A perfect roast and being left out in the cold.

A few days ago I made this pork roast. It had been in the freezer just biding its time. Although I have cooked pork loin - this was my first pork roast. I looked on line for recipes, as I have been known to do, and ended up with a mixture of different ideas. I decided since I have a tendency to overcook pork (well...really all meats) that I wouldn't let it defrost entirely in the hopes that that would give me a sort of pork handicap, if you will.

I rubbed the partially thawed roast with olive oil and then a variety of herbs. I browned it in a pan and then placed it in a baking dish and covered it with dry onion soup soup mix and white wine. I basted it once during the cooking process and actually used my meat thermometer to check for done-ness. It was tender and flavorful and so tender we only needed our forks to cut it. The next night I cubed the rest up and made a pasta salad with it. Steve and I made separate pasta dishes since mine had a little mayo and he hates all condiments. I tossed mine with mixed veggies, some capers and a little mayo and a few spices and ate it cold. Steve put the cooked pasta and cubed pork in a pan and warmed it up with a little oil and butter and salt. Guess who's was better? Not mine - but I am getting used to that.

I have been taking the bus home from work. The General Assembly takes our parking spaces at the Library away for the time they are in town. Yep - we all hate it. Most people opt to pay a little more each month to get moved to a lot on 14th and Main. We work at 800 East Broad and that walk is all up hill. Also I only live 10 blocks from that parking lot so I could not see the point of paying more money to park there. The result is that Steve wakes up every morning (even his days off) and drags me to work. In the afternoon he is usually working so I hop on the bus. Except for Wednesday. I waited for my bus on Wednesday and my bus came - but it DIDN'T stop. And it was cold out y'all! I was PO'd. I stood their dumbfounded for a minute not knowing what to do. I would have actually just started walking the 20 some blocks to my house but I could not feel my feet anymore. I vaguely remembered another bus that went to 24th from Broad street. By this time it was 5 so all the downtown folks were lining up and many buses were coming by - I knew eventually one of them would take me home or close to it. It did take a couple times of getting on a bus and actually asking the driver (while the people behind me thought I was an idiot) but eventually I found a bus that would stop on 24th. I was happy to get home that day. I forgot to mention that after the first bus passed me by I called the number they give you for GRTC for when that happens. No one answered - there was no machine it just rang and rang and rang. The next morning I called and eventually got to speak to someone - I asked them to please make that bus stop for me. Yesterday it stopped. But the driver didn't look too happy. Lets see what happens today!