. Here we have grouper salad on challah, plaintain chips on the side, and papaya for dessert. Pretty close, right? (Diet Coke on ice, in both cases.)

Not bad at all, for a Sunday afternoon.